My name is Nuolan, I am 20 years old.

Lives in Room 206, Building 3, Naval Dormitory, East District, Marine Fando, unmarried.

I am currently serving in the elite training camp of the Navy Headquarters. I have to train until early in the morning every day before going back to the dormitory to rest for a while.

I don't smoke, and I only have a taste of wine.

I rarely sleep, I only occasionally lie in bed for a few minutes and think about things.

For a 100-kilometer long-distance run, do 2,000 push-ups, 2,000 sit-ups, and 2,000 squats.

This is my warm-up before formal training.

Every night at twelve o'clock, I will take a hot shower and practice swordsmanship until dawn.

Never waste any time.

The nurses at the medical department all said I was normal.

…

"This is too abnormal for you."

Holding a beer in his hand, Roy looked at Nolan beside him and complained with a strange expression.

"Even if you are thinking about your own body, you wouldn't work to this extent, right?"

During this year, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Nolan deliberately concealed his trait of not needing sleep.

Not only did they miss the training time with the surrounding students, but they also often chose to practice on the beach where there were no people around.

The cautious approach made it so that after a year, even Roy, who had a relatively close relationship, felt that he was always practicing extra and working extra hard.

Didn't notice anything strange.

"You can only stay in such a good environment in the training camp for one year, so of course you have to cherish it."

Putting on the navy uniform that had been placed on the shore in advance, Nuolan replied casually.

"well."

Hearing this, Roy couldn't help but sigh.

"When you put it like that, time does fly by so fast."

"In the blink of an eye, there is only the last special training left before graduation."

Faced with the sighs of her companions, Nuolan did not reply.

For him, this year was definitely fulfilling and extremely valuable.

In terms of strength, I don't know how many levels I have improved now compared to when I first came to Malinfando.

In terms of state of mind, my mood has also become more stable, and I am more able to integrate into the world.

Although time has passed, there are no regrets.

"Let's go."

Reaching out to take the wine bottle from Roy's hand, Nolan patted him on the shoulder.

"Have a good drink tonight and wait until tomorrow to talk about everything."

After the transformation of the weirdo cells, Nuo Lan, who has extremely strong physical strength, can certainly train like a robot 24 hours a day.

But he is not stupid. Such a high-intensity training mode would be difficult if it were not accompanied by some leisure and entertainment.

I'm afraid not even a year, but just a few months, would be enough to put his spirit into a state of extreme exhaustion.

Only by taking appropriate rest and combining work and rest can you achieve the best training results.

It's just that the level of technological development in the pirate world is not very high, and the only black technologies are in the military field.

Entertainment options are extremely scarce.

As the headquarters of the Navy, Marine Fando has very strict control over all aspects.

Things like gambling and flesh-trading are simply not possible here.

Nuolan could only soothe her spirit and relax her mind in a few bars in the residential area of ​​​​the headquarters.

In the evening, the sky is dark.

The gentle sea breeze brushed my cheeks with warm moisture, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore could be heard in my ears.

Take a sip of beer.

The rich aroma of wheat mixed with a touch of bitterness lingers on the tip of the tongue.

The cool and exciting wine flows down the throat and penetrates the heart and spleen.

Nolan narrowed her eyes in contentment.

If nothing else, at least in terms of wine, the taste here is obviously much better than in the previous life.

Unfortunately, I don't know the reason.

Even though it has been strengthened by weirdo cells, my body's alcohol capacity is only average.

Just try it lightly, it's not a big deal if you have a few drinks occasionally.

I really want him to be like Whitebeard and Kaido, who drink wine from barrel to barrel and drink wine as water.

Then he can't stand it.

In fact, compared to the various alcoholic beverages in the Pirate World.

Nolan still prefers One Punch World’s carbonated drinks.

Who can not love Fat House Happy Water?

Suddenly, something seemed to come to mind.

He glanced at Roy beside him and slowly asked:

"Speaking of which, what are your plans for the future?"

Their one-year elite training camp career has come to an end.

After the last special field training mission, the trainees will leave the headquarters and be assigned to serve in various local departments of the Navy based on their achievements during the year.

And top students like Nolan and Roy have a certain degree of choice regarding their positions and locations in the next few years.

Nuo Lan himself is not too worried, after all, he has won the first place in all the month-end assessments this year.

Usually my grades are almost full.

In addition, a naval legend like Arisawa was taking care of him from behind.

No matter what, you can get a good position.

But Roy is different.

A chance encounter a year ago allowed Nolan to learn that the other party was actually the grandson of Lieutenant General He, the "big staff officer" of the Navy.

According to Lieutenant General He, it seems that he plans to transfer Roy directly to the staff headquarters after he graduates.

But during this time, Roy and himself also had communication.

He didn't seem to like the arrangement at home very much, but had other ideas.

"Um……"

Roy seemed a little hesitant in response to Nolan's inquiry.

It's like he doesn't even know where to go.

Nuolan opened her mouth, and finally swallowed back the words of persuasion that had come to her lips.

Sure enough, such a major decision that may affect life should still be made by the other party.

If you don't understand the specific situation, speaking randomly may only cause negative effects.

Raising her hand to touch her nose, Nolan planned to make a casual joke to get rid of the slightly embarrassing topic at hand.

A gentle and magnetic male voice came from the road ahead.

"It's so late, where are you going?"

Vergo was wearing a robe, with his hands behind his back, and the dark sunglasses on the bridge of his nose reflected the dim twilight.

With a kind smile on his carefully groomed face, he asked.

He didn't expect to meet each other at such a time, but Nuolan reacted quickly.

He flashed the wine bottle in his hand and replied with a smile:

"I'm going to have a drink with Roy at the Anchor Tavern. Mr. Virgo, do you want to come with us?"

"Haha, you go ahead, I won't get involved." Vergo smiled, "Remember not to drink too much, as it will affect your field mission in a few days."

"Don't worry, Mr. Vergo."

Roy responded from the side.
To be continued...