Self-discipline! Have You Ever Seen Marin Vando at Four in the Morning?

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　　It is rare to cross once,

　　He wants to live happily, live completely!

　　In this precarious world,

　　In this sea of crisis and life and death,

　　Maybe this time in the military academy,

　　It was the last time he could toss at will.

　　quickly,

　　After he graduated from the military academy,

　　He was about to officially enter the army.

　　By the time,

　　He's about to go to war.

　　This is not a peaceful time.

　　In the era of the Great Pirates, a large number of pirate groups have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, making even the navy, known as the world's largest military organization, exhausted.

　　Even in some remote branches, they are also facing various crises.

　　He knew that he could only rely on himself.

　　Unlike other traversers,

　　The golden finger of his own system is not too outrageous.

　　If you insist on saying anything,

　　That is, it allowed Roy to gradually develop a very good habit and get used to living with such pain.

　　But precisely because the training is so hard and tiring,

　　He didn't want to give up.

　　"regret······"

　　When Zefa heard Roy's answer, his eyes suddenly became dazed, and his lips moved slightly as he murmured.

　　Roy laughed:

　　"Yes."

　　"Old man, didn't you come here like this in your past life?"

　　"Do everything seriously and don't miss any opportunity, don't you just want to have regrets in your future life?"

　　"you--"

　　Roy didn't finish speaking, he only felt a pain in his neck.

　　In the blink of an eye, Zefa's figure had appeared in front of him, and that sturdy and powerful hand held his throat tightly like iron pliers.

　　Roy was stunned.

　　Because Zefa's eyes were actually red and bloodshot.

　　"Different!"

　　Zefa said angrily, in a tone that was almost roaring.

　　"I know you are very disciplined!!"

　　"I also know that you have worked hard enough!!"

　　"But if you do this, it has nothing to do with hard work and self-discipline!!"

　　"You are masochistic!!"

　　"Do you understand!?"

　　"Go on like this, you can't do anything!"

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　　(Answer the book friend's question about self-discipline or self-abuse, the answer to the question will appear in the next chapter. Thank you for your reward and suggestions, to be honest, I am really exploring the theme and setting of this book, and to put it bluntly It is not a common system invincible article, so it is sometimes difficult to control. I hope the next plot can satisfy you~~ Thank you for your continuous support!).

Chapter 35

　　Zefa's eyes were as red as a devil's, his voice was hoarse, and he even spat out spittle in excitement.

　　He grabbed Roy's neck tightly, those eyes that had been through countless vicissitudes, full of sadness.

　　Yes,

　　stinky boy,

　　You try so hard,

　　Does it really make sense?

　　Even the old man who has been watching silently beside me,

　　I can hardly watch it anymore! !

　　The daily training is like a life-and-death fight by you;

　　The study after class makes you feel like you are going to gnash your teeth;

　　And this should be an ordinary swordsmanship class,

　　In the end, you were lying in the ward of this hospital covered in injuries! !

　　Is it really worth it?

　　Self-discipline is a good thing,

　　But what about masochism?

　　Zefa clenched his teeth tightly, looking like he hated iron.

　　"I know,"

　　Roy suddenly laughed,

　　"Teacher Zefa, I really know."

　　He looked at Zefa seriously and said word by word.

　　"Actually, I want to be like everyone else..."

　　He smiled softly, calmly, and full of yearning.

　　"Just go to class in class, those cultural classes that seem to be useless, you can slip away..."

　　"After class, just put the book aside neatly, and don't think about studying at all..."

　　"When you're in a good mood, go to bubble with female classmates, even if your confession is rejected, it doesn't matter, anyway, the next one is better;"

　　"When I'm in a bad mood, I go out with other classmates to play cards, gamble, gamble, hang out and drink. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it doesn't matter if you're drunk or not;"

　　"That kind of life is really comfortable and comfortable..."

　　But I can't.

　　The existence of the system makes it impossible for me to do whatever I want and be free.

　　Can think of here,

　　Roy couldn't help shaking his head gently,

　　Even if the system really doesn't exist, is this kind of life really what you want?

　　Ask yourself,

　　Ask yourself something from the bottom of your heart,

　　Even if this "damn" system never existed,

　　Are you really going to eat and die like this?

　　to be frank,

　　In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.