"Hank!" This time the voice came to his side. The voice made the owner knock on his table.
Why couldn't I see her knocking on my table...Am I asleep? Hank gradually regained some consciousness and opened his eyes.
He is in the classroom, giving lessons now.
Razer stood beside his desk with a helpless look on his face.
"...Sorry, I will reflect on it." Hank bowed his head to Razer and admitted his mistake. He found a tissue and seemed to have drooled when he fell asleep.
"You'd better reflect on it." Razer sighed. "Did you go out to train again last night?"
"...I can't sleep very well." Hank's eyes