"The physical fitness test is out, which determines recovery and endurance, as well as the body's tough defense. Strength determines explosive power, overall strength, and muscle size. Intelligence has been added, and it is very convenient to learn system knowledge. Now there is only agility."
He focused his attention on the agility column.
Soon, the agility jumped from 0.23 to 0.33.
At the moment when the numbers jump and change.
Garen's whole body suddenly felt light, his eyesight blurred, and his mind was empty, as if a lot of heavy things had been expelled at once.
It was as if I had been wearing a heavy iron suit and suddenly took it off. My whole body felt a lot lighter, as if I could jump very high with just a little effort on my feet.
"The comparison of other data that I originally calculated is that the average of various attributes of normal people should be around 0.3. In the past, my speed could not keep up with other people, and my running speed was also very slow. Now it seems that the speed attributes of normal people are also
It should be on average 0.3. However, it is difficult to judge the multiplier from this data. It would be great if 1 could be used as the average attribute standard for ordinary people."
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Garen saw the various data in his field of vision begin to slowly change.
But after more than ten seconds, all the data above completely changed.
"Sure enough, this power is adjusted based on the information obtained by my brain. Looking at it this way, my strength attribute has reached more than half of that of a normal person. No wonder I can easily break through glass and pass through more than 200 pounds of sandbags."
Galen turned off the lights, opened the window for some air, then took off his clothes and pants and lay down on the bed. His whole body was filled with an ethereal and light feeling. He stopped thinking about anything else and soon fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes in a daze and heard his bedroom door being gently opened. A petite figure walked in quietly.
The figure stood beside the bed and looked at him quietly, it turned out to be Ying'er.
She was wearing a school uniform short skirt, and a faint silver zipper buckle could be seen on the side of her slender waist. The short skirt was just enough to cover her thighs, revealing the black stockings underneath.
"Brother, actually...actually...I..."
Gallon got up in a daze.
"Ying'er? Why did you come to my place so late?" He looked at his sister beside the bed. Under the moonlight, he felt that her sister seemed particularly beautiful and pure tonight. Especially when she unconsciously grabbed her short skirt with both hands and lowered her head.
Head, only the face and neck can be seen covered with a faint pink color.
"Brother... you... please don't get close to other girls... okay?" Ying'er said in a voice like a gnat.
"Are you talking about Effie? We are just friends." Gallon thought of the suspicious look in her eyes when he sent Effie back just now, and immediately understood the meaning in her eyes.
Effie seemed to suspect that he liked her, so she defended her in this way. When she later declined him to send her home, she not only didn't want him to know her home address, but also meant to reject his pursuit.
"I was rejected by a girl just now, but I didn't expect to be confessed by my sister when I came back. Ying'er... Only in your heart can you naively think that your brother is the best and no one can compare with him. Girls may like him.
When I went to him, he looked like he was deeply afraid that his brother would be snatched away. But outsiders didn't think so." Garen smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Is that woman pestering you? It's so abominable...!" Ying'er clenched her fists. "As long as you promise not to talk to that Effie, I will... I won't hit you again!"
The corner of Garen's mouth twitched and he said nothing. He always felt that the words "I won't hit you anymore" felt very inconsistent coming from his sister's mouth...
Ying'er didn't hear the response and immediately lowered her head even lower, thinking that Jia Long wouldn't agree.
"As long as you promise... big deal... big deal... I'll let you..."
She took a step closer, gently grabbed Garen's right hand, and slowly, slowly inserted it under her skirt...
Garen's body was stiff for a moment, and a soft, moist and hot feeling spread from the palm of his right hand to his whole body. In an instant, his blood surged, his whole body was hot, his mouth was dry, and his lower body was as hard as a steel rod and it hurt.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore!
"Ying'er!" He couldn't help himself, and suddenly sat up, holding his other hand around his sister's waist.
Bang!!
it hurts.....
Garen opened his eyes.
"An unknown ceiling..." He looked blankly, stretched out his left hand, and there was some dark red blood under the nail of his index finger. "No... I should say it is a ceiling that is familiar but not used to..."
"It turned out to be a dream...I was wondering how could Ying'er's personality suddenly change so much, and how could she have an attack in the middle of the night?" He looked up at the red-on-black-lattice ceiling, and for a moment he felt so lazy that he didn't even think about it.
I felt a little disappointed in my heart.
It was warm under the quilt, and the cold wind outside kept pouring in through the window. They were two different worlds.
"It seems that I have been influenced by the customs of this world... Marriage within three generations is not a common custom here. Not to mention sisters who are not related by blood at all. Only those who have sexual intercourse are considered normal teenagers."
He slowly opened the quilt and looked at the bedside table on the right. There was a clear scratch on the edge of the cabinet, which was obviously made by hitting it with his fingernail.
