I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1160 - 686 Looking Down on Who_1

Chapter 1160: Chapter 686: Looking Down on Who_1

Chapter 1160 -686: Looking Down on Who_1

As everyone knows, No.7 Star has accumulated over 80% of the education resources in the entire Hard Sun III Galaxy.

At the same time, Hard Sun III Galaxy is the one with the highest level of scientific research and education, as well as the strongest comprehensive strength among the numerous human hidden bases around the Cloudtop Star Region.

Therefore, the internal qualifying selection of the First Pioneer Academy is somewhat a selection for the No.7 Star seed team, and perhaps even a semi-seed selection for the Cloudtop Star Region.

Flying Tiger Team has more than eight hundred beginner classes as direct competitors, with a total of more than twenty-five thousand students.

Most of these classes focus on participation, adhering to various professional classes of “friendship first, competition second”, and the significance of participating in the competition is to experience war.

Under normal circumstances, humans do not need outstanding talents in other fields to engage in a part-time military career.

Firstly, it is a waste of talent. Secondly, professional soldiers, especially those in battle positions, have such high personnel quality requirements that ordinary people can hardly fulfill them.

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Take Nico Ross’s Flying Tiger Class as an example. Those “misfits” used to stand out among ordinary people.

The reason why the little Flying Tigers would be eliminated in their original class and fall behind was because their competitors were too strong.

In short, there are a total of two hundred battle-oriented classes that can pose a direct threat to the Flying Tiger Team.

Daniel Thompson walked anxiously back and forth in the Teaching and Research Group office, his feet almost rubbing sparks with the ground.

From time to time, he would turn his head to look at the projection on the office wall and scratch his head.

It wasn’t that he was impatient. He was just too worried about the situation.

Daniel knew how much effort the Flying Tigers had put in these three days, and they had achieved a lot, but he couldn’t help being flustered, like an ancient father about to marry off his daughter.

“Mr. Thompson, just stop pacing back and forth. Your anxiety won’t change the outcome.”

A female teacher in the office advised with a smile.

Daniel sat down awkwardly, “I know, it’s just that I can’t control myself. Sorry.”

“Mr. Thompson, you are now in charge of the entire Armored Warfare Division. You are indeed biased towards certain classes.”

“Yeah, Mr. Thompson, look at the classes we’re in charge of. They’re also participating in the competition, but none of us are as excited as you. This is not the first time the military has hosted such a competition, and the assessment is comprehensive. Basically, the result was predetermined before the competition began.”

“So just calm down and take a look at the simulation results given by the main brain. It’s usually quite accurate.”

Everyone in the office chimed in, and although they didn’t mean to mock Daniel, he still felt a bit embarrassed.

As a spirited young man from the faraway primitive Solar System, he had inadvertently displayed a bit of country bumpkin behavior.

But he quickly adjusted his state, attributing his impatience to being influenced by Nico Ross and having his Destiny Covenant Mark shaken.

With his mood sorted, Daniel focused on the projection on the office wall.

At this moment, numerous codes representing different teams were constantly changing during the synchronized simulation calculation.

Before each Empire-wide competition, the sub-entity of Star would conduct a rehearsal for all participating teams based on a huge amount of collected data.

This provided early reference for commanders who were observing the competition process and preparing to select new soldiers. They were able to set their demands in advance according to their own army formations, ranks, and key personnel vacancies, and then follow the simulation results provided by Star to make targeted observations, assessing whether the talented newcomers could form good chemistry with their existing soldiers.

In general, elite military units can keep an eye on those elite classes or prodigy youngsters that have been highly rated by Star. Ordinary Special Operations Teams, knowing they cannot compete with elite units, will focus on those young people who are not top-tier but still outstanding and worth cultivating.

Even in middle-grade classes at elementary levels, some military units have already made early contact with schools to remotely intervene in teaching projects, cultivating specific abilities in these young talents in advance.

About thirty seconds later, the list on the projection screen stopped changing, indicating the end of Star’s simulation calculation.

The teachers began to discuss the list with great interest.

Those who found their outstanding class topped the list as a headteacher were naturally proud.

Daniel looked for a while and felt a heavy burden lifted from his heart.

Although the Flying Tigers didn’t make it into the top ten, they barely clung to the 20 spots available for the first phase of the elementary stage in the First Pioneer Academy.

Well, ranking 19th.Lion showed a fatherly smile on his face.

Stable now.

“Huh! Flying Tiger Team!”

A sudden exclamation came from the crowd.

“Flying Tiger Team is the class of that stubborn Nico Ross, right? That’s too exaggerated. How can they make it to the top 19?”

“Must be a mistake somewhere, right? A problem with the data input?”

“Let me see.”

“No problem, strange indeed.”

Waves of astonishment came from the office.

Daniel Thompson felt quite uncomfortable.

But he couldn’t say anything, after all, Nico’s training condition was highly confidential, and others had no access to it.

These people also thought that the new textbooks Daniel had created were Daniel’s achievements and didn’t know that Nico had made significant efforts inside.

Although Lion felt resentful, he could only hum to himself.

Pah! A bunch of short-sighted people with doggy eyes looking down on others.

At this moment, the oldest man in the corner of the crowd stood up.

The old man, acting like a thief, leaned close to Daniel, gently nudging him with his elbow, “Don’t mind their nonsense. They know nothing.”

Daniel looked at the old man with astonishment, “Uh, right. Senior is right. Thank you, senior.”

The old senior had just transferred to the armored teaching department last year and didn’t take any specific class. He usually wandered around the office, surfed the internet, and occasionally helped other young and middle-aged instructors deal with difficult problems.

It was rumored that the old man was a second-generation member of the Nameless Fleet and a fierce warrior in his youth. After retiring, he joined the First Pioneer Academy to teach and contribute a little bit.

Before that, the old man was in a very mysterious department and only retired to the regular teaching department last year.

Lion didn’t know that the old man was one of the members of the Sage Project Work Group that Nico had agitated.

But the old man made a mistake, thinking that Daniel had also joined the Sage Project. Seeing others despise the Reincarnation of Sages, he thought he and Daniel could have some common ground, so he came up and said an extra sentence.

Fortunately, the old man had received extremely professional confidentiality training and didn’t reveal any important secrets of the Sage Project in front of Daniel.

“Daniel, how do you see the high ranking of Nico’s Flying Tiger Team?”

The female teacher who had spoken before stretched her neck, laughing loudly at Daniel, who was standing at the back of the crowd.

Daniel rolled his eyes, “Not Nico’s Flying Tiger Team, but my Flying Tiger Team! Give me some face; regardless of whether it succeeds or not, since the main brain has evaluated it like this, let’s just believe it for the time being, cough cough.”

Everyone laughed even harder, their thoughts clear without explanation.

As they were chatting, the projection screen finally changed again.

Including the Flying Tiger Team, 40 teams had already been sent into the first round of competition as the first round participants by the physical simulation equipment.

This grouping mode was very scientific, not purely random, but based on different strength ratings and preliminary screening.

In this large battlefield, 36 of the 40 teams would be eliminated, with only 4 advancing to the next round.

“Hey! This is going to be fun. It’s the chicken-eating mode that tests the overall strength of the Special Operations Team!”

Someone at the front of the crowd said so.

Daniel’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Damn! Nico hadn’t trained Flying Tiger Team in the chicken-eating mode where they had to pick up scraps and assemble equipment.