One Piece's Love System

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?"

###Chapter 80 What to do if the endurance is too long###

Why is this thing still running?

Brandon was stunned, subconsciously glanced at the small notebook in his hand, and found that the number of laps accumulated on it had reached a rather terrifying number.

188 laps.

It exceeded the average level of recruits of the same class, by more than three or four times.

Is this still a person?

After racking his brains and thinking about it for a moment, Bran registered it seems that in the entire 11 years since the establishment of the elite camp, there were only three people who scored higher than this number in the endurance test in the first year.

But what kind of monsters are those three?

Sakaski.

Kuzan.

Polusalino.

So far, Mr. Zefa has trained the three most proud disciples, those with natural Devil Fruit abilities, who were awarded the rank of major general just after graduation, and now they all hold the important positions of lieutenant generals in the headquarters.

To become a general in the future is almost a certainty.

Does this kid Nuoxia have such potential?

"Wait a minute, that bad premonition was supposed to be here..."

Brandon's left hand holding the orange juice suddenly froze, his expression became a little subtle, "I won't be late for dinner because of this kid, right?"

……

Facts soon proved.

The unlucky Mr. Brandon, who has always been unlucky, had an unexpected hunch this time.

After more than an hour, it was completely dark, and almost all the recruits had left the training ground and went to dinner.

Only Nuoxia, still alone, happily ran wildly on the runway.

The speed shows no sign of slowing down.

"240 laps..."

Brandon was lying half hungry on the bench, like a slumped ashore seal, looking at the scoreboard and muttering feebly, "What a joke, it's already surpassed the records of Polusalino and Kuzan. …”

Only Sakaski's 250-lap record has yet to be broken.

But looking at this kid's situation, it's only a matter of time before he surpasses him.

...forget it, let's boil it again.

Maybe this kid's stamina is really abnormal, but as long as he is human, he has to eat after all, right?

Running from noon till now, can you hold on to it, can your stomach be able to?

Brandon felt that in an hour at most, Nuoxia would stop and end the assessment because he was too hungry.

This speculation, he thinks, is reasonable.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he saw a blue-haired girl hurried to the training ground and handed over a bunch of bento to the kid, and then saw the guy happily eating the bento and continuing to run...

this moment.

The anger and grievances accumulated in Brandon's heart finally erupted like a volcano.

"It's almost enough, you bastard!"

When Nuoxia ran past him again, he couldn't help trembling and roared:

"It's been 270 laps, and you're already No. [-]! No. [-] in the same session! No. [-] in history! There's no room for improvement, understand! How long do you want me to accompany you!"

"Eh?"

Nuoxia turned her head and looked at him strangely, still chewing on the beef balls Shia made by herself, "Are you hungry? Then you can go eat, I'll just run here by myself."

"What's that like!"

Brandon blew his beard and stared: "I'm not the kind of person who leaves without permission. As an instructor, I must be responsible for the authenticity of your assessment results!"

Such a lovely and stubborn man.

Nuoxia was moved by this spirit, so she stopped persuading her, gave Brandon a thumbs up, turned her head and continued running.

In the eyes of others, the endurance test may be boring and hard work, but in his view, this is the only fun and challenging item in this daily test.

However, running until now seems to be a little tired...

So after filling his stomach, Nuoxia thought for a while, and chose to temporarily lower the threshold of the negative gravity field from 7.5 times to 6 times.

After the threshold was lowered, his whole body felt a lot more relaxed, his spirit returned to his peak state, he grinned, and continued to run tirelessly.

And poor Instructor Brandon obviously didn't notice this.

He was looking at Shia's figure at the moment, stroking his beard thoughtfully - um, although he doesn't have time to go to the restaurant, he can learn from this kid and have someone send it over...

Why didn't you think about it before?

"In this way, I won't be afraid to spend it with you..."

Brandon snorted triumphantly, took out his micro phone bug from his crotch, and dialed Instructor Vivienne's number.

"Delivery?"

On the other end of the microphone, Vivian's voice was a little surprised at first, and then she sneered:

"What are you dreaming about, Brandon! The old lady is off work, and she has to take care of her daughter at home. How can I go to the training ground to bring you food for this guy?"

It happened that there was a little girl's cry next to her, as if she had hit something.

Brandon knew that it was the voice of Vivian's daughter, Dasqi, who was less than two years old, who had just returned from her hometown in the East China Sea.

"I know you have to take care of your daughter, but you can't..."

His stomach growled again, and he was in a hurry. Before he could finish speaking, the phone had already clicked and was ruthlessly hung up.

"I can't help you if you die... let's go."

…………

the next day.

When the recruits of the elite battalion came to the training ground early to gather again, they were surprised to find that Noxia was still running on the track, while the pale-faced Instructor Brandon was lying on the lawn in the middle.

He described it as dry, staring blankly at the sky, unable to feel any breath of life on his body, like a dead person.

Only every time Nuoxia ran past him, would he mechanically lift his right hand and turn the wooden sign on the scoreboard to the next page with difficulty.

Then, it slumped down weakly...

…………

"You are too immoral, Brother Nuoxia."

At noon that day, when the training was over and they went to the restaurant for dinner together, Rosannadi couldn't help but blame Nuoxia:

"It turned out to be the real instructor Brandon, who spent a day and a night with you as the scoreboard on the playground. Now that he's healed, he just passed out and was sent to the infirmary for drips."

"I persuaded him, but it doesn't work."

Nuoxia scratched his head, "I thought he could really stand it. Who knew he was stubborn, but this time it's really my fault. After dinner, I'll go to the infirmary to see him."

"That must go."

Rosannadi nodded in approval, but suddenly became curious, "By the way, how many laps did you run in the end?"

"It's not over yet, it's time to gather, so I can't help but go to the roll call, right?"

When I mentioned this, Nuoxia was a little unhappy, and it was really a disappointment that he failed to test his physical limit:

"In the end, it seems that it stopped at 450 laps, but it's still more or less. I forgot the specifics. Anyway, there are not many."

more than 400 laps?

Not a lot?

Roxandi and Shiliu gasped at the same time.

They glanced at each other, then looked at Nuoxia who was indignant, and snorted at the same time, and then increased the speed of their feet, leaving Nuoxia far behind.

"Hey, what do you mean, wait for me!"

###Chapter 81 Occlumency###

in the restaurant.

Surrounded by noise and noise, Nuoxia and two friends finished their meals and sat down in a familiar corner.

A few days ago, he also tried to leave the single crowd and sit and eat with Shia, but the envy and jealous eyes of the surrounding sailors' sisters almost drowned the blue-haired girl, and the two of them felt uncomfortable.

no way.

In order to prevent half of the restaurant's people from wearing pain masks when eating, he had to sacrifice his ego, fulfill his larger ego, and return to the masses.

"Is it my illusion?"

Shiliu looked at Nuoxia's plate suspiciously, "Why do you always feel that the things on your plate are always better than others?"

Just like beef, he hits a normal rib, while Nosha's plate is full of tenderloin and front tendon.

"No."

Nuoxia calmly picked up the borscht and took a sip, which was his favorite soup. "I'm so tired from training that I'm hallucinating. Besides, don't you just like medium-rare steak?"