Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

After Qianmu resolutely rejected the friendly communication initiated by Kenji Hagiwara, he passed the crowd staring at him curiously with wide eyes, and moved to the corner alone.

The future undercover Sang-Zhu Fu Jingguang seems to want to come over and talk to him, but his attitude towards everyone is the same, his pale face and indifferent expression are full of rejection, no matter how thick-skinned other people are, suddenly Don't dare to bother me anymore.

"..."

The entire teaching field was eerily silent for about ten seconds, and everyone turned their heads to watch the battle as if nothing had happened, or chatted to themselves, pretending that nothing happened just now.

Kenji Hagiwara tried hard to hold down his fist and then said, "Don't be impulsive, haven't you just finished ten laps? Xiaoqianmu has a character that doesn't like to get close to people at first glance. Now that he has strength, Xiaozheng Just don't mess with others."

"Provoke him? I'm not as naive as you think."

Matsuda Jinping has a head of slightly curly black hair, and obviously has a ostentatious appearance, but when he sneers, his temperament ruins the bonus of appearance: "That guy looks like he doesn't pay attention to others His appearance is more detestable than a pretending policeman, I will definitely beat him up."

"Are you sure it's you beating him and not him beating you? But I think it's not a matter of not taking people seriously, he's a bit like... Ah, by the way, you're unusually sharp this time, neither is you."

"roll roll roll."

After talking here, the group on the other side is also discussing.

"Zero, do you think Yuansang's appearance is a bit familiar?"

"what?"

Jiang Gu Zero is not in the state.

He really wanted to compete with Yuanqianmu, and he was even more motivated after Yi Dahang was easily defeated... But the other party has already hid and rested, and if he insisted on inviting a fight at this time, he always felt uneasy... So to go or not to go or to go?

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw his absence, and helped him make a decision: "Don't go, let him have a good rest, he is probably not feeling well now."

Jiang Gu Ling followed Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, and the red-haired young man stood with his back turned, as if he was concentrating on admiring the wall at the edge of the venue, his arms were hanging by his sides, and his palms were mostly covered by the cuffs of his wide uniform. But the fingertips that can be vaguely seen are twitching slightly.

According to visual inspection, it is convulsions caused by muscle spasms after strenuous exercise. It is not a big problem and can be relieved with a little treatment.

"Where are you familiar? We haven't seen anyone with a similar appearance before... Uh? Jing, I was stared at just now?"

Jiang Guling was stunned, he just looked at Yuan Qianmu's back for a while, the other party suddenly turned his head as if he had eyes behind his back, found him, stared at him, then moved his position on the spot, changed to In order to appreciate the wall in another direction.

"I shouldn't have messed with him." Jiang Gu Ling was still young and energetic at this time, and his heart was inevitably angry, "It seems that it is not an illusion, I felt that he was targeting me the other day, and he swept you all down. Hit me but aim at the head."

On the day when they lay in the infirmary collectively, Jiang Gu Ling and Matsuda Zhen spent half an hour longer than the others in laying their bodies flat. When they woke up from the dizziness, they found that the back of their necks were bruised, and it took two days of pain. good.

At that time, he felt that Yuan Qianmu hated him a little bit, but he couldn't find the reason. The two clearly met at the police academy. Where did the revengeful behavior come from?

"Huh? Strange, shouldn't it be sympathy? Could it be that similarity leads to mutual repulsion?" Zhu Fu Jingguang whispered with unclear meaning.

"Hey Jing, who do you think is similar to whom? I don't look like that inexplicable guy at all."

"When you were young, you loved fighting the most. Isn't it similar to him, with thorns all over your body, fierce..."

"It's completely different!"

Naogui Nao, but no matter whether it is Jiang Gu Ling or Matsuda Jinping, in the next half a month or so, there is no chance to face Yuan Qianmu who is not used to it, and other people who pay attention to Yuan Qianmu for one or another Over there, it's the same situation.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qian Mu, including his behavior, is too weird.

He is always jumping back and forth between "positive and excellent future lights of the police world" and "trainers focus on lazy and clever people".

As long as it is a quality general education course that requires the use of the brain to understand and memorize, his performance is amazing. He can do whatever he teaches. Among all the students, only Jiang Guling can match him. The top two are always taken by them, most of the time. Tied for first place.

Regarding the logic application of law and psychology, he is even more outstanding, especially the analysis of criminal psychology, which seems to be a trick. This time, even Jiang Guling couldn't catch up.

As for professional practical courses such as investigative science and criminal technology, he has also learned well, and his shooting level is stable at 98 rounds of ten rounds. However, in the field of investigation and analysis that requires detailed understanding of the scene, he is not a second When analyzing the mental journey of criminals, they are so perverted, and sometimes they even play inexplicably unstable.

Then, it was time for the gymnastics class that everyone couldn't escape.

In addition to judo, police school students also need to learn arresting skills and grappling. Physical training is a daily necessity. The amount of training gradually increases according to time and training results. It is an extreme test of willpower and perseverance. This is also difficult for ordinary people to pass the police school examination. reason.

Qian Mu is one of the thorns that makes the instructors have the most headaches and vomits blood in the gymnastics study, not one of them.

In a fighting confrontation that requires body collision, he will never let his opponent touch him unless it is a last resort. The speed of dodging and evasion is simply unmatched, and the way to end the battle is usually a one-shot kill——

"Judo, you sweep down with one foot, and you also kick people with your feet in capture and fighting? I tolerate it, but in the arrest technique, you directly blow the person and the teaching aids away?! I tolerate... endure a hammer! Yuan Qian Mu! Did you do it on purpose, you bastard?!"

