mandatory military uniform

jingle bell bell -

The sharp preparatory bell rang throughout the campus of the Holletts Military Academy. Because the military academy has always strictly enforced the grading system, many students who stepped on the preparatory bell hurried to the classroom, as if they were in a [-]-meter long-distance race, scrambling towards those few students. A European-style teaching building in the shade of greenery sprints.

"Hey, Yaxiu, why don't you go to melee combat class?"

Gasping for breath, he didn't care to wipe the cold sweat off his head. A man as strong as a bear finally sprinted to the teaching building from Building E, which is the farthest building from the next class, but he was about to enter the teaching building He stopped in his tracks a second before.

Looking in amazement at the gentle boy with his head resting on his hands, as if he hadn't heard the preparatory bell, the boy blinked his eyes that were squeezed by the fat, and asked in surprise.

"Well."

Without even looking at the boy, the boy replied lazily.

"Yeah!? How did this happen, don't you know? The next class is Buffalo Peterson's class! If you are late, Peterson will not only deduct points for conduct, but maybe he will be called out to fight alone Demonstration!"

Instructor Peterson, who teaches close combat classes, is the "devil instructor" who makes the whole school fearful. Not only is he hot-tempered and difficult to get along with, but he is also famously harsh on the students.Even if you dare to be late for the dean's class, you dare not delay in Peterson's class. This is the unwritten rule of the Hollett Military Academy.

Looking at Feng Yaxiu, who was lying on the grass and completely unrepentant, the boy continued, "Besides, today's fighting class will be held with the seniors. When the time comes, Peterson It would be miserable to catch them out for a fighting demonstration, and to embarrass them in front of the seniors!"

Starting from the second half of the school year, this kind of close combat class has the opportunity to train with senior seniors at the same time every semester.Whether it's the fear of embarrassing self-esteem in front of people who are older than themselves, or the inexplicable admiration for the seniors, this group of first-year students is afraid that they will be caught by Buffalo Peterson as a role model.

"Oh, I'm going to be late soon, I'm leaving first, and you come quickly."

Seeing that the boy on the lawn remained indifferent, and then glanced at the time on the watch, the boy immediately changed his face and said in a panic.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the boy on the lawn with a gentle face that seemed to be shining, and the boy left in a hurry.

This young man named Feng Yaxiu entered the Holletts Military Academy shortly after the start of school.This not only opened up an unprecedented transfer precedent at Holletts Military Academy, but also made this rumored genius with an IQ of 182 become the focus of discussion among all first-year students.

Perhaps at the beginning, some people were dissatisfied with this "genius" who transferred to another school midway, and were skeptical of his rumored high IQ. San's achievement not only successfully stopped those criticizing speeches, but also made the halo of "genius" on his head more prosperous, and also made the students of the same class have a look in their eyes when they talked about his name. Worship.

however--

Genius...

Turning his head slowly, watching the boy who reminded him that he was going to be late just now walked into the elevator, Feng Yaxiu on the lawn narrowed his eyes.

The person just now seemed to be his classmate, and he had a vague impression in his memory.However, he couldn't figure out the exact name of the boy.

These people, to him, are all dispensable existences.He would not be grateful to the other party just because the other party reminded him that he was about to start class, and he would not pay him a little attention just because he stopped in his tracks just now.All in all, these people are all dispensable and not worthy of arousing his interest at all.

Ding--

As if he never heard the class bell ringing again, Yaxiu lay down on the lawn for a long time before patting the dirt on his body, and slowly stood up from the grass.

With light brown eyes, he glanced casually at the teaching building standing in the sky in front of him, and Yaxiu walked in.

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"Close-to-hand combat is a skill as well as an art."

"Those who regard melee combat as a brutal fight, and those who regard the melee combat champion as a gladiator in the ancient earth era with only vulgar and brute force, will sooner or later pay the price for their ignorance!"

"Because the real victory never depends on the body, but depends on here, on the brain that grows on your neck!"

Staring at the two rows of students in white combat uniforms listening to his lecture, Instructor Peterson was in the middle of his lecture when the door of the lecture room was pushed open.

"Sorry, instructor, I'm late." A voice rang out.

Immediately, more than 60 pairs of eyes in the combat room looked at the boy who was clearly late at the door and interrupted the instructor's lecture in a big way. On the faces of the first-year students, there was still an expression of worry for the late Feng Yaxiu.

"..."

Turning his head with extreme displeasure, Instructor Peterson's eagle-like sharp and deep green eyes scrutinized the young man in a white combat suit at the door of the fighting room.

"Subjects and classes."

"Fighter Division, first grade, class A."

"Name."

"Feng Yaxiu."

Feng Yaxiu...

Hearing this very familiar name, Instructor Peterson's green eyes coldly looked up and down Feng Yaxiu who stood there and followed him.

Where had he heard this name?

Oh.correct.

"Boy, are you the rumored first-year genius?"

Looking sharply at Feng Yaxiu who dared to be late for his subject, the word "genius" in the mouth of instructor Peterson was mocking.

He had heard the name Feng Yaxiu no less than dozens of times among the instructors who also taught the first grade, and every time the name appeared, it was accompanied by endless praise.

Although it is not good to express dislike to the students that the instructors of the same level are talking about, but Instructor Peterson is actually very disdainful of this "genius" that everyone calls "genius".

What is a genius! ?In Peterson's view, he was just a brat who was better at playing tricks than his peers, and used more slick methods to take advantage of opportunities!In his eyes, there are only powerful people one after another created because of continuous hard work in private, and there is no such thing as a genius who sits back and enjoys it!

"In this case, I also know the reason why you are late."

Looking at Feng Yaxiu, who was not pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked, Instructor Peterson said.

"Since you are a genius, then," raised his jaw, Peterson nodded towards one of the second-year students, "Ling En, come out! You, come and demonstrate fighting with this genius, let us see, The talent of this genius."