This was the first time Zhang Heng encountered other players in a quest. Before this, he had always cleared the game alone. All he had to do was think about how to use the environment around him and the resources at hand to complete the main mission. He didn't have to think too much about other things.
However, there were six other players in the Apollo Program training camp who entered the game with him. They didn't know each other, and everyone's background, skills, and game items were unknown.
Seven people were competing for three spots. Even if they could reach a temporary peace, it would be meaningless. Those who lagged behind would definitely not sit still and wait for death. Of course, that wasn't the reason why Zhang Heng objected to the bespectacled man's suggestion. The bespectacled man might have known that his suggestion was pointless.
Anyone who had played a killing game would know the importance of setting up a character.
The danger of this round didn't only come from the outside, but also from the players themselves. As the game progressed, players not only needed to collect information related to the mission and find ways to achieve good results in the training, but they also needed to collect information about other players. They needed to know who was a potential threat and who was an ally.
Although no one mentioned it, it was obvious that those who lagged behind in the training would have to kill the players ahead of them if they wanted to board Apollo 11.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, the earlier someone showed up, the better they performed in the training, and the easier it was for others to target them.
However, that wasn't the case.
There were only three spots to board Apollo 11. In other words, you didn't need to kill all the players who performed better than you. In fact, when it came time to make a choice, players had to weigh many factors. Other than training results, they also had to consider the other party's strength, relationship with each other, and the other's role in the subsequent moon landing.
This was also why the high school student chose to share the information he knew with other players, and why the bespectacled man tried to become the team leader.
As for Zhang Heng, he chose a different path. Influenced by the Black Sail quest, he had a fierce temperament compared to ordinary people. When he first entered the new quest, he could clearly sense the other players were wary of him. Other than the girl who had always been interested in him, even the fat guy who was obviously ostracized didn't dare to get too close to him.
At this point, it would be a thankless task to spend energy and time to change everyone's opinion of him, and it might not be effective. So, Zhang Heng decided to use this as a warning to those who wanted to target him to carefully consider the risks involved.
Sure enough, as soon as he said that, the way Edward and the high school student looked at him changed. The middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual frowned. Along the way, they realized that Zhang Heng might be difficult to deal with. Hence, the middle-aged man was actually testing Zhang Heng with this question. He did not expect Zhang Heng to be tougher than they expected.
As of now, Zhang Heng was undoubtedly the most dangerous of the seven players, and it was clear that he did not intend to pay attention to the other players. This made it difficult for them to glean any useful information from Zhang Heng. Hence, they had to reevaluate the threat he posed and their subsequent strategies.
Only the only female player among them was not surprised. Instead, her eyes lit up.
However, the next moment, the captain pushed the door open and came in again. "Alright, you should have read the study manual and know what knowledge you need to master. The bureau has specially arranged for experts to teach you. Every day, class starts at 4 pm and ends at 6 pm. The second class starts at 6: 30 pm and ends at 8: 30 pm. The third class starts at 12 pm and ends at 2 pm."
"I'm sorry," the high school student raised his hand. "The third class you mentioned, is it from 12 p.m. to 2 p.m.? Shouldn't this be counted as before the first class? "
"No, you have other training tasks during that time. The third class I'm talking about is from midnight to two in the morning. " The captain maintained his usual cold expression. "I believe you also know that we don't have much time left. We must seize every minute and second, so I hope you won't waste the little time you have left with such stupid questions next time."
The fat student's jaw dropped when he heard the captain's words. "We still have to study in the middle of the night? Even the college entrance examination isn't that bad, right?!"
The captain stepped aside and let an old man with grease stains on his shirt collar and messy hair walk in. He looked like he hadn't washed for several days. "Dr. Steve, from the Human Spaceflight Office. He will personally explain the structure of the Saturn V carrier rocket and basic rocket physics to you."
"Now?" The middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual was also taken aback. "According to the usual practice, shouldn't we visit the space center first to learn about the current space program? Get to know the logistics staff working with us? Also, how are we going to settle our accommodation and food?"
"Don't worry. Food and accommodation have been arranged for you. As for the visit, it's scheduled for 6 a.m. tomorrow," the captain said after flipping through what looked like a schedule in his hand.
"Wait, didn't you say that the third class will end at 2 a.m.? Then we have to get up at 6 a.m.?"
"It's a gathering."
"Sorry?" The strong man named Anthony thought he had a hearing problem.
"It's a gathering, six o 'clock gathering, not getting up." The captain corrected him. "Also, don't waste any more of your class time. What you learn here will determine whether or not you can survive in space. So, do yourself a favor and work hard. Don't be distracted when you're listening to the class."
After that, the captain did not answer any more questions. He nodded at Dr. Steve and said, "Let's begin, doctor." After that, he left the conference room and closed the door behind him. Before he left, the high school student who was closest to him heard him whisper, "This batch of newcomers..."
The old man handed out more than 600 pages of teaching materials, then picked up a piece of chalk. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. It's a pleasure to meet you. Today, we will learn the first chapter, the physics principle of rocket propulsion..."
Forty-five minutes later, the bell that everyone was looking forward to did not ring. In fact, although Steve's body was ordinary and he walked a little shakily, he stood there for two hours and did not look tired at all. Not only did he not mention anything about taking a break, but he was still talking in the same place until the end of class at six o 'clock.
"Who said that capitalism doesn't have a procrastination?" The fat man with dull eyes muttered.
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