Ultraman: I really didn’t work hard secretly.

Time flies and half a year has passed.

As Seth shared the results of others' training, his awareness of his own physical improvement gradually weakened.

Just like bodybuilders on Earth, muscles will grow very fast during the beginner benefit period, but after starting real training, the muscle growth rate will slow down accordingly and reach a stable plateau period.

The reason for this phenomenon is that the trainee was too weak before. When he starts regular training, his body will gradually adapt, and after fully adapting, everything will tend to stabilize.

This is roughly Seth's current situation.

Early that morning, Seth and Zeta were walking to school together.

After counting the time on his fingers, Zeta showed an expectant expression: "The final exam is coming soon!"

"Zeta, you have changed. You used to be afraid of exams." Seth said with a smile.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. We can't always take the past as the present. I was not good at it before, so I practiced more..." Zeta said in a very imposing manner.

Just as he finished speaking, Zeta suddenly looked like a deflated ball and looked at his friend beside him: "However, no matter how hard I train, my strength won't grow as fast as yours."

As he spoke, Zeta reached out and touched the hard muscles on Seth's shoulders, his face full of envy.

After half a year of hard training and sharing, Seth's muscles are now clearly defined and his lines are smooth. With a little effort, his muscles can almost be drawn.

"Seth, how did you train? Tell me your training methods." Zeta asked eagerly.

Seth: “…”

If I say I haven't practiced, Zeta probably won't believe me...

So, Seth left a mysterious sentence: "Time will not let down those who work hard, just work hard and that's it."

"But I haven't seen you working hard on physical training." Zeta was even more confused.

In the past six months, every time I went to see Seth, he was either reading a book or playing games, and I never saw him practicing physical skills...

Thinking of this, an important message suddenly flashed through Zeta's mind: "No, you must have secret special training!"

"Every day after school, you have to stay in school for two hours. During these two hours, the teacher must be giving you special training, right? Your muscles must have grown during that time!" Zeta said firmly.

Seth: “…”

Zeta guessed half right. He did have special training, but the training was in light.

Moreover, the special training effect of light is very average.

At least in the eyes of Instructor Ace, it was a failing grade.

Because in the eyes of Instructor Ace, he was a young genius who shot out his first light when he was over 2,000 years old, and his subsequent performance should not be so mediocre.

But the instructor had no idea that his talent was mediocre and that his light skills all came from Kag, a soldier in the reserve team.

How much the other person understands about light is how much you understand about light...

"Snapped!"

Zeta next to him suddenly clapped his hands: "Look, you didn't say anything, which proves that I guessed right!"

Seth: "Why don't you suspect that my muscles grew while playing games?"

"When I play games, I use not only my eyes but also my brain. Maybe I first developed a muscle brain, and then the muscles spread to the body with the brain as the center..."

Hearing Seth's irrelevant explanation, Zeta smiled confidently: "You treat me like a child, I won't fall for it!"

"A simulator game can't even train your brain, let alone your muscles."

“Unless you happen to meet a philosophical master in there.”

Seth: “???”

This kid was right. Torrekia is indeed a master of philosophy.

It's just that I haven't run into Tregear in the game for half a year since the last time we met.

"It's just a question, why is that guy so nervous?" Seth was speechless.

"What did you say?" Zeta curiously put his head in front of Seth.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about the physical training test this afternoon." Seth changed the subject.

"Are you still worried about the physical training test? In the past six months, in which test have you not ranked first? And you always say it's luck..." Zeta was touched on the sore spot and sighed.

"No matter what, you will participate in special training after school today, and I want to go with you!" Zeta suddenly looked at Seth seriously.

Seth was embarrassed: "This matter is not something I can decide. It depends on whether the instructor agrees or not."

"Why wouldn't I agree? I'm just watching from the side."

As they were chatting, the two children walked to the school gate.

The old security guard greeted them enthusiastically: "It's strange that no one came running to school today."

"We both get up early every day now and haven't run to school for a long time." Zeta said unconvinced.

The old man said cheerfully, "I see. How about I, an old man, give you an award?"

Zeta was choked by this sentence. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "That's not necessary."

Then the old man's eyes fell on Seth: "Looks stronger than yesterday."

Seth smiled modestly, "Same as my classmates."

"Haha, when I was guarding the gate before, I also saw a kid with well-developed muscles like you. His chest muscles were well-trained. That kid was even more humble than you." The old man seemed to think of some old things, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I just don't know what happened to the child later."

"What's his name?" Zeta asked curiously.

"Ultraman." The old man looked calm.

Seth: “???”

"The man the old man is talking about is the first Ultraman, right?"

By this calculation, how many years has he been working as a security guard at the primary school?

Zeta glanced at the big clock on the teaching building and pulled Seth aside: "Okay, class is about to start. Let's go in first."

Soon, two children rushed into the teaching building.

The security guard watched the two men's backs and said, "They do look alike."

……

Inside the classroom.

The teacher stood on the podium, looking at the pairs of eager eyes below with satisfaction.

"After a whole school year of study, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it will be time to test your achievements in academic subjects."

"Of course, as your homeroom teacher, I also care about your performance in physical training."

"There will be a small drill before the physical training exam this afternoon. Guess who you will be practicing with this time..."

At this point, the teacher's expression suddenly became playful.

Seton felt something was wrong: "Will he fight the instructor directly?"

"No, no, your instructors don't need to take part in this small drill." The teacher shook his head.

Seth: "It's not the instructor. Judging from the teacher's expression, it's probably not a sparring match between classmates... Could it be..."

Behind Seth, Carlo couldn't hold it in any longer and raised his hand and said, "It's a fight with the students in the Space Guard!"

"My brother received this news last night!"

Zeta: "So our opponent today is your brother? No, it's our brother... Can we let our brother go easy on us?"