Zefa smiled and said:

"Then go back and have a good rest."

He waved his hand as if to chase away flies.

Ron: ? ? ?

This plot is not right.

Logically speaking, after Lao Tzu's heartfelt and exciting words, shouldn't you be overwhelmed and shout "Be my apprentice"?

Then there will be a mutual recognition between master and apprentice! ?

Why did you just let me go back to wash and sleep?

This bad old man doesn't play by the rules!

Seeing the "favorability +5" constantly popping up on Zefa's head, Ron couldn't react.

But since the boss has spoken, he can't refuse and continue to stay here.

In desperation, Ron had no choice but to stand up from the sofa and limped towards the door of the office.

"Take an umbrella."

Zefa's voice came from behind, and then the wind sounded behind him.

Ron subconsciously turned around and took the umbrella thrown by Zefa.

He looked at the old man who was sitting on the office chair again, whose figure seemed to be hidden in the darkness, smoking silently, and suddenly bowed and said:

"Thank you, Teacher Zefa."

Zefa, who was hiding in the shadows, smiled and said:

"Don't catch a cold, brat."

Click!

The door was pushed open.

Ron was taken aback when he heard the words, and his heart warmed up. He nodded and opened the black umbrella.

plunged headlong into the stormy sky.

Looking at the young figure going away, Zefa sat on the office chair without saying a word, smoking one cigarette after another, as if falling into a long silence.

The office door slowly closed.

After a long time,

As if he had made some kind of decision, he opened the military school freshman file on the desktop again.

Name: Ron

Age: 20

Origin: East China Sea

Family background: Both parents died

Talent Rating: Moderate

Physical fitness test evaluation: medium

Evaluation of family political background: average

Thick smoke filled Zefa's figure, making him squint his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that a series of extremely brief comments on this file actually covered the first half of a person's life.

And under this form, there are a few words written by the person in charge of the military school freshman review:

"Comprehensive evaluation: It is not recommended to train according to the sequence of combat power, but to train in the direction of intelligence officers and staff officers."

The entrance evaluation of military academy freshmen is a very important consideration standard in the training program of military academy.

If there is no accident, this "comprehensive evaluation" will determine the rest of Ron's life.

After all, not everyone has the qualifications and standards to be trained in the combat power system sequence. For those freshmen who do not have good talents and combat literacy, staff officers and intelligence officers are another way out.

But this is obviously not the "way out" that Ron's brat wants.

"Aren't you reconciled?"

Zefa squinted at the sentence of "comprehensive evaluation", and whispered in a meaningful tone.

a moment,

A light suddenly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He simply stubbed out his cigar and picked up his pen.

A straight black line directly crossed the sentence of the evaluation.

Zefa's tightly furrowed brows slowly loosened.

He picked up the pen and wrote a new sentence on it.

"This student has great ambition and firm will. Although his talent is weak, he can make up for it with hard work. He is cultivated according to the order of combat power."

After finishing writing, Zefa took a deep look at the file, and then slowly closed it.

He let out a long breath, lit a cigar again, and turned his head to look out the window.

On the road to the military academy,

He saw in the torrential rain,

A thin figure holding a black umbrella was limping forward towards the dormitory of the military academy in the distance.

windy and rainy,

Every step he took was extremely difficult.

The corner of Zefa's mouth gradually outlined a mellow smile like strong wine, and murmured to himself:

"Brat, in the face of the wind and rain, this road is not easy for you..."

Chapter 7

In the empty and lonely Chief Instructor's Office, the former Admiral of the Navy Headquarters Black Arm Zefa was smoking like this, quietly watching that thin figure gradually being completely engulfed by the wind and rain that enveloped everything.

The smoke filled his weather-beaten face, and the light from the ceiling made the furrowed wrinkles on his face more intense and clear.

Listening to the sound of rain outside, Zefa fell into deep thought.

He is a master at using domineering, and when he was young, he fought in the sea with his powerful armed domineering level, earning the reputation of "black wrist".

In the same way, Zefa's knowledge-colored arrogance is the same as his powerful armed arrogance, not weak at all.

He may not be able to achieve the realm of "being able to listen to other people's voices" and "predicting the future" in the legend, but it is still easy to judge whether what others say is from the heart through the performance of other people's breath, emotions and physical signs. of.

That's why when Ron said, "If I can work harder and sweat a little more during training, maybe I can bleed a little less on the battlefield, and one less comrade-in-arms will die", he just sneered, He slapped the brat furiously.

This is of course very good, but it's not what Ron's cunning boy really thinks.

But what the brat said later, Zefa could sense that he was serious.

He is really not reconciled.

Zefa can sense this.

It was an urge to risk his life and want to become stronger.

This made Zefa very curious.

What kind of past is it that makes an ordinary kid from the East China Sea have such a mentality and will?

He clearly knows that with his talent, it is impossible to have the achievements of Sakalski and the others.

But he is still not reconciled.

He said he didn't want to regret it.

So Zefa decided to give him a chance, and swiping on that military school file changed the direction of Ron's training.

Zefa, who is in a high position, knows very well that his understatement can easily change Ron's life.

So under normal circumstances, he would not make such a decision lightly.

But he did see Ron's will.

It's just that he knows a profound truth very clearly.

In fact, it was far more cruel than Ron thought.

When he tried his best, he couldn't catch up with the footsteps of those geniuses;

When he grits his teeth forward and trains day after day, he can't compare to others' efforts in a day...

wait till the end,

Will he continue to fall into disappointment, confusion, and then despair because of this?

When he realizes the truth of reality, will he face it calmly and move forward bravely as he said today, or will he give up his dream in despair?

Zefa was curious about the choice Ron made in the end.

in case……

Although the probability is very low, close to zero...

If that cunning brat can really stick to his heart and go to the end, even if he breaks through the south wall and doesn't look back...

Zefa suddenly laughed and clenched his fists.

Although Ron's "terrible" talent was clearly marked on the military school's admission file, Zefa didn't think the scene he saw just now was an illusion.

That one is weak but full of vitality like a trickle of force.

It was precisely because he sensed the power that was emanating from Ron's body that Zefa, who fell into astonishment, was "inadvertently" punched in a sneak attack.

Could it be that something went wrong with the testing process for enlistment?

Zefa couldn't help but think of this.

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