Pirate Control Vector

Chapter 32 Ian
"Hehe... When did you learn how to joke around?" Sicily said, his face distrusting the words just now.

"I'm not joking."

A layer of silence-like atmosphere was suddenly enveloped in the presence.

"Is there really such a genius?" Sicily asked.

The captain of the Navy Headquarters is equivalent to a pirate with a reward of tens of millions. Thinking of the class that Alves teaches, he is only a minor child. It is too scary to have such strength.

"Yes, and it should be said that there are more than one, and there is another guy who I was optimistic about before, a devil fruit ability user."

"You kid...you are so enviable!" Sicily leaned over and pinched his neck with his elbows.

Even if he has become a major general, there are only a dozen or so captains under him who are as strong as Alves. It should be said that the current navy is more and more biased towards the motley crew, and there are fewer and fewer capable guys. up.

From what Alves said just now, a child has such strength, and one can imagine how strong it will be in the future. Not to mention anything else, a normal navy would be proud of teaching such a student.

"Cough cough cough lightly." Alves patted the arm strangling his neck and said.

"You guys are getting weaker and weaker."

Sicily didn't make things difficult for him, let go of his arms, and sat back in his seat.

"What does it mean that I am getting weaker and weaker? It is obvious that you are getting stronger and stronger. When we joined the navy together, we were just miscellaneous soldiers. Because of my father, I was promoted faster than you. In a blink of an eye, you have become I became a major general, two positions higher than me."

"You chose the path of educating students yourself. Otherwise, if you continue to serve like me, you should have the position of lieutenant colonel."

"Don't comfort me. I know what my strength is. It's too difficult to be a colonel with my current strength."

Alves picked up the wine glass in front of the table and took a sip, feeling a little melancholy.

It was because he felt that he could not break through the shackles of his own strength that he chose the profession of education and pinned his hopes on the students.If it is not a question of strength, he also wants to eliminate those evil pirates with his own hands.

Aware of Alves' inner thoughts, Sicily also picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

"Ah..." The wine in the justice bar is all strong alcoholic alcohol, and Sicily can't help but make a sound after drinking so much at once.

"Drink slowly." Seeing Sicily's way of drinking, Alves persuaded.

"It's okay, it's just a little wine. I used to drink like this a lot before, you see." After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank a few more swigs.

Just after taking a few sips, he was choked and made a "cough, cough, cough" sound.

"Let me tell you..." Alves said, alluding to the persuasion just now.

Sicily didn't know whether it was because she choked on the wine, or because she was embarrassed, her cheeks were a little flushed, and she looked a little strange on her scarred face.

"It's been a long time since I drank like this, I just didn't get used to it for a while. Since becoming a major general, things have been much busy, and it's not like before that I can go out to hunt down pirates."

"It's not easy for you either."

"It's okay, I'll help you with what you said, but I don't know whether Marshal Warring States agrees or not."

As soon as he finished speaking in Sicilian, Alves took out a letter and placed it in front of his eyes, and the wine he hadn't drunk spit out in one gulp.

"Pfft...cough cough cough, you bastard, you already guessed that I would agree? It's really too much." Sicily accepted the letter and said.

Alves didn't explain, just giggled a few times.

"There is another thing I want to ask you to help, help me exercise."

"Exercising?" Sicily asked, Alves suddenly said this, which made him a little strange.

"I made an appointment with the students to fight, but the current physical condition feels that it is difficult to win."

"Eh..." Sicily was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to say, and it took a while to calm down and said, "Are you sure the kids in your class are exaggerating that much?"

He just thought that Alves exaggerated on purpose because he was worried that he would disagree, but he didn't want to say such words from his friend.

"I don't think there is a trace of fakeness. This is also the second reason why I came to you. I hope you can train me well."

Sicily put his hands on his hips and put on a dignified look.

"My training was very hard, you should also have memories, and I won't release water just because you are my friend."

Alves recalled the previous memories, even though it had been many years, the memory of the training was a little blurred, his face was still pale, and he couldn't help swallowing.

But he knew he couldn't lose, and said with firmness on his face, "Yes."

"What about the school? You should still have classes."

"I have entrusted the academy to find someone to take the class, there is no problem."

"...Doesn't this mean that I was plotted to death by you, too cunning." Sicily twitched at the corner of his mouth, and there was a black line on his face.

From the letter that was prepared in advance, and the preparation that he had already hired a substitute teacher, it can be seen that Alves has seen through his every step.

Alves was not polite, and said directly: "It's not that I'm too cunning, it's just that you are too simple."

"That's right... Then I have to hug you back. Welcome to the training time in hell." Sicily raised his glass and sneered coldly, and said to Alves.

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"Well, due to some unexpected circumstances, I will replace Teacher Alves as your teacher for the next week. My name is Ian." A young teacher said.

Wearing a brown coat, paired with brown trousers, combed oblique hair on his head, neat clothes without any wrinkles, wearing a standard tie, with a teacher's standard face on his face, overall Give people a neat look.

For those who were already familiar with Alves' classes, seeing the image of the teacher always felt a little awkward, but it was just a substitute teacher, and he didn't express any other attitudes, so he just let it go.

As soon as Ian started class, he picked up the book in his hand and began to explain it in a regular manner.The other students were a little bored with this kind of course, and although there was no threat from Alves, they listened seriously out of respect for the teacher.

Fang Xing was indifferent to this. He looked out of the window with nothing to do, using his ability to interfere and control some things outside the window, let the wind blow up the sand and dust at the training ground and fly in the air, or combine several forces to strike at the same time. To one place, in order to exercise computing power.

But even if he was just listening, he was able to accurately write down what the teacher explained with such distraction.

(End of this chapter)