The picked wolf cub teases me every day [Interstellar]

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In front of everyone, Reza seemed to ignore what happened, and calmly filled up the remaining test papers for Ian.

When the bell rang at the end of the exam, Reza walked to the central holographic screen to collect everyone's answer sheets, and smiled at everyone: "The exam is over, I hope to see you again in Night Hunting."

Everyone: "..."

Bellamy opened the door, and Lisa, who had been waiting outside, jumped up excitedly: "It's over, can we go then?"

Bellamy grabbed the little girl who wanted to rush in, and grinned: "What are you thinking? Who told you that the test is only a written test?"

Only then did Lisa realize that even after the assessment was over, none of the people in the meeting room stood up to leave, and all of them sat in their original positions with ugly faces.

"What does this mean? Is there anything else besides the written test?"

Resa raised the corner of his mouth and turned his head to look at Ian: "The next step is actual combat. I can't open the back door for you. Are you sure you want to use it?"

Ian nodded without thinking.

Resa chuckled: "As I estimated, the test will end before dinner tonight, and I will send someone to send you away after that."

Ian's expression moved slightly: "You..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, Ressa turned his head to the night hunters behind: "Half an hour later, gather in the combat training room!"

"Yes, Mr. First Mate."

Only then did everyone go out in twos and threes.

Bellamy leaned over to Resa: "What, can civil servants be exempted from this?"

Resa glanced at Andy, who was sitting on the seat, politely greeting everyone who left, and asked calmly, "Who are you referring to?"

"New colleagues!"

"Even Yasuo is a retired mercenary. If he encounters an enemy attack, who do you expect to protect him?"

Andy heard that the two seemed to be discussing themselves, and gave Bellamy a comforting smile: "It's okay, Mr. Captain, I can participate."

"Very good." Reza nodded approvingly: "In three or ten minutes, you and Ian will be on the same team."

"What?!" Bellamy looked at Reza in surprise, "Ian? A Losaker? Are you trying to kill him?"

Losarks?

Andy turned his head to look at the small figure beside him in a little surprise, and smiled politely when he saw that Ian also turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't know before, wait a minute, please give me more advice."

As he spoke, Andy stretched out his hand to Ian. After thinking for a while, Ian realized that the other party was probably greeting him, so he also extended his hand and shook his hand.

Bellamy looked in surprise at the two people who got along well, and Reza's voice reminded her: "What's the problem?"

Bellamy still wanted to say something, but Lesa asked him to go outside.

"I'll arrange the spaceship that will send you off later, and talk to Bellamy about something, you go first."

Only Ian and Andy were left in the huge conference room. Andy watched the two disappear outside the door with gray blue eyes, and smiled at Ian: "Shall we go to the combat room together? I don't know the way yet. "

Ian looked up at the other party, his gray-brown hair was slightly curly, and he always had a modest smile on his face. Everyone felt that he was kind, but he did seem a bit out of place among the pirates who hunted at night.

Half an hour later, Reza opened the door of the martial arts room, stood on the second floor stand and looked down at the people standing below.

"The assignment of personnel has been sent to you in advance. Two-by-two teams are 1v1. No weapons are allowed, no water is allowed. You have only one goal, knock down the person in front of you. Is there anything you don't understand?"

There was silence below.

"Very good." Resa nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you are very clear about the consequences of not being able to explain clearly. I am very pleased. Now, let's start!"

As soon as Ressa finished speaking, the originally empty fighting room was instantly divided into small spaces for two people. The pirates who hadn't exercised for a long time howled wildly and punched their partners who had been together day and night.

The muffled sound of physical collision filled the room.

A heavy punch hit the eye socket.

"I'm sorry buddy, it's not waterproof."

Immediately afterwards, he was hit in the head by a turning kick from the opponent.

"Forgive you, at worst, the medical room will reserve an extra bed for you."

"Bah! You can't do without you if you want to lie down!"

The fighting was progressing in a friendly and peaceful (not) atmosphere. Reza supported his head with one hand and looked at the crowd without care to see if there was any laziness in the crowd. His gaze fell straight on a corner of the fighting room.

The dexterous figure quickly dodged the opponent's roundabout kick, used the wall to circle behind the opponent, and attacked the opponent's lower body with a sweeping leg.

The gray-haired man saw through the opponent's thoughts in an instant, turned around and dodged, and followed closely behind with his fist.

The two of them almost didn't go up and down first, and they didn't give each other a chance whether it was attacking or defending.

Lesa glanced at it from the corner of the eye, and saw the outside of the combat room, and looked at Lisa inside in amazement through the window.

"Is everything arranged for you?"

Bellamy just stared at Andy without blinking: "It's already been arranged! Do you need to remind me?"

Reza turned Bellamy's head to the side in disgust: "Hala is about to flow out!"

Bellamy clicked his tongue and took Resa's hand away: "I really didn't expect Andy to look so gentle. I didn't expect that his physical skills are so good! Damn!"

He patted Resa's shoulder as he spoke: "I officially inform you that your status in my heart has plummeted. It is still time to do something to restore it."

"Heh!" Resa smiled coldly: "Even if I am ranked last, I am better than that gray curly hair."

"Remind me, you're also the curly head."

Under Reza's murderous eyes, Bellamy made a gesture of surrender and closed his mouth, and then admired Andy's fighting posture.

The time for the martial arts assessment is one hour, but usually it doesn’t take that long. The stronger side can directly rub the other side on the ground, or two people with equal strength can throw their fists and legs after a long fight. The speed will also decrease significantly.

With more than ten minutes left before the end, most of the people on the field had already decided the outcome, and Andy and Ian were still at a stalemate.

At this time, both sides maintained a posture of attacking, testing each other's attack.

The eyes of both parties were tightly locked on each other. At this time, Andy took the lead in punching, and Ian immediately lowered his body and went straight towards the opponent's soft abdomen.

Andy groaned in pain and took half a step back. Ian took advantage of the victory to pursue and punched the opponent in the face.

"Andy!"

Bellamy in the stands couldn't sit still, screamed, and hurried downstairs to check on Andy's injuries.

The translucent glass that served as the compartment had disappeared. When Bellamy arrived, Andy was sitting on the ground dressed roughly, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and smiled regretfully at Bellamy: "Sorry, I still lost."

"Congratulations, you are amazing!"

Ian stood straight one meter away from Andy, and his injuries were no better than Andy's.

Reza walked over and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Ian's mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

The man's voice was deep and gentle, and his thumb carried a nostalgic temperature.

The sound of the end of the exam sounded behind him, and everyone's scores began to be counted on the holographic screen.

"Congratulations, [-] points."

"But the score on the screen hasn't come out yet."

"As I said, you are [-] percent."