Pirate's Silver Fox General

Hearing the sound, Zefa raised his head from the file, looked at He with a smile, then glanced at Foxy, got up and left the desk and walked to the next sofa, motioning He to sit down and say.

"I think those little guys on the playground are working hard."

Sitting down, He looked at the little guys who were cultivating on the playground outside the window, and some sneakily looked over here, seeing Zefa looked over and quickly retracted his eyes to practice.

"The talents are all very good, as long as you train them well, you can become the mainstay of the navy."

Zefa smiled, looked away from the playground, and poured Crane a cup of cold coffee.

"It's cold again."

He took a sip of the coffee crane, and then looked at Zefa with a slight disgust.

"Haha...I only have cold here."

Behind him, Foxy stood neatly and quietly.

Zefa and He seemed to have forgotten him, talking and laughing.

To be honest, Foxy felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it, just waited patiently.

In about ten minutes, the topic finally turned to him.

"Zefa, this is the Foxy I told you last time."

Crane pointed at Foxy, who was next to him, and introduced Zefa.

"I have seen General Zefa."

Fawkesi didn't dare to take a desertion. When Crane introduced him, he stood up straight and saluted Zefa with a loud and serious voice.

"As Xiaohe said, very polite."

Zefa just nodded.

"Your name is Foxy?"

"Yes."

Standing straight, even though he knew that Zefa was asking knowingly, Foxy answered honestly.

"How old is it this year."

"Fourteen."

"Demon Fruit Ability?"

"Yes."

"Why did you become a navy?"

"I want to become stronger, I want revenge, I want to kill the pirates, I want to live well, this is the agreement between me and Ablis."

As it was, Foxy copied what he had said in answer to Crane, and said it sonorously and decisively.

"not bad."

Zefa stopped asking, glanced at Foxi's closed left eye, then turned to Crane.

Worthy of being a close friend for many years, Zefa understood it only with a look in his eyes.

"I asked Dr. Potter about Foxy's left eye. I can only use the power of the Devil Fruit."

"That's OK, I will accept this student."

Chapter 25, Wild Loli

Crane left, walking peacefully.

Foxy and Zefa were the two in the entire office. Although Zefa didn't give off any aura, Foxy couldn't help getting nervous.

Look at the arms with thick thighs and the strong muscles covered by the clothes. I can't hold my throat with a casual punch.

My small physique is comparable to that of one, no different from a little chicken.

"Go and meet your little friend in the future."

Zefa didn't linger, he stood up and walked out the door.

"Yes, General Zefa."

Foxy followed behind him, his steps firm.

"Call me Teacher Zefa from now on."

Without looking back, Zefa sullenly smiled.

"Yes, Teacher Zefa."

I don't know why Foxy is nervous and a little nervous. Is it because Zefa's aura is too strong?

"set!"

Zefa brought Foxy to the playground with a stern face.

Foxy could clearly perceive some children trembling all over, thought to be a little afraid of Zefa.

Neatly, a dozen children of different heights and ages stood in two rows on the playground, watching Zefa without squinting.

"Foxie, introduce yourself."

"Yes."

With a sullen face, Foxy is also serious.

It's not that he doesn't want to relax, but Zefa's aura is too strong, causing the atmosphere to be particularly heavy.

"My name is Foxy, I am 14 years old this year, please take care of me."

"Humph!"

Some children put their hands on their shoulders and looked at Foxy with a cocky face, with disdain in their eyes. Others smiled at Foxy.

But that smile was a smirking smile.

Fawker's heart sighed, feeling that these little kids are not easy to get along with.

"Next, you will become familiar with it. Now run five laps along the playground."

Without any sign, Zefa issued the order.

Upon hearing this command, all the children felt like they were abandoned.

"Teacher Zefa?"

A child with short blond hair and a wide chin looked like he was trying to say something, but before he could finish speaking, Ze Fa shivered when he came over.

"Gaspade, add a circle."

"Who still has a problem." Looking around, Zefa sullen his face, looking like a demon, making a dozen children afraid of panting.

"What are you doing, run away for me."

Zefa roared.

"Yes."

With dust splashed, a dozen children faced the sun and started running around the playground.