"Report to the instructor, no. It's just because the teaching aids are dangerous."

"How many times have I told you that I can't kill you! What the hell...who allowed you to run away to rest after falling?"

"Reporting to the instructor, I will deeply implement your teachings, and only use every ounce of energy where it is necessary, and never waste it."

"……roll!"

"Yes."

Qianmu refused to change after repeated admonitions, and everyone in the class was hit by him, dizzy and backache, and no one was spared. Over time, they almost suffered from PTSD collectively.

Instructor Onizuka sadly swallowed several boxes of stomach medicine, and then sadly found that he had taken the stomach medicine too early.

The increasingly burdensome physical training exposed Qian Mu's biggest problem.

At first, the most basic daily training was not stressful, and Qian Mu could keep up with it, except for jogging and back and forth running.The half-day gymnastics sparring is even more trivial. He can easily find 365 ways to be lazy.

Later, the amount of daily physical training doubled, tripled, doubled and tripled again.

Qian Mu: "..."

Looking at the schedule sent to him, Qian Mu was sitting by the bed in the dormitory, still unable to find any unnecessary expression changes on his face, the crimson pupils seemed to be surrounded by darkness.

At this moment, what he was thinking in his heart was:

——There is no need to wait for the successful development of the drug to cure the terminal illness, and the protagonist group does not need to go undercover according to the script to overturn the winery.

As a BOSS, he is about to die suddenly in the enemy's base camp.

……

On a windless day, the scorching sun slanted down.

The sultry heat wave is like a big net, covering the heat wave in the afternoon, the high heat outside and the low pressure inside, like a big steamer formed naturally.

The sweat oozing from Qianmu's forehead was already cold, and he persisted stubbornly for a long while, before brushing against his ear and rolling down, disappearing in the shadow under his jaw.

The legs were raised and lowered at a constant speed, as if they were driven by gears and springs, and the body that had become numb was no longer his own.

Compared with the initial speed, his speed at this time has slowed down by an unknown frequency, and he fell to the end of the team halfway, and now the queue running ahead has long since disappeared.

Qian Mu calmly measured his heart rate. It was too fast, but it was still within the controllable range. The physical exertion was roughly calculated. The amount of exercise has already exceeded the limit of the body, but the will can last for a while.His lungs are quite uncomfortable now, like air sacs that have been squeezed out of all the air. Although it will be painful, it's fine if he can't die.

His logic is still clear.

It has only been more than half a month since entering school, and the subsequent training will only become more and more arduous. It is impossible for him to find a way to avoid it every time, so he can only try his best to get used to it, and forcefully improve in the torment of suffocation. own physical fitness.

Today's high-intensity training runs from early morning to evening, with only a lunch break in the middle, and the relaxation time between training sessions is negligible.

The whole class of 19 people completed the final long-distance run, and even those who were recognized as having astonishing physical strength better than orangutans were so tired that they got down on the ground and pulled each other to stand up.

"Xiao, Xiaozhenping, pull, pull me, I'm dying." Kenji Hagiwara sat paralyzed on the ground, and stretched out his hand to Faxiao who got up by himself.

However, Fa Xiao, who was supposed to be complaining while reaching out his hand, didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were fixed in one direction, and his expression was indescribably strange.

The other students around were also uncharacteristically, instead of yelling and hooking their shoulders and going straight to the rest area, they stood and watched from a distance.

Hagiwara Kenji was taken aback, and also looked over there.

He saw another shadow crumbling around the bend of the runway.

Suddenly, Hagiwara Kenji understood why everyone's expressions were complicated and serious.

Yuan Qianmu can crush their IQ in cultural class, throw them out of the revolving door with his big outer knife, and freeze the air with that pale and frightened face. His proud and indifferent attitude is enough to inspire When the public was angry, no one spoke to him more than three sentences normally.

This guy has proved himself to be an arrogant weirdo in his recent study sessions, but now the weirdo has exposed his biggest weakness - physical strength.

In the morning, he was in a state of being unable to resist with the naked eye. The instructor told him to take a break, but he refused to listen. He persisted until now, and the students with the most average level at the time of admission had finished running and were resting, but he was still running.

Already three laps behind the progress of the main force, the others all dispersed, and he was still running.

Involuntarily.

Everyone put down their hands that were picking up the hem of their clothes to wipe their sweat, put down the water glasses that were about to be brought to their mouths, and looked at him silently from the air.

"They all look like they are about to die, but they still have no expression on their faces, and they don't even want to take a big breath... Tsk, what a cool thing to do."

Matsuda Jinpei's low-pitched curses sounded nearby, his tone was full of anger, without the slightest satisfaction of finally being able to completely crush the unaccustomed bastard in one field.

Hagiwara Kenji's lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something, but he didn't want to make a big stride and go straight to the track——

"Xiao Zhenping, what are you going to do?"

"Before that red-haired bastard finds his own death, beat him to the infirmary!"

"Hello?! Quickly, come and stop him!"

The three saviors arrived immediately upon hearing the news, and quickly caught up with the murderous Matsuda Jinpei.

However, they didn't go to hold him back.

"I didn't feel it after the training. It's too easy. I'll jog for three more laps. Jing, let's go first."

"Zero...don't be brave, run slowly, your legs are shaking. The squad leader and Matsuda-kun are also together? Don't stare, he thought of going with you, isn't it a good thing to have a tacit understanding?"

"Hahaha, they are all good guys, let's run!"

Kenji Hagiwara, who was still sitting there, blinked: "..."

He seemed to be revived in an instant, and he also jumped up, leading the others to follow with a big smile.

"Stubborn guys, it's not bad to take the initiative to practice after being exhausted. Little Qianmu—here we come!"