Chu Kuang traveled through a parallel world and took over a Pheasant College that was on the verge of bankruptcy with tens of millions of debts.
There are only a group of Internet-addicted teenagers, spirited guys and low-achieving students left in the school.
Just when the entire network was about to see his joke, the [Wasteless Scientific Research Fooling System] was activated! As long as you trick a scumbag student into completing outrageous tasks, you can obtain sky-defying black technology!
As a result, the painting style of Oriental College went completely crazy.
Chu Kuang pointed at the drawings and scolded the auto repair department angrily: "You can't even weld an exoskeleton armor, do you deserve to be called a will-o'-the-wisp boy?"
Watching the professional drone buyer's show, he kicked him over: "What kind of takeout are you delivering! Is it difficult to change it to a swarm suicide attack?"
To PUA, a left-behind girl from the Department of Agriculture and Forestry: "If you can't grow this mutant high-yielding nuclear radiation-resistant rice, don't say you were taught by me!"
A year later, the International College Student Mecha League was held.
When Dongfang University's "agricultural rice transplanter" smashed the top robots from China's Ivy League schools with one shot, the whole world fell silent.
The boss of the Ministry of National Defense sealed off the college overnight, holding Chu Kuang's hand with red eyes: "Principal Chu, please don't let the students toss the tractors, come and repair our aircraft carrier!"
Chu Kuang held a cigarette in his mouth: "No, we have to organize them to go to the countryside to harvest wheat tomorrow. This is our farming practice class."
Reader comments
It's okay, but the ending is very rushed. Although it is rushed, at least it has a beginning and an end. You can read it in the book wasteland without thinking too much. . .
It's okay, but the ending is very rushed. Although it is rushed, at least it has a beginning and an end. You can read it in the book wasteland without thinking too much. . .