Chapter 277
Following Felix's instructions, the others stared at Arnold's discomfiture for a full three minutes before ending the video call.
Until the last person left, leaving only his own image in the video, Arnold closed the video, his pained expression turning into numbness, and opened one of the contact groups on his Optical Brain.
"Arrange the draw," Arnold said hoarsely to the person on the other end. "This time, it's 1762 Alphas."
"... yes."
After hanging up, Arnold didn't get up from the ground; instead, he leaned back from his kneeling position and sat down awkwardly on the ground.
Kamila Planet to Herus Planet. While other planets offered choices, Kamila Planet was unique in that it never had any options from the beginning.
If they do not submit to the Ossotalia Empire, their fate will be the same as that of Traine Planet, Kamila Planet: the entire planet will fall, and they will be constantly attacked and bombed by the Ossotalia Empire, becoming a tacitly approved 'Military Live-Fire Exercise Site' for the Ossotalia Empire.
The relentless bombing cast an indelible shadow over the psychology and plight of the native inhabitants of Traine Planet, making the entire Traine Planet several times worse off than the most backward planet in the Federation Leichakan Planet.
When Traine Planet appealed for help, the only responses it received were occasional supplies from other planets and condemnations of the Ossotalia Empire, all based on the principles of peace and humanitarianism.
If the Ossotalia Empire had truly taken those condemnations to heart, it wouldn't have reached this point of being infamous and feared by everyone.
At first, when everyone knew that the Ossotalia Empire wanted to send someone to deliver Clyus, they all thought it was something good.
Until everyone who volunteered to go to Clyus disappeared without a trace, the rumors of the horrific fate of the soldiers sent from Kamila Planet to Clyus spread like wildfire. Now, their fate could only be decided by lottery.
Unable to resist, the only thing he could do after taking over as Governor of Kamila Planet was to double the compensation for the families of the unlucky soldiers who were selected in the lottery.
He couldn't rush things; he could only pray that this 'stability' maintained by the lives of soldiers would end as soon as possible.
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Half a month passed in a flash. During that time, everyone in Class 6 was so busy that they were dizzy and wished they could split themselves into ten. They gathered together again at the base on the Kamila Planet that Qin Su had provided for them.
Just in time for Qin Su's request, the group of students in Class 6 finally finished submitting the intelligence they had gathered and organized over the past two weeks, and temporarily said goodbye to their "overwhelmed" days. They slumped into their chairs and had time to pay attention to the appearance of the other students except for the Class Monitor.
Looking around, I was shocked to see that everyone looked as if their energy had been drained. They silently turned on their Optical Brain and pointed the cameras at themselves.
Within seconds, everyone looked at their own reflections in the mirror, showing how they looked just like the other students, battered and bruised. Someone started to give a bitter laugh.
Then, bursts of laughter echoed through the empty room, bringing the deathly silent space to life.
As they laughed, the initial self-deprecating and bitter laughter gradually turned into hearty, loud laughter.
They laughed for an unknown amount of time, each of them forced to immerse themselves in their own 'world' for a long time. Although there was some communication, it was basically because they could use each other's resources. The Class 6 started talking again.
"Luckily, everyone's in the same boat, which instantly brought a sense of balance to my previously dark and twisted state of mind!"
"Phew... who can argue with that? My narrow-minded heart has suddenly opened up. This is the most relaxed moment I've had in a long time."
"It's finally over! God knows how painful it was these past few days, like I was being whipped around like a top. Waaah, I swear I'll never dare to have any more crazy thoughts like this again. I learned my lesson from the Class Monitor this time!"
Upon hearing this, the rest of Class 6 basically understood what the speaker was talking about. Some people's expressions froze for a moment, but they quickly recovered, while most others showed a relieved expression.
This feeling of mutual support and assistance in adversity reminded them of the time they spent training together at the Fourth Military Academy.
A surge of emotions welled up in everyone's hearts, and the space, which had just become noisy, fell silent for a brief moment. However, the atmosphere became lively again in less than two seconds.
"There are some parts I haven't figured out yet, I wonder if the Class Monitor will be satisfied?"
"Me too! It's my fault for being so incompetent; I got arrested and locked up for two days, which delayed our planned schedule. Luckily, my classmates were great, and I was released before I was exposed. Let me tell you, on my first night in jail, I saw a group of people wearing Kamila Planet soldier uniforms who were locked up in the same prison as me. I went to talk to them, but they all acted like they were about to die, and none of them paid any attention to me. But didn't Kamila Planet Ossotalia Empire? Why are they fighting amongst themselves?"
"Let me tell you a secret: I saw Aldrich, who should have been dead, in Clyus. If he hadn't told me to get lost, I probably would have been exposed. I'm still completely bewildered."
While listening attentively to the students' discussions, Qin Su also conducted a final check on the arrangements for the students' formal internships in their final year.
