没错，又是我，而且又是英文的！虽然古老传说到现在都不更新有点不太好，但遇上Writer's Block没办法嘛，只好先放一放了
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考虑好久还是决定发上来。。。虽然是英文的而且写得很烂。源于大学军训期间每天要求写的感言，因为觉得实在没有什么自己的事儿可写了就想象了一下此背景下小队成员的架空设定，并且融合了许多自身经历和北航军训期间的特色活动。因为觉得交个小说上去太明显了就改用英文。。。就那样把军训感言糊弄过去大半。
军训结束以后先放了好久，后来抽时间整理了一下发到了Fanfiction，结果根本没人看。刚才又发到了LOFTER试试，估计还是没人看。所以现在又来贴吧碰运气了
完全没检查过，估计语法错误比比皆是，请原谅orz
时间线大概对应原著里小队成立之前的部分，不到Kerozero但在chibiKero之后
算了不废话了。下面正文

Kururu主。蕴含着我对一次很low的军训期间讲座深深的怨念。没办法，毕竟在北航有些话题真的避不开
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The great hall accommodated thousands of students. They were all freshmen of this year. And they were listening to a lecture on aviation given by an operation commander. The lecture was lengthy and the narration was dry. Half of the listeners had either been dozing off or just just waken up from a nap.
Suddenly they were all roused by a crash of applause. It turned out that it's time for Q&A section. Realizing that the lecture had quite ended, the students tried to brace themselves up. And then the lecturer began to answer pointless questions with great patience.
When he attempted to answer a question that whether aliens exist or not, a few students sitting at the back of the hall noticed an unfamiliar figure strolling in. They were still wondering his identity when he snatched the microphone from the former questioner's hand. His rude behavior caused a stir, but he ignored others' annoyed glares and asked calmly. “I'm Kururu. My department is of no importance. My question is as follows: Nowadays, the aviation and space transportation are two distinct systems. They are based on different theories, supported by different powers, serving different customers, if the latter one's customers could be regarded as such. But the most significant dissimilarity lies in their propulsion technology. In short, will there be a technology that could be applied to aircraft and spacecraft at the same time? Space shuttle is a close call, but its egregious performance in endoatmosphere prevents me to acknowledge its value. If your answer is yes, then what method do you suggest? Or either, why'd you think it's unlikely to be achieved? ”
The question made the entire hall in chaos. Frankly speaking, it's not advanced or out of their reach at all. Kururu had surprisingly genuinely tried to control the depth in it. As for his true aim, well...
Before the commander could say anything, Kururu continued. “To tell the truth, I care nothing about your answer. In case you haven't already known said technology, let me show you this. ” With that he pressed on the screen of his iPhone, and a beam of projection light came out. He must have modified it to create such monstrously bright light.
The projection showed the blueprint of a complex device, which shaped like a hovercraft. Kururu turned the light down before anyone could observe it thoroughly. Heck, who said he was to share something like that with others? He didn’t wait for the noise to die down but took out a white remote with an only button attached on. “Press it.” The door burst open and a motorbike-like hovercraft flew in. Now the word awesome was nowhere nearly enough to describe all this. Everyone else had quite lost the ability to speak.
“See?” Kururu rode on that hovercraft. “Let me be so kind as to advice you not to try interpreting my intentions. It’s unhealthy for you idiots. Irritating others to no end is my one and only lifelong code.” He laughed in a weird tone. “Kukuku~ One last thing to tell you: No, I’m not going to turn it over to the state.” And then he started the engine. And then he went away. And then others stared with dropped jaw. And then he was never seen again.
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Don’t take it seriously, dude. This is no more than a bad joke. I’m just trying to tell you why a super-intelligent character like Kururu can’t possibly fit in this story, and how destructive someone like him could be. All above happens in a timeline where Kururu went all out, which will end this story entirely. So it’s a bad end I don’t suggest anyone to try. The next chapter will follow a timeline where Kururu did nothing but to sleep in his dormitory. Only in this way can the story go normally.

Giroro主。没什么特点的一章，由真人CS引出来的。很渣，很渣，很渣，很渣。。。写的时候都快睡着了
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Giroro kept complaining to no one in particular when he left the field for Live CS Laser confrontation. His complaint was reasonable, at least that’s what he thought.
“This game is totally terrible. Laser guns have little to no similarity with real ones. There is no optical sight to aim, no recoil force when shooting, no visible effect to tell if your target is hit...Let’s not start to mention the poorly functioned equipment and those stupid rookies. I’ve been shot by my own teammates thrice! Thrice! What a drag...”
No one responded his words. Perhaps it was them that had been those fools. Giroro thought. Why am I stuck with this kind of people? It is me that shall be the best candidate of a national defense student! Damn! It’s unfair.
Keroro cast a glance at Giroro, and muttered something under his breath. “Like you have practiced real guns...” Giroro didn’t miss that, and spoke to Keroro in a deadly tone. “You are not in any place to assume me in that way. And dare you underestimate me for that stupid test again, I will make your life misery. Just to clear that point, there are a number of live ammunition shooting galleries available in most cities. While me, the legendary firearms prodigy, have pretty much won my reputation in every one of them. So you can see how ridiculous the test is. I should be made a exception...”
“No, not once again...” Keroro sighed. Why am I stuck with weirdos? I’m almost driven to miss my old friend, or my might-be old friend. Speaking of this, where are those ND students training again? I can’t remember it now.
“It sounds a little like you wanted to join the army for the sake of guns only.” Tamama suggested without considering too much. A casual question like that didn’t require many thoughts.
“Sort of.” Giroro said, making Keroro look at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity. After all, Giroro was the one who was always showing his devotion for the country, and now he said that’s not the foremost intention?
Giroro shrugged. “Whatever you take that statement, I’m merely a military fan who has lost hope of this country and its rules. I’m currently planning to immigrate to the USA after graduation. At least I can own a gun there. Don’t look at me like that. It’s kind of creepy...”
“So your patriotism is a red herring all the time? Wait, I need some time to process this fact...” Keroro said with a dramatic face-palmed expression. So did Tamama.
“Is it that surprising?” Giroro wondered innocently.

