(Tip: The brackets indicate physical attributes when healthy, the average for normal people is 0.6~1.1.)
Skill:
1. Sword Intent, the realm of swordsmanship in the outer universe [Transcendental to Sainthood], because it is rejected by the current universe, only the purest Sword Intent is retained.
Equipment: Universe Bag (unique), Mirror of Time (Blood Refining Epic), Beheading Sword (ordinary), slightly.
After being discharged from the hospital, Fan Luo recovered most of his attributes.
Only intelligence is still flawed.
Lower than before.
In terms of skills, there is still only one [Sword Intent] alone.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the military training officially began.
According to the class assignment, each class has two instructors.
One man and one woman.
After a brief introduction by the instructor, Fan Luo learned that the male instructor's surname was Zhou and the female instructor's surname was Fan, which was the same as his.
Then, the first training item in military training is physical training.
Run three thousand meters around the square.
After running around for a while, a group of people collapsed from exhaustion.
Few of these students exercise regularly.
Instructor Zhou was in charge of the boys. He didn't wait for them to rest enough, and quickly started the second training to follow the instructions.
Whoever is called will sign up and go out.
Then if the instructor asks you to do push-ups, do push-ups. If asked to do squats, do squats. If you disobey the order, you will be punished.
After about an hour, everyone was exhausted and exhausted.
Including Fan Luo.
His current physical fitness is also average.
Then, the third training came, fighting skills!
At first, Fan Luo thought it was military boxing, or some other martial arts routines that could exercise the body. After all, that was what he had learned in military training before.
But as he learned a whole set of fighting techniques, he found that the fighting techniques taught by the instructor seemed... a bit real.
Fan Luo cheered up.
He was really tired of practicing the things on the Internet, which were true and false, half-true and half-false, and lacking in martial arts. He hoped that this martial arts would not disappoint him.
The fighting technique is fierce and fierce, not limited to fists and kicks, and has no emphasis. The fighting technique emphasizes explosion and pursues hurting people. Every move is cruel.
But after practicing for a long time, Fan Luo found that his internal organs were aching. He reviewed the complete set of fighting skills and immediately realized that this set of skills would put a heavy load on the body.
He has not completely recovered from the sequelae of his previous poisoning, and cannot practice this physically demanding fighting technique for a long time.
He stopped immediately.
And made up his mind to limit martial arts practice every day.
If possible, he even plans to suspend martial arts training until his body recovers.
Anyway, as long as you remember it, you can practice it by yourself in the future.
But now it's military training, so you still have to show off.
The day's military training is over.
On the second day, training continued an hour after breakfast.
This project is still the same as yesterday.
This training lasted for a week.
Starting from the second week, the training program added shooting training with real guns and live ammunition.
This kind of live-fire shooting training was canceled decades ago, but now it appears at Jinggong Vocational College.
Fan Luo doesn't know about the girls, but most of the boys are very excited and find it exciting.
Another week, sparring was added to the training program.
Fighting training.
Teams of two must fight for real.
Fan Luo's opponent is Zhong Hui, the tallest person in the class, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall. It is said that he is on the basketball team in high school.
The two were sparring casually at first, but after Instructor Zhou yelled at them, they had no choice but to fight seriously.
The result was beyond the expectations of others in the class. Zhong Hui's fierce punches and kicks were easily dodged by Fan Luo, and Fan Luo's fists could hit Zhong Hui anywhere on his body.
Fan Luo didn't exert much force, otherwise Zhong Hui would have collapsed long ago.
He has fought with bandits countless times and has rich experience against the enemy. Not to mention Zhong Hui, a rookie, even if the instructor personally takes action, he cannot get an advantage from him.
His weakness is his body, not his fighting experience.
Instructor Zhou watched the whole process without saying anything.
Just that night, Fan Luo's file appeared in the hands of the instructor, and then Fan Luo's name was recorded in a special file.
The days of military training are extremely sad for some people. It is not an exaggeration to say that the days are like years.
But for Fan Luo and a few others, it was nothing. Instead, they felt that time was passing too fast and those fulfilling days were gone forever.
Three months, fleeting.
The last day.
It was still the school square, with all the students standing in the square. The principal said a few words briefly, and then gave up the microphone to a tall, strong, and very oppressive officer.
The officer took out a list and said:
"Those whose names I read come here."
He pointed to the open space under the stage.
"Fan Luo."
The first name the officer called was Fan Luo.
Fan Luo walked out in confusion and stood in the open space, with the eyes of the whole school focused on him.
"Maulun."
"Huang Hongbin."
"Liu Qingqing."
"Tian Fu."
"Jie Zhou."
"Zeng Shuai."
"Tan Chuyi."
"Qiu Wenzong."
"Mo Jiaxin."
"Lin Bing."
As the second and third names were read one after another, more than forty people gradually gathered in the open space.
When the officer puts down the list.
There were forty-three people in the clearing.
"The forty-three people whose names were called will stay, and the rest can go to dinner. We have two days off tomorrow, and we will officially start classes when we come back. I hope everyone has a good time." The principal announced the disbandment with a smile.
At this time, the officer had already walked to the open space and said firmly:
"follow me."
Forty-three people followed the officer and came to a conference room.
In addition to the officers, there were several armed men with firearms inside.
"Congratulations, you have been selected by the textile factory."
A man in a suit walked up to the high platform and handed a stack of paper to a business-dressed lady with a ponytail.
The other party will send one copy to them.
"This is an employment contract. You can look at the benefits starting from page four."
After waiting for a moment, the man continued:
"Yes, as long as you sign it, you can directly get one million federal dollars, and you can also receive a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan, various subsidies, if you have family or relatives who need to go to school, you don't need to live in a school district, seven first-tier cities
You can enroll directly in any elementary school, junior high school, or high school, and you will be free of accommodation fees and tuition and miscellaneous fees. If you have good grades, you will be given priority in scholarships. Of course, there are up to five places available."
Fan Luo looked at the five-page contract and felt a little headache, and his intelligence was not enough.
"I perform a mission once a month. I want to know what kind of mission it is and is it life-threatening?"
The girl named Mo Jiaxin took the lead in asking questions.