By eavesdropping, Qin Su confirmed that, as he had expected, the students had opened their hearts to each other again in a special environment where mutual help was needed, and temporarily reconciled. He successfully forced the students together and was satisfied. He then announced the confirmed list in the Class 6.
(Class 6 were still engrossed in recounting the various things they had encountered while gathering intelligence earlier when the Optical Brain popped up a page without any warning.
Looking at the content displayed on the pop-up interface, countless students in Class 6) had their pupils contract and looked incredulous. The noisy environment became quiet again.
A few seconds passed, and after rubbing his eyes, pinching the arm of the person next to him, pinching his own face, and so on, he confirmed that what he was seeing was not a hallucination, but reality. His excited voice broke the silence of the room one after another.
"Ahhh, I'm not dreaming! Someone like me, with no background whatsoever, has actually been assigned to the Governor's Security Committee on Saint Parknia Planet for an internship!!"
"OMG, I'm in the Federal Bureau of Investigation just like Team Leader Lailisi! Is this a place I can even dream of?"
"Wait, how did I end up at the Ministry of Energy on Saiweiyala Planet?"
"Wait a minute, aren't we Military Academy? How come so many of us have ended up doing internships in places that have virtually no connection to the Military Academy?"
"I don't understand, but the Class Monitor must have Class Monitor reasons for doing this. I really want to post it on Social Media Account and brag about it!"
"Calm down, don't do anything stupid. Or do you want to become a target and cause unnecessary trouble for the Class Monitor?"
"Haha, sorry, I was just kidding, I would never dare to brag. Anyway, now that we all have places to go, what about the Class Monitor? Can you guess where the Class Monitor will do his internship?"
"Is that even a question? Of course it's Atopulai Palace. To be bold, if the Class Monitor really went, it was to familiarize himself with the environment beforehand. Speaking of familiarizing oneself with the environment, I remember He Muzhi had been there before. Most of our class's understanding of the Atopulai Palace comes from He Muzhi's efforts during that time."
"I don't think so," He Muzhi a low voice. "I don't think the Class Monitor needs an internship."
"Agreed, this is exactly what we need. The Class Monitor is completely unnecessary. I wouldn't be surprised if the Class Monitor ended up in Patrick's seat one day."
"Haha, you're right..."
Amidst the excited chatter of the students, some of the "Heirs" in Class 6) confirmed with their families that their families had not exerted any influence.
Everything was done by Qin Su alone.
Some people who had been thinking about leaving school and going their separate ways in various ways had realized, after confirming that Qin Su treated them the same as other classmates without connections, that their secret feelings were temporarily suppressed.
After being extremely exhausted, thanks to Qin Su's internship arrangements, the 999 students in Class 6) no longer had any worries about their formal internships, and the gloom that had previously hung over them quietly and temporarily dissipated.
Overjoyed, Class 6) did not forget to report their formal internship destinations to their Class Advisor Zhang Minglang.
Although their Class Advisor was in the same group as them and already knew where they were, they couldn't show off their "treasures" to others, so they could only "confide" to their Class Advisor.
The first week of the Fourth Military Academy had not yet passed, and even the first day of the school's usual one-week period for graduating students to find their own internships had not yet passed when Zhang Minglang saw Qin Su's internship arrangements for Class 6 in the Class 6 group chat.
Zhang Minglang was both looking at the schedule Qin Su had posted in the group chat and watching the constant stream of private messages from those kids, and he felt completely numb.
He strongly suspected that these kids were deliberately showing off to him. After all, he was in the group too, and he could see what they could see, so there was no need for them to keep popping up his chat window.
"So? Any news? Has Qin Su taken over the formal internships for Class 6)? Where have they been assigned? And what about Qin Su himself?"
Hearing the barrage of questions from the other Class Advisor around him, Zhang Minglang preemptively shut down his Optical Brain in denial. "No, no, how would I know anything about Qin Su's matter? I'm just like you, waiting."
He feared that prematurely revealing such a bright future would cause problems.
(Class 6 have found their places and have clearly obtained the right to be accepted from Qin Su. They do not need to return to school. After a short rest, they go to their respective receiving units to report for duty. The process is going very smoothly. Except for Qin Su, all the students in Class 6 have seamlessly transitioned into the formal internship stage.
After being officially accepted in various places, almost every member of Class 6 paid close attention to Qin Su's whereabouts. However, as the days went by, not only the members of Class 6, but also anyone else who was also concerned about Qin Su's whereabouts, were unable to find out where Qin Su was.
Faced with inquiries from all directions, Class 6) remained silent, not daring to say anything, while expanding their inquiries to planets outside the Federation.
They were afraid that, as others had secretly speculated, the 999 students in Class 6) were in the Federation, while their Class Monitor, Qin Su, was outside the Federation, and that the two sides were destined to be 'hostile' in the future.