终于到Dororo君的章节了~虽然在这个时间段里还应该称呼祂为Zeroro。也是最后一章。多值得庆祝啊，我从小到大写的所有同人中第一篇没坑就完结了的，鼓掌~
灵感主要来自一场北京高校国旗仪仗队比赛，当时看的闭幕式，感觉我们北航队的天蓝制服和指挥刀简直帅炸，然后就开了这个脑洞，还蛮适合祂嘛
结尾有彩蛋23333333
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A bus was running on the highway, carrying 45 students toward their campus.
They were pilot national defense students of this year, who had just finished their 90-day training in a nearby military camp. And they will be at the military review two days later. If you know anything about their fearsome intensity of training, you will better understand their state of mind now.
If normal students' military training was tiring, then national defense students' training was exhausting. And for pilot national defense students, well, it's hellish, to say at the least.
Most of the PND students were chatting heatedly about many subjects. Some foul words could be heard amid the complaints. As for the others, they were either napping or playing smart phones, except a single one of them.
Zeroro was, as usual, in his mediation state, going through all the things needed in his mind. It had kind of become a ritual, due to various factors. Firstly there were the stress from training; and then there were intentionally or unintentionally isolation by others resulting from sheer envy out of everything; there were also the frustration grown from the difference between others' values and his; and so on and so forth. He found it more and more necessary to mediate as time went by.
In fact, he didn't feel the training was overdone or useless as others thought. He knew its meaning and significance. The disciplines, the physical training, the weight hiking... All these things prepared them for their future career both physically and mentally.
And it's not such a big deal for him to live in the suburbs with phone confiscated. In the contrary, he had wished to live a life like this long before. Far away from the civilization, far away from modern technologies, far away from any disturbing issues in society. A life of perfection according to the Taoism. But that's only a fantasy. He would never escape like that. It's too irresponsible.
No time for pointless thoughts. He ought to reflect on his instructor's request. There would be a flag guard competition between universities around the city the next day. His uni could have won easily, but the star student in flag guard who hold the saber got himself wounded by coincidence. As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly, the substitute ones for that position were either busy elsewhere or too lame to carry out the task. When the principal was still looking for a compromise, Zeroro's instructor recommended him, for his outstanding performance throughout the military training.
Generally, the flag guard team did not allow freshers to join in any formal competitions, for apparent reasons. But that instructor might be the most authoritative figure in this field. And he had never ever acknowledged anyone's talent before. As a result, Zeroro was given a chance to prove his capacity despite lack in experience.
To someone's astonishment, he passed perfectly, from every step to every gesture. He used the saber so naturally, as if he was made to wield a sword. Thus he was selected to take part in the competition without any further problems.
While Zeroro was reviewing the competition process once again, the bus drove into the campus. Zeroro has only been here twice: the first time was to register, and the second time was the tug-of-war. He had not really explored here yet.
But now he was back, ready to start university life here. Perhaps he would join some clubs, like mountaineering and hiking club, or volunteer association. Though PND students did not have too much time for clubs, he could always make time by reducing leisure and rest. Maybe he would join in some competitions and other activities, like the one waiting him the next day. He might even have some friends, some ture friends...
Whatever came next, it would came no matter what happened. So why not expect it?
aftermath:
Zeroro's team won the first place in the flag guard competition with absolute advantage. And the military training came to an end one day later. Then the students began to...
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"Hey, can I have a word with you, Ruolin?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Eh... OK, let's come straight to the point. I know I've said you can write practically anything as military training testimonials, as long as there are connections. But, do you have to write English, seriously? And to top all the other things, an English fiction? What do you think this daily testimonial is? A serial story?"
"Well... Firstly, it's not fiction to be precise. It's fanfiction. And you couldn't blame me for writing that, because I have nothing to write about myself. So I write MT life of characters I'm familiar with... Oh, so bad no one here know this anime. Alright. This story is finished. Next story will be a fanfiction of The Three Body Problem... No! Don't! Please! I know I'm wrong! Ouch..."

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