Ultraman: I really didn’t work hard secretly.

Carlo had some information, but not much: "Other classes will also practice with the reserve team. It's not certain whether we can match my brother."

"Anyway, there is no doubt that we will be sparring with the reserve team."

After hearing Carlo's speech, the teacher at the podium nodded slowly.

All the students in the class fell silent after seeing this scene.

"Why would the school have such an arrangement? To let us elementary school students compete with the reserve team?"

"That's right. Isn't this clearly an attempt to get us beaten?"

"Maybe the school is deliberately training our ability to withstand blows?"

"Schools won't do something this outrageous, right?"

"What are you still standing there for? The teacher has already nodded!"

"If it's a one-on-one match, I feel like the reserve player can knock me down with just one finger."

"What if it's one-to-many?"

"How many more reserve players do you want me to play?"

"It's not us versus many, it's the reserve players versus many! Aren't you a little too confident in yourself?"

"Oh, we're one on many... Then I feel that if all fifty of us in the class come together, we can probably beat one..."

“This is underestimating us.”

"Hey, do you have any idea about the reserve members? Let's not talk about whether they can be promoted to regular members. Just being able to pass the exam to become a reserve member is already impressive enough."

"Every student who is admitted to the reserve team must have been the best in the class in elementary school, such as Seth in our class."

"And they are so much bigger than us. Imagine if you were to meet Future Seth...even if fifty of you came together you probably wouldn't be able to defeat him!"

Seth, who heard these words, said: "..."

Why do my classmates describe me as a devil?

Am I not friendly enough to my classmates?

At this time, a frightened student begged the teacher: "Teacher, can you give us more detailed information about the drill this afternoon?"

As soon as this was said, the other students echoed: "Yes, teacher, please tell us more so that we can prepare early."

"Actually, there's no need to prepare. It's just a drill anyway... If you really can't win, the worst that can happen is that you just admit defeat after the start. It's not a final exam anyway."

"You think too simply. Our grades are calculated by adding the final grade to the regular grades. If your regular grades are poor, you will not pass the final grade no matter how high it is... If you fail, it means you will be held back! As a proud warrior, how can I hold back a grade!"

"Okay, don't get excited." The teacher on the podium looked at the excited children and pressed down his palm: "It's just a drill. Winning or losing doesn't matter. Just perform well. The instructor won't really let you get hurt."

At the end, the teacher, who was familiar with the children's temperament, sighed and said, "Seeing how excited you are, I don't think you can have the class in the morning."

"You can go to the playground and move around freely. Just don't skip class. This will help you prepare for the afternoon drill."

Hearing this, the students rushed out of the classroom again.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Teacher, you look so handsome today!"

After all the students left, Seth was the only one sitting there in the class.

The teacher asked in surprise, "Seth, aren't you going out for some free time? The test this afternoon will be very stressful."

Seth calmly opened the book: "No, studying can calm my mind."

He doesn't need to practice physical skills himself, someone has already practiced for him.

Instead of going out for activities, it is better to review a few more books in the classroom.

The knowledge I missed in the past has not yet been made up.

On the podium, the teacher looked at Seth's calm expression with a gleam in his eyes.

He is worthy of being the student who has made the most progress this academic year. He is so calm and composed that he doesn’t even look like a child over 2,000 years old!

Seth: "Teacher, you keep looking at me. I can't learn."

After taking a look at the students who were consciously following the rules of free activities on the playground outside, the teacher pulled a chair and sat down on the podium: "Okay, I won't look at you. I will sit with you. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

A few minutes later.

The teacher looked at the student who had made the most progress this year with disbelief in his eyes: "Didn't we learn this question in grade 200 of elementary school? How could you not know it?"

"Teacher, you don't have to be so surprised. This is something I learned a hundred years ago. A hundred years is enough for our Ultraman's good friends, humans, to die twice. It's not normal for me to forget something." Seth explained confidently.

The teacher was confused by Seth's attitude.

It seems... that makes some sense!

"Actually, the answer to this question is very simple. First, you do this... then you do this..."

……

The time came to that afternoon.

Just like Carlo said.

As soon as the bell rang, the physical training instructor Seven was seen walking into the elementary school playground with a team of reserve students.

Looking at the tall and strong reserve cadets in front of them, the originally noisy primary school students suddenly became dead silent.

"It's true... and judging from the situation, it doesn't seem like our entire class is challenging one reserve player, otherwise we wouldn't be able to bring so many here." Zeta nervously grabbed Seth's hand.

Seth took out his hands and patted his friend on the shoulder: "Don't worry, if you can't beat him, just admit defeat."

"My brother, that's my brother!" At this time, Carlo came up to the two of them and excitedly pointed at a blue warrior among the reserve team members.

"I told you, my brother is super strong. Even in the fiercely competitive reserve team, he ranks among the best!"

Carlo, who idolized his brother, couldn't help showing off.

Seth looked at Kag, one of the reserve players, and lowered his head with a guilty look on his face: "I know, I know..."

Seth still remembers the feeling at that time...

Opposite the children.

The reserve team members looked at these silent little sprouts with a confident smile on their faces.

"Today's test is to compete with these kids? I feel I can beat ten of them." A member of the Silver Clan team said confidently.

"Bullying kids is nothing. I can beat up their entire class." Another Red Tribe warrior interrupted.

"Don't underestimate your opponents. You've been in the reserve team for so long, haven't you learned that yet?" Kag said with a serious face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed his younger brother among the group of elementary school students.

Moving his perspective to the side, he saw a familiar face...

"That kid... is actually in the same class with my brother?!"

After recognizing the child's identity, Kag subconsciously reached out and touched his buttocks.

The little rascal who slapped his buttocks when they first met...

Kag: "Oh no! My brother is in danger!!"

“There’s no need to be so nervous when facing elementary school students, right?” Beside Kag, the strong Red Tribe warrior crossed his arms and looked down at the little sprouts in front of him.

……

the other side.

Seven entered the arena and told the elementary school students the rules of today's test directly: "You are lucky today, you will play against the elites of the reserve team!"

The primary school students were as wilted as eggplants hit by frost: "Oh~~"