Are you crazy! You call this an assist?

Inside the door of reality.

The attribute stone pillar was emitting rainbow-like light, and Jiang Chen was wrapped in it.

He felt dizzy in his mind, and his eyes fell into darkness.

"Jiang Chen, wake up!"

Suddenly, a shout came from my ears.

Jiang Chen noticed someone tapping his left shoulder.

He rubbed his somewhat groggy head, opened his eyes and looked over.

Only then did he realize that he was in an open space paved with stone slabs, surrounded by hundreds of teenagers, neatly arranged into a square formation.

They were all in the same posture: feet slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, knees bent at right angles, hands clenched into fists at the waist.

It seems to be some kind of exercise.

On the left side of Jiang Chen, a brown-haired boy of fourteen or fifteen years old with freckles on his face was looking at him with a worried expression: "Jiang Chen, why did you take a nap during morning exercise? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Morning exercise..."

Jiang Chen murmured, his eyes full of confusion: "Where is this?"

"ah?"

The brown-haired boy stared and said, "Are you stupid? This is of course a martial arts arena."

"No...I'm a little dizzy."

Jiang Chen rubbed his head again. He couldn't remember why he was here at all.

Where is the martial arts arena?

"Rhode, stand still!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout came.

At the front of the queue, a sturdy middle-aged man walked over with his hands behind his back.

"yes!"

The brown-haired boy immediately returned to his original position, spread his legs, put his fists at his waist, stood with his knees bent, and his upper body straight.

"Jiang Chen, are you lazy here?!"

The middle-aged man walked up to Jiang Chen and scolded him with a serious look on his face.

"I……"

Looking at this middle-aged man who was a whole head taller than himself, Jiang Chen was startled for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, the young people standing in line around him all turned their heads and looked over with surprise on their faces.

"What happened to Jiang Chen today?"

"Why don't you even recognize Mr. Miller?"

"Did you get silly in the fight yesterday?"

…

The teenagers were talking in low voices.

"Stand still for me. If anyone thinks more, just run with the weight!"

Immediately, a middle-aged man named Miller looked in all directions and shouted sternly.

The teenagers around him quickly looked ahead and closed their mouths.

Miller then looked at Jiang Chen: "Jiang Chen, I don't care what madness you are going through, just go and run around the martial arts arena three times for me now!"

"this……"

Jiang Chen wanted to say something else, but after seeing the other party's stern face and determined eyes, he had no choice but to walk to the gravel track not far away.

The current situation is unclear and it is not appropriate to conflict with others. He just needs some time to figure out the current situation.

After arriving on the gravel track of the martial arts arena, Miller's voice sounded again: "Do you think you are taking a walk? Put on the stone locks, one with each hand!"

"Um?"

Jiang Chen looked over in confusion, and then noticed that there were many large stone locks on the ground, each of which was about thirty to forty centimeters long and wide.

"This stone lock must weigh hundreds of kilograms!"

Jiang Chen was secretly frightened, so he walked over and tried to lift it.

He saw that his arms suddenly became tense, with clear lines and powerful muscles appearing on them.

And he also lifted the stone lock, which didn't feel very difficult.

"Is this my hand?"

Jiang Chen was a little confused. When did he have such strong and distinct muscles on his arms?

interesting.

He touched his arms with interest, then picked up a stone lock in each hand and started running around the martial arts arena.

Not far away, Miller was speaking loudly to the teenagers in the queue: "You have joined the Imperial College. You are all the best among your peers. You should work harder and not bury your talents!"

"The ones with talent are those magicians."

In the queue, Rhodes, a brown-haired boy with freckles on his face, whispered something with deep envy in his tone.

"Remember, warriors are not inferior to magicians. As long as they train hard, warriors can also have the opportunity to become strong, have status, money, and be respected by others!"

Miller said sternly, then looked at Rhodes: "Rhodes comes out and stands on one hand for half an hour!"

"yes!"

The latter responded helplessly, walked out of the queue, put his head and hands down, and used one hand to support his body.

…

On the other side, Jiang Chen was running on the runway with a stone lock. He heard what Miller just said and extracted some information from it.

Such as academies, magicians, warriors….

This surprised Jiang Chen. As he ran, he couldn't help but think: "Did I travel through time?"

Soon, he walked along the runway from the east to the west of the martial arts field.

I saw a group of teenagers in the west area, only twenty or thirty people, including boys and girls.

The difference is that this area is covered with a large awning, and the ground is covered with soft animal skin carpets.

The boys and girls inside were sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating with their eyes closed.

In front, there was a tall man wearing a brocade robe. He crossed his arms and held a staff in front of his chest, and his eyes kept scanning the young men who were meditating.

"These are...magicians?"

Jiang Chen kept looking at these people while running.

He also roughly understood the basic situation here: this is an academy for training warriors and magicians, and he is also one of them.

And he seems to be a warrior student.

Three minutes later, Jiang Chen finished a lap and returned to the east area of ​​the martial arts field.

He could clearly feel that his arm muscles were a little sore and his body was a little tired.

He couldn't help but slow down.

"If you don't finish the remaining two laps in five minutes, you will be fined three more laps!"

At this time, Miller, who was not far away, scolded coldly.

"Two laps in five minutes..."

Jiang Chen had to grit his teeth and speed up his running speed.

...

At the same time, in the bedroom of Villa No. 21 of Manor No. 1.

A large number of light spots, like tiny fireflies, continued to emerge in the room.

These light spots quickly gathered towards Jiang Chen on the sofa chair.

His body surface was covered with a layer of faint light, and at the same time, his muscles drove the skin and moved slightly.

Especially his arms, you can vaguely see the muscles emerging, and the lines are becoming more and more clear.

However, the expression on Jiang Chen's face was not very good. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and tiny beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead, and then dripped down the game helmet.