There is no need for Zefa to speak, Foxy followed sensibly, but his face trembled as he looked at the huge playground.

According to preliminary estimates, this lap will be eight or nine kilometers away. Those five laps...

When they came up with such a high intensity, they really didn't treat them as human beings.

The most important thing is that these guys ran too fast, they just drew a distance from Foxy.

Fawkes chased after taking out milk, but he could only look back.

MMP, do you want to be so cruel.

Foxy has just finished a lap, sweating profusely with his tongue out, but these guys are already on the second lap, and some of their faces are not red or breathless.

The most speechless thing for Foxy was that a little loli in the crowd ran faster than him. She smiled sweetly when she passed him. Foxy did not feel the spring breeze, but felt a deep malice.

I can't even compare to a loli.

Shame, great shame.

The entire playground has a runway of ten kilometers, which is 10,000 meters. The runways of some schools in the previous life were about 400 meters or 500 meters, which means there are 20 runways of 500 meters.

Those five laps add up to 50,000 meters, which is equivalent to 50 kilometers, and that would not kill people.

Even if Foxy had practiced for more than a month before, 50 kilometers was enough.

This is the marathon!

Slowly, the guys who ran like hot wheels also started to stick out their tongues and slowed down.

Foxy was not in a hurry, but ran slowly, breathing energy remained steady, even though his sweaty legs began to weaken.

The three children leading the crowd were particularly tough, especially the wild loli, who actually ran in the second echelon. As for Foxy, who was far ahead in the third echelon, he was the only one.

The sun above his head has been shrouded, and slowly began to have fewer and fewer people on the playground. They have run five laps, and now only Foxy and the Gaspard who added one more lap are left.

His mouth was dry and Foxy felt that his legs were not his own, and his breathing was painful, but he persisted.

"Your name is Foxy?"

Running side by side, both were on the last lap, but Foxy was on the fifth lap and Gaspard was on the sixth lap.

With his tongue sticking out and his whole body wet with sweat, Foxy turned his head to look at Gaspard, always feeling like he had seen him somewhere.

"You... hello..."

Out of breath, Foxy's smile was worse than crying.

"You are so weak."

With a look of contempt, Gaspard ignored Foxy after finishing talking, speeded up and slid in front of Foxy.

His face froze, Foxy, looking at the back of Juechen, really wanted to shoot with a slow aperture.

Especially at a young age, I don’t learn well. Shouldn’t I help you follow the normal routine?

Even if you fall into trouble, you still despise.

Fawkes wanted to catch up and exhale, but the idea was a good idea, but his body didn't allow it.

But the name Gaspard seems to have been heard somewhere. He has short blond hair, a big mouth, a wide chin, and he is very long and fierce. At first glance, he knows that it is from a mixed road.

Unable to remember for a moment, Foxy clenched his teeth and persisted.

Although it was a bit slow, it was over.

Tired like a dead dog, Foxy was panting with his hands on his knees, as if he had been drenched in water, not to mention embarrassed.

Everyone nearby looked at him.

"Physical fitness is too poor."

Even Zefa frowned.

Straightening up, Foxy's breathing is no longer so much gasping, but his chest is still violently up and down, and his legs are shaking constantly.

"Teacher Zefa, I will work hard."

Clenching his fists, Foxy's self-esteem is stronger than he thought.

I finally got to this moment, looking at the face, flattering, and even risking his life, absolutely can't give up halfway.

My left eye is stinging, and my life has been in danger. What else is there to fear?

What's more, it's about plastic surgery, absolutely not sloppy!

"Work hard. Of course you have to work hard. I will not treat it differently because you are recommended by Crane. Everyone here is like this. So you will spend the days in hell. You will die if you are not careful."

After taking a look at Foxy, Zefa stared at Gaspard and the others with cold eyes.

After swallowing, everyone held their breath. They joined the academy for only ten and a half months, and the longest one was only one or two months, so they hadn't figured out Zefa's temper.

"I'll be here today. Go back and have a good rest. The formal training will start tomorrow. You will know when I don't meet my requirements."

"Drake, take Foxy to your dormitory, and the rest are free to move around."