About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

The standard testing environment is a bit like a runway run on an entertainment show, with lots of moving platforms and swing points.

An excellent test environment is not limited to flat ground, there are many extremely steep slopes and deep pits, Junjun can't get through it at first sight.

The excellent test environment is an enclosed corridor filled with white LED lights.

"This is?"

Orson pointed to the room in front of him curiously, and saw Dubin press the remote control button, and a red laser "biu—" shot out from the end of the corridor.

"..."

Orson blinked, the excellence test room is the laser corridor of Resident Evil.

I always feel that Rhodes Island is getting more and more scary...

"This time, I'll choose Excellent, so I can use Originium skills, right?"

Orson chose an excellent test site with complex terrain.

The reason for not choosing Excellence is also very simple. After all, it is only a physical examination, so there is no need to risk your life...

"Yes, it is not allowed to greatly destroy the terrain. There are 3 flags in the middle, and you will pass if you reach the end after picking them all up."

Dubin introduced the rules, Orson nodded, and then entered the test field.

"pause"

Orson directly summoned the Rest Talisman, and the shadow stretched forward like a grapple to get stuck on the cliff, and then retracted while pulling Orson forward.

Orson, who was fixed on the cliff, grabbed the first flag, let go of his arms and fell down, using the rest as a buffer just before hitting the ground, and obtained the second flag.

Finally, Orson sprints to the edge of the cliff, turns around and uses his shadow to push the cliff, using the recoil to "push" himself to the other side of the pit and take down the final flag.

"23.49s - a new record."

Dubin pressed the stopwatch and looked at the time in surprise.

"Red's record has been broken, Kelsey. And Orson's origin stone skills are somewhat similar to yours?"

"The essence is different."

Kelsey responded briefly, and then wrote excellent/excellent on [Battlefield Maneuver].

"How's the grade, Instructor Dupin?"

After the quiz, Orson left the room to question Dupin.

"You broke the record. This kind of mobility has almost reached its limit, unless someone can teleport."

"I do know a girl who can teleport for a short time, but... she probably fell into the pit halfway through the test."

"...?"

Dupin tilted his head, wondering who Orson was talking about.

"Speaking of which, can someone really complete the excellence level?"

Orson asked curiously.

"Yes, she happened to be taking a test."

Kelsey pointed to the laser room next to Resident Evil, and a familiar shadow happened to be inside at this time, it was Hong.

"Wow..."

Orson's eyes widened. The red in the room kept tossing and moving to avoid one laser after another. Finally, when facing the grid laser array without any dead ends, it shrank into a cat and cat worm, and walked through the gap between them. squeezed through.

"qualified."

"No, just now it was obvious that there was a link that did not conform to the structure of the human body...!?"

"This is the origin stone technique."

Kelsey responded lightly, while Hong, who left the excellent testing room, was stunned for a moment when she saw Orson, and then hid behind Kelsey and stuck out her tongue at Orson.

"Bastard, but Red is more mobile."

This wolf cub has also learned to hide behind his parents and provoke him.

Orson silently said that he had written down this grudge, and sooner or later your tail will be blown off by me.

The battlefield mobility test is over, and the next item is the [Physiological Tolerance] link.

Orson followed Durbin Kelsey, this time to several small closed rooms side by side.

Walking from right to left, the small room is warm water at 40 degrees, hot water at 47 degrees, sweat steam at 80 degrees, and a stove at 300 degrees.

Dubin told Orson that the test of physiological tolerance was to enter these rooms for more than 5 minutes.

"In the end, this room is really not for roasting sweet potatoes...?"

Orson looked at the sweet potato roasting stove and sighed. As a result, the room happened to be pushed away from the inside, and a heat wave that could burn the skin rushed out along with a big and strong man.

"Sweating after training is always relaxing—huh? Orson, have you arrived in Rhode Island yet?"

It is none other than ACE who is roasting himself in the oven.

"Um... ah, yes."

Orson blinked, feeling in his heart that he is indeed my ACE brother, a real macho.

——Okay, since that's the case, I can't stretch my crotch in front of my brother!

"I'm here to steam at 80 degrees!"

Orson clenched his fists with pride.

3 minutes later--

"@△@嘿嘿嘿嘿噗噗噗噗…"

Orson, who was covered in heat, was lying on the ground with an ice pack on his head, and the corners of his mouth kept making weird noises.

"Do you men like being heroes so much?"

Dubin looked at Orson helplessly, and then asked ACE.

"Men always have moments when they can't regress."

ACE pushed his glasses.

As for Kelsey, who was sitting next to Orson, he sighed softly and changed Orson to a new ice pack.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah, am I qualified?"

After a while Orson finally got up.

"It's hard work, of course you didn't pass. I'll drag you out later, and I'm probably familiar with it by now."

Kelsey responded lightly, and at the same time wrote "normal" on the resume physiological tolerance.

"How did Brother ACE do it?"

Orson got up and complained softly.

"Exercise more" ACE responded after thinking for a few seconds.

"Is this really related to exercise..."

Physiological tolerance and physical strength are at the average level, which makes Orson start to suspect that he may not be the leader of integrated sports at all, but the number one CJB in the North.

Uncomfortable is uncomfortable, but the physical examination still needs to continue, and the next item is [Tactical Planning].

Osson originally thought that the location of the test this time would be a special cyberpunk virtual holographic sand table deduction, or a group of key administrators arguing with each other about a non-existent war.

But after arriving at the testing site, Orson found that the layout of the room was unexpectedly... familiar.

Kind of like an internet cafe.

"The test method of tactical planning is carried out through the simulated sand table deduction made by Ke Luxie. This time I will personally be the examiner. As long as you are not defeated within 20 minutes, you can get a standard or excellent rating."

Dubin sat on the computer opposite Orson and motioned for Orson to sit down too.

"Uh...I don't necessarily know how to do it, please be merciful, Instructor Dubin."

Orson sat down, opened the simulation sandbox software named "SandCraft", and found——

Isn't this StarCraft?

"Choose your tactical style, and then we'll start the deduction."

Dubin looked at Orson, who nodded after being stunned for a few seconds.

20 minutes later--

"Lose, lose...?"

Dubin spread out on the chair, looking at the failure picture in front of him in disbelief.

"What kind of tactics are you doing? It's too weird, no, it's unreasonable...!"

Dubin was defeated in the tactical deduction. After the news came out, it immediately caused a commotion in a small area.

ACE, who had changed his clothes, also came over.

"Let me try."

15 minutes later--

"Hmm... fierce attack."

ACE also lost.

Then, SCOUT also pushed the glasses over.

"Seems interesting."

33 minutes later--

SCOUT wiped his eyes and got up silently to leave.

"—Let me do it."

Finally, Kelsey frowned and sat opposite Orson.

Orson looked at Kelsey, who was always unsmiling and extremely serious. At this moment, he was sitting opposite him with a serious expression, playing a blind man's hegemony. This scene made Orson want to laugh.

But there are no brothers in the battlefield, and the loser can only be called the winner's brother, and please eat chicken pot by the way.