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Chapter 79 Why Are You Still Running?

Chapter 79 Why Are You Still Running?
The examination started in less than ten minutes.

The news of Nuoxia breaking the speed test record of the elite camp in recent years has spread like wildfire and spread all over the training ground by more than doubling the speed of the second place in the same batch.

Some people are amazed, some people admire it.

——Some people were stunned for a long time, unable to accept it.

Such as Shiliu.

"I heard that there is a total of [-] meters of runway, so you threw away little Rossi and the others by [-] meters?"

On the field of strength assessment, Shiliu, who was in the same field as Nuoxia, squinted at him with a cigarette in his mouth, and his tone was sour as if he weighed two pounds of lemons:
"You haven't slept for more than a week, haven't you, been on the training ground every day, and still so strong?"

"good."

Nuoxia pouted, he was also a little depressed, he had already tried his best to run away, but he didn't hold it down accidentally at the end, but the result was still in vain, and the scene that shocked others...

Forget it, if you can't keep a low profile, then you can't keep a low profile at all.

For the rest of the test items, go all out.

There are more than a dozen people lining up on the field of the strength assessment at the moment. Nuoxia and Xi stay at the back, and at the front, there is a huge machine with a dark body and a shape that looks a bit like a slot machine.

I heard that a few years ago, in the headquarters of the scientific research institute, the stuff that the scientists under Vega Punk tossed out.

In the middle of the machine, there is a slightly sunken place. If you hit it with a punch, the upper dial will jump up sharply, displaying a series of numerical evaluations, which can accurately determine the strength level of the students.

Simple and rude, much more convenient than running.

"Baruch, 450, B gear!"

"Xia, 630, S gear!"

"Hechuan Xiuma, 519, file A!"

Instructor Brandon is still in charge of the strength assessment. At [-] meters, he is not taller than the machine. He has to stand on tiptoe to see the display on the top scale.

"Next, Shiliu!"

"It's your turn."

Nuoxia patted Shiliu on the shoulder and said sincerely:
"Although your tone is rude, as a good brother, I will sincerely wish you good results, come on."

"Fart every day, have you ever had a truth in your mouth?"

Shiliu snorted coldly and walked to the machine with a cigarette in his mouth.

He tugged up his sleeves, poured all his strength into his right arm, and then suddenly shouted and threw a punch.

Boom!
The entire machine trembled slightly at this moment, and a rather gorgeous number jumped out on the scale.

"777, S gear!"

Brandon stood on tiptoe and glanced at it, then nodded with satisfaction, while writing in the record book, he said with a smile:
"Not bad, Shiliu, I've made a lot of progress from last time, keep trying."

"generally."

Shiliu let out a breath of smoke and returned to the queue with a flat expression.

This number is slightly different from what he expected, but it was only over 600 in the test two months ago, and it has indeed improved a lot.

"Next, Nuoxia!"

Is it my turn?

Under the attention of everyone around, Nuoxia came to the machine, but did not take action immediately, but stared at the dial for a while, suddenly turned her head and asked:
"Mr. Brandon, if you accidentally break the machine, don't you need me to compensate?"

Such a high-tech thing is very expensive at first glance, I am afraid that there are no tens of millions of Baileys who can't come down.

With his monthly allowance of more than [-] Bailey, the ghost knows how many years it will take to repay.

"Break?"

Brandon glanced at him strangely, and couldn't help laughing:
"What are you thinking, the upper limit of this machine is at least 2000. I have tried it several times, but I haven't measured how much the upper limit can reach, let alone break it... You, don't worry about it."

"What if?"

"Go, go, how can there be so many incidents?" Brandon touched his shiny forehead and waved his hand with pride, "If it can be damaged, I'll pay for you!"

Um?So loyal?

Nuoxia glanced at him silently, and decided to reduce her strength a little, otherwise, if she really wanted to smash the machine away with one punch, I would be sorry for this kind-hearted instructor.

"The upper limit is at least [-], isn't it..."

He turned and faced the machine quietly.

"Then with [-]% to [-]% strength, it should barely be able to reach this number."

Calm down, concentrate.

Immediately, he clenched his fists and slammed forward without saying a word.

Boom!
There was a dull loud noise from the inside of the machine, the whole body swayed from side to side, and then there was no movement.

As expected of something produced by the Institute of Scientific Research of the headquarters, it neither exploded nor collapsed, and was still safe and sound.

Nuoxia lowered her head, glanced at her right fist, felt ashamed in her heart, and began to reflect on whether she had swollen too much.

——Why did you have such arrogant thoughts before, thinking that you can break through the limit of determination and break the machine with one punch?

Man, you still have to be humble.

"Ok?"

At this time, Brandon stood on tiptoe, glanced at the numbers on the scale, scratched his hair, and showed a confused expression, "It's such a coincidence, why is it also 777, the same number as Shiliu?"

Eh?
Nuoxia's heart skipped a beat, and she began to have some bad premonitions.

"No, it stands to reason that I think your strength, Nuoxia, should be higher..."

Brandon bit the pen and muttered. Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly frowned and shrugged the tip of his nose, "What's the smell?"

I turned my head and saw that above the scale, thick black smoke began to rise...

The faint burnt smell began to drift around, and more and more people smelled it and cast a surprised look at it.

pat.

The pen fell from the corner of his mouth, and Brandon seemed to have turned into a sculpture. He stayed where he was and couldn't move, while Nuoxia, who was on the side, smiled shyly, and walked away silently...

…………

Then there is the six-type examination.

Lan feet, shaving, pointing guns, iron blocks, paper paintings, moon steps.

Except for the lack of practice in the finger gun, which was slightly inferior, in the other five events, Nuoxia won the first place in the individual events with perfect and impeccable performance.

The same is true for firearm shooting and swordsmanship assessments.

The latter is actually a bit of a twist.

According to the rules set by Zefa, the swordsmanship assessment adopts the mode of the ring battle, two pairs of practice, click until the point is reached, and the winner will be the winner by flying out of the ring, and the winner will enter the next round.

In this way, [-] into [-], [-] into [-]... The one who can stand to the end in the ring is naturally the first place in the individual event.

The opponents in front were not difficult for Nuoxia, and they passed through the competition with almost all kinds of spikes all the way, and came to the finals strongly.

Only the final championship and the battle between Shiliu and Shiliu was quite time-consuming and laborious. After more than half an hour of fierce battle, the two finally decided the winner. The superior Nuoxia won the crown. throne.

The main reason for the delay is because Nuoxia has restrained his power and speed to a level similar to that of Shiliu.

After all, in his opinion, this kind of project should be purely a competition of swordsmanship. If you are to learn swordsmanship with your friends, there will be a "one-strength breakthrough", "fortunately, I am superior in skill".

...that really doesn't make any sense.

Shiliu obviously understood this, so he didn't think about anything else throughout the whole process, focusing on his swordsmanship.

But at the end of the game, after seeing Shia trotting all the way to bring towels and water, she couldn't help but sigh and leaned against the barbed wire, silently smoking twenty-three cigars.

Twelve were drawn into the lungs, and ten were given to the wind.

There is another one, which made Roxandi next to him choked with sore eyes and tears.

……

It was around two or three in the afternoon.

Most of the projects have been tested, and Nuoxia, who won the first place in all of them, leads with an absolute advantage, and has already booked the first place in this assessment.

At the beginning, everyone was amazed at his monster-level performance, but gradually, everyone became accustomed to it, or numb, and felt that even if this guy took all the remaining projects in the future, it would not be surprising.

But, soon... they found out how wrong their ideas were.

The reason is also very simple.

——Noxia's last test is endurance.

The rules of endurance assessment are also very simple.

All the recruits, in batches and in batches, run on a circular track of more than [-] meters, carrying a load of [-] kilograms for non-stop long-distance running, and an instructor is responsible for recording the number of laps throughout the process.

If someone really can't stand to stop, or if the speed is slower than the minimum requirement, they will be judged to end the assessment, and the current number of laps is the final ranking basis.

Under the warm sunlight.

Just after sending the machine to the research institute for repairs, Brandon, who was busy and disheartened, lay on the bench tiredly and continued to insist on his own work.

There was a scoreboard standing beside him, and whenever a recruit ran past him, he would stretch out his hand weakly, flip the square wooden sign on the scoreboard back, and at the same time write down the corresponding number in a small notebook.

I have to say that the recruits of the elite battalion, after a year of training, are far more physically fit than ordinary people.

In such a daunting assessment, most people can insist on running more than [-] to [-] laps, and the best among them can reach more than [-] laps.

"It's still this project, it's easy to supervise."

Brandon picked up the iced orange juice next to him, took a sip, and showed a satisfied expression after a long time, "Just sit here and flip the brand, don't worry about the machine, whether it will be punched by the little monster disguised as a human being. …”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Brandon!"

Before he finished speaking, the monster in his mouth greeted him warmly by the sun, and grinned and trotted past.

Mingming has run forty or fifty laps with a weight of [-] kilograms on his back, and he is still in good spirits, like a normal person.

"..."

Brandon looked at the distant back of the other party, always feeling as if he had overlooked something.

But after a while, he shook his head, picked up the orange juice again, and sipped it indifferently.

Hey, the endurance test is just running with weight, and there is no equipment, so I have nothing to worry about.

- No matter how monstrous that kid is, can he still run and run through the runway under his feet?
If he really wants to be like this, even if Brandon goes to wipe the other party's butt a few times, he has nothing to say, just accept his fate.

Time passed little by little.

The first batch of recruits who took the endurance test had long since finished running and were paralyzed and rested on the side.

The few batches of recruits who joined later also began to show fatigue one after another. More and more people couldn't carry it, and fewer and fewer people still insisted on the runway.

Brandon's work is also getting easier. He is lying comfortably on the bench, humming a little tune, often after a minute or two, before he needs to move his fingers, flip the sign and record the passing by. Recruit laps.

"Is it more than five o'clock?"

He looked at the burning clouds in the sky and the sunset that was about to fall, and couldn't help but look forward to it, "After recording the laps of the last batch of recruits, we can go to the restaurant for dinner."

Brandon is undoubtedly a person who is dedicated to his duties. In terms of professionalism, he is a far cry from a well-known fish hunter.

But this day was busy and tired, and at noon he missed his lunch because he went to deliver the machine, and his stomach was empty for a long time.

Inevitably, the body is still on the training ground, but the mind is full of food in the restaurant.

Hold on, Brandon, hold on, win!
He touched his shriveled belly and told himself secretly that as long as he gritted his teeth and boiled for another half an hour, he would be able to finish today's work and eat a steaming dinner!
But, at this time.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Brandon!"

A familiar voice came from his ears, and Brandon turned his head in surprise, and saw Nuoxia wiping his sweat with a towel, waving at him with a laugh, and running away.

"I forgot to count, please help me to see, how many laps are there now?"

 In the second update, the number of words has been added a lot. It can be regarded as making up for yesterday's update. I still have a few in my heart~
  I apologize for the delay. I can't help it haha. I only started coding at night. I don't want to stay up until midnight. I have to get up early tomorrow. Good night everyone.

  PS: In addition, I recommend a book to a friend, "I'm Really the Captain of the Flying Henan People", and the portal is placed below.

  


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