future master in modern

A total of eighteen students stood in front of the gate of the Siberia training camp.

"Now, it's up to the coaches to select the students." Bruns saw that the time was almost up, so he decided to do the last job, assigning all the students to the three coaches.

Jack stood up first, "Let's not talk about anything else, I want him!" Coach Jack pointed out that it was Belken.

Belken was ecstatic, and the joy on his face diluted the viciousness and distortion when he just saw Zao Wou-ki come back alive.

Immediately afterwards, Coach Jack randomly selected several boxers who looked pleasing to the eye.

To be honest, unless you are a particularly good boxer, it is the same who you choose now, and there is not much difference.

Lawrence hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zao Wou-ki, then turned his head and looked elsewhere.

"You, it's you." Lawrence pointed to Allen and said.

Allen was overjoyed, looked at Zhao Wuji and said, "No. 105, I'll go there first."

Zhao Wou-ki smiled, but didn't speak.

Cook randomly selected a few fighters, but he also did not choose Zao Wou-Ki.

These three coaches should each select six students, but so far, they have not selected all six.

The boxers who were not selected were naturally a little embarrassed. They didn't want to be the last one to be picked up and finally randomly assigned to a certain coach.

Therefore, their expressions were a little anxious.

However, only Zhao Wou-ki had an indifferent attitude, Allen was worried for Zhao Wou-ki, and Belken wanted to see Zao Wou-ki in embarrassment, but after a glance, Belken's face suddenly darkened.

I don't know why, seeing Zao Wou-ki's calm demeanor, Belken panicked in his heart, he wished he could find a chance to beat up Zao Wou-ki severely.

Belken thought about it, and suddenly thought of something. He smiled faintly, then suppressed the expression on his face, and put on a sincere look again.

"Coach Jack, I have something to say." As soon as Belken said this, everyone's eyes were on him.

Bruns' face sank, "Is there something for you to talk about?"

Belken was stunned for a moment, a little afraid. Facing Bruns' reprimand, he was obviously very scared. After all, here, if Bruns is unhappy, he may kill her immediately.

Jack sneered, "Coach Bruns, why don't you let him talk? After all, we have no reason to deprive the students of their right to speak!" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Bruns to agree, he raised his chin to signal Belken spoke.

Belken hesitated for a while, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous without Bruns' permission.

However, after seeing Jack's viper-like gaze, he was shocked and decided to speak out.

"Coach Jack, I think you should choose No. 105. I think the performance of No. 105 is very good along the way."

Jack glanced at Belken expressionlessly, and then at Zao Wou-ki, with a strange smile on his face.

"Really? This No. 105 is really so good? Then, count this No. 105 as one."

Belken looked happy, and said to Zhao Wou-ki: "No. 105, thank you coach."

"Hey~ No need!" Jack sneered and waved his hands.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't intend to express his gratitude hypocritically, it was certain that Belken had bad intentions.

The anger in Bruns' eyes flashed away, and then disappeared, saying: "That's fine, hurry up and select all the remaining students!"

The three coaches nodded and brought the rest of the fighters under their command.

"Okay, bring them in!" Seeing that they had all made their choices, Blass turned around and stepped into the Siberia training camp.

"What are you waiting for, get out!" Lawrence roared, pointing at the door to signal them all to go in.

In the roar of the three coaches, the eighteen boxers all walked into the Siberian training camp.

One door, two doors.

They passed through the double giant gates before they entered the real interior of the Siberia training camp. The sound of the giant gate closing could be heard next to their ears. Difficult.

If you are alive, you can come out naturally.

If you die, then bury your bones here!No one in this world even remembers himself.

The main building of the Siberia training camp is like a siege, except for the gate, there is no connection with the outside world at all.

The high fence pulls the electric grid to prevent those students who can't bear the cruel training from trying to escape.

Inside the training camp, there was a row of low houses, one after another.

Under the leadership of the coach, a group of boxers came to a house without doors and windows.

"Go in!"

After all the boxers went in, they found that there was only one strong man sitting on a mahogany chair.

A long scar on the strong man's face almost divided the face. After seeing them, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Is this the rookie student of this year?"

Lawrence stepped forward and slapped his palm on the table.

Bang!

"Stop talking nonsense, take out your clothes!"

The strong man shrugged his shoulders and took out a dozen or so thick clothes.

Lawrence picked up one and shook it open to see that it was a tight-fitting vest with a rather elastic look. On the back of the vest was a ferocious polar bear.

Next to the vest is a pair of knee-length shorts, also elastic.

"Then, my students come first!" Lawrence suggested.

"Whatever you want." Coach Jack smiled coldly.

Lawrence snorted, then waved to his students.

A student at the head of the line stepped forward, somewhat at a loss.

"Take out your nameplate," Lawrence ordered.

The boxer was taken aback for a moment, and then took out his nameplate. Lawrence snatched it and slapped it on the table with a "slap".

The strong man picked up the nameplate, took out a machine, pressed the nameplate on a certain position of the clothes, and then pressed it hard with the machine.

After a click, the machine was pulled away, and the nameplate was tightly attached to the clothes.

"Okay, pick up your clothes and roll them aside." Lawrence picked up the clothes, threw them into the boxer's arms, and said, "Next."

In this way, one by one, the boxers stepped forward to receive the clothes with their own nameplates and stood aside.

Then, the group of Jack, as before, received the clothes step by step.

When it was Zao Wou-Ki's turn, Zao Wou-Ki took out the distinctive nameplate. When Jack took the nameplate, his face changed a little, his hand paused slightly, and then threw Zao Wou-Ki's nameplate on the table.

The strong man picked up the nameplate and was slightly taken aback.

"What are you in a daze for?" Jack scolded, startling the strong man awake.

"Okay, okay, it will be ready soon." The strong man quickly pressed the nameplate on his clothes and handed it to Jack.

Jack took the clothes and looked at Zhao Wou-ki with a sneer for a while. "Huh." Zhao Wou-ki sneered, snatching the clothes from Jack's hand. "You!" Jack's eyes burst into anger, and at this moment, a voice came. "Hurry up, the time is coming." Everyone saw that it was Bruns. Bruns stood at the door, urging everyone, but looked at Jack.

The corners of Jack's eyes twitched, and his nostrils breathed heavily.

"You..." Just as he was about to say something, Zhao Wuji had already stepped aside.

Allen had already changed out of his wet clothes and put on the newly issued camp uniform.

The camp uniform was stretched tightly on the body, and the muscles were well supported, which was quite beautiful.

Just then, a voice came.

"Allen, you look really good in this outfit." Who else could have said that voice, it was naturally Belken.

Allen hated Belken very much at first, but what Belken did just now changed his perception of Belken, so he smiled back.

Zhao Wou-ki smiled, did not answer the question, and took off his shorts on his own.

Here are all old men, so naturally there is no such thing as walking away.

Allen put on the camp uniform and looked stylish, and Zao Wou-ki could no longer be described as stylish when he put on the camp uniform. Many boxers present were a little jealous of Zao Wou-ki's perfect figure.

Strong chest muscles, bulging arms, but not a purely muscular man.

When a woman sees this scene, her eyes will definitely shine.

After all the boxers had distributed their clothes, the strong man pulled the wooden cabinet aside, and saw more than a dozen pairs of cloth shoes quietly placed here.

After each boxer took a pair of shoes and put them on, they followed the footsteps of those coaches and they came to the square of the Siberia training camp.

Here, a camp opening ceremony that symbolizes the beginning of cruel death is about to begin.

ps: Brothers, I love you~~