Whistle To the Earth, You Guys Really Know How To Play

Ophiuchus.

In the bathing room of the marching camp.

The steaming water vapor filled the huge public bathroom, and the air inhaled from the lungs was thick and sticky.

"Hey! Have you heard that? General Morris went to the Poor Star and brought a lowly poor man back!"

The echo of the sound echoed in the bathroom.

Another slightly sharp voice said: "I know, I saw him in the afternoon, huh! He looks like a dog, not from the planet Earth Turtle, and I don't know how to climb General Morris. "

The hostile person said: "The point is not his looks. He, a poor star, is treated the same as our recruits when he comes! Why? We have worked so hard to graduate from the military academy to join General Morris’s army. Why is he a low-ranking pariah who doesn't even have an ID card to be equal to us?"

The sharp voice hesitated for a while, and said: "It's also... and the birthplace written in the file he filled out is a junk star, hush... Don't you say it was me."

"Ha! Trash Star? What is his ability to get General Morris to bring him back?! Cut, I shouldn’t have listened to my dad’s words to join Morris’s Legion, and he said that he has an unlimited future under his command, hehe, he But just won a few victories, in fact, it's just a lookless rubbish! Uh!"

Bang!

A thumping sound of bones colliding blasted out of thin air!

The man who fell on the ground spit out the fallen teeth and asked vaguely: "Who?!"

The moisture gradually dissipated, revealing a slender figure standing upright.

The visitor's curly hair had a few strands of egg filigree and seaweed, and an unknown liquid was spilled over half of his body. The brown, inorganic eyeballs fixedly looked at the person who was knocked to the ground by himself.

Even in such an embarrassing appearance, he still possesses an intriguing aura. The strong aura made the people on the ground pause, and he quickly recovered, standing up and shouting vaguely:

"Trash star bastard, you dare to fight puppets!"

Genn still stood there blankly, with a mocking sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth.

This lofty posture angered those who were unhappy with him even more.

"you wanna die!"

...

When Morris heard the report from his subordinates and rushed to the fighting training hall, the battle was almost over.

Bang!

The door of the combat training hall was pushed open vigorously.

Morris stood in the doorway against the light, panting slightly after running quickly.

Under the fighting platform, lying or sitting on a piece of wounded soldiers, seeing Morris coming, each one lowered their heads with guilty conscience, and said hello with his lips: "General... General..."

Morris turned a blind eye, staring straight ahead, and walked straight to the fighting platform.

"Which person said the general has no eyesight? Look at that dog..."

The word "hybrid" had not yet been spoken, and the speaking soldier consciously silenced, and said: "The poor star is here, and the thinking tentacles are at least two stars. When I pierce my brain, I can only lie down and fight. ."

"Yeah, my thinking tentacles are less than one-tenth of his when I am 22 years old. He is a genetic mutant of the poor star, right?" The speaker bent his broken elbow and looked worried.

"Eh, which is the first challenge?"

"318? 319? Can't remember."

On the fighting stage, Genn was naked, hitting someone on the ground with a fist, and then kicking to the stage. The blood from his forehead blurred his vision. The corner of his mouth was hooked, and he shouted arrogantly: "Next!" "

It has been a long time since I have such a happy feeling. On the earth, the name of a genius has been accompanied by Genn's growth all the way. He abides by and restrains, because the eyes of the people of the country are watching him;

At the same time, he was also strong and silent. From the day he reached the peak of Tier Nine, he faintly felt that he had touched the top. There was no breakthrough in the next ten years, and it seemed that he could no longer advance half a step.

With the mission of being born as a prince, and living without waves, in the final duel with a super tenth rank monster, he unexpectedly had the irresponsible thought of ‘it doesn’t matter if you die’.

"Next!"

There was still no one in the audience. The wheel warfare didn’t beat people down most of the night, but it was shameful that I was beaten down. This kid from the star of the poor has real facts, no wonder General Morris. Will bring him back.

Sweat ran down the curve of Gern's back, slid over segments of spine, and sank into his lower back.

Morris's Adam's apple moved, his slender eyes narrowed, and his bright army boots buckled to the ground step by step, echoing in the silent space.

Everyone's eyes turned to the back of Gern.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gern turned around staggeringly. In the red field of vision, Morris wore the iconic white gloves, with straight and slender legs wrapped in iron gray military uniforms, cold and abstinent.

"You are here." Gunn said dumbly, somewhat vaguely.

He staggered forward two steps.

The next second, he fell to the ground with a bang.

The height of the fighting platform was exactly the same as Morris’s sight. The moment Gern fell to the ground, he looked into a pair of gray-blue icy eyes. Those eyes were always with three-point disdain. The same brilliance.

Before he could discern the meaning carefully, the exhausted sea of ​​consciousness forced him into a coma.

※※※

Guern felt as if he had walked into a thick fog, but the scenes that flashed by were very real...

At dusk, in the dilapidated transfer hall of District 20, a man wearing a black V-neck shirt casually leaned on a pillar, and the powerful aura around him was so shocking that no one would dare to look at him.

The afterglow reflected on his side face through the glass, the slender peach eyes narrowed impatiently, and the well-shaped chin was raised in an incredible arc.

The first word that Gern flashed through his mind was arrogance, this man was so arrogant, but with a cold face.

It seems to be lazy and casual, but he is always watching the surrounding situation. When standing up straight, the shoulders, backs and legs form a straight line at three points. I have seen countless military postures, but no one can stand so pleasing to the eye. Think, um, pleasing to the eye.

He stared at him directly until the man gave him a warning, and then quickly looked away, as if he didn't want to be out of touch.

The glance looked into Gunn's heart one after another, scratching people's heart.

Later, there were "unexpected encounters" again and again

Until he won the championship trophy in the 20th district, he deliberately showed some of his true strength.

That was the first time that Morris began to look at him squarely.