Standing up from the bed, Garen pulled off his clothes and put them on one by one. He wore a set of thick cotton underwear under his shirt. Outside he wore standard trousers and a black jacket.
"Mom, what should I do if my clothes are torn?" my sister's voice came from the living room outside the door.
"Take it to Mark's Tailor to mend it later. Your brother's clothes also had a tear yesterday." The voice of his mother, Benilla, came over.
"Hurry up Nila, we have to leave first. The company car has almost arrived." Father urged. "Where is my tie? The red one!"
"In the closet."
"No."
"Then use the black one!"
"Okay, that's enough. Move quickly!"
"Ying'er, please help me pull the zipper at the back, I'm stuck!"
"Okay mom."
Garon opened the bedroom door with a click and stood at the door.
In the living room, his father Aisen was busy tying his tie, and his mother was asking her sister to help put on a waist-length skirt.
"Is Gallon ready? Breakfast is bread and milk, and one egg for each person. If it gets cold, heat it up in the oven. We're leaving first, we don't have enough time." Mother zipped up her clothes, straightened her dress, and held her handbag.
Just rush to the door.
"You guys need to eat quickly and go to class. Let's go first!" Father Aisen also hurriedly followed out the door.
Bang.
The door is closed.
The younger sister took a long breath and looked back at Garen.
"Hurry up and wash up. After breakfast, you have to catch the train. It's almost seven o'clock!"
"Okay." Garen walked towards the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and poured a handful of cold water on his face.
The cold water stimulated the skin and tightened it, and the remaining drowsiness immediately disappeared.
"Today is my competition, you must come and watch it." After Ying'er was fully dressed, she stood at the door of the bathroom and said loudly. "If you dare to peek at the women's swimming competition like last time, I will let you go when you come back.
Do you know why the flowers are so red?" She raised her fist and shook it.
"I know, I know..." Garen nodded helplessly. He has lived for decades, how could he still be manipulated by adolescent desires like a young boy? The dream last night should have been caused by the past.
Long's residual consciousness influence.
Well, definitely.
He looked in the mirror and confirmed again.
The boy reflected in the mirror has black purple hair, dark red eyes, fair and crystal clear skin, and no pimples at all. He also naturally exudes a confident and strong temperament.
"Okay, stop taking pictures, let me do it!"
Ying'er squeezed over from the right, and her face was close to that of Gallon's and she looked in the mirror. She carefully fastened her hairpin, and Ying'er glanced at Gallon's face, her face turned slightly red.
"The face from before is still safe..." she whispered.
"What did you say?" Garen didn't hear clearly.
"It's nothing, hurry up."
Life is still the same as usual, catching the bus, going to class, having lunch, and having a game in the afternoon, so I have a half-day holiday.
Garen followed his classmates to the open-air archery dojo at the end of the academy.
Students from each class stood around and formed small groups. Some even held wooden poles and hung banners with the words "***, cheers" written on them. Some even shouted at the top of their lungs as cheerleaders.
The dojo consists of a red archery target and a shooting rail. You need to shoot the arrow onto the red target from the position of the shooting rail, and the score is calculated based on the number of rings from the bull's eye.
Garen found a place to stand and watch the game from the left, surrounded by some scattered students and teachers who came to watch.
The sun's rays are a bit white and not very warm.
After Jia Long waited for a while, it was Ying'er's turn to play almost three batches later.
She wore a pure white kyudo uniform on the upper body and black culottes on the lower body. It was similar to a black and white Hanfu. She wore a brown glove in one hand and held a brown wooden bow over one meter long in the other hand.
Then slowly, together with the other two contestants, they stood at three shooting positions on the shooting rail. They began to put on a brown leather chest protector to protect half of the chest.
"Now on the field are Ying'er from Grade 1, Grade 6, Ilya from Grade 7, Grade 1, and Davy Jones from Grade 8, Grade 1. Among them, Ying'er from Grade 6 is a capable member of the Archery Department. And Ilya from Grade 7
She also won an award in an archery competition held in the city. Although Davy Jones has just started practicing archery, being able to participate in this competition is a severe test and exercise for her..."
An interpreter teacher held a cylindrical speaker and explained loudly.
"Previously, Elizabeth, a class 7 senior student, shot five 10-ring shots in 40 meters. This result has reached a peak, and it is almost impossible for anyone to surpass it. Now it’s up to Ying'er and Jie, who are from the first grade of senior high school.
Can Suman, a master of archery who is a sophomore in high school, come close to or break this record?"
Jia Long stood far away and saw his younger sister Ying'er looking this way. He quickly smiled and waved his hand.
Ying'er's expression suddenly became calm, and following the sound of preparation, she slowly raised her bow and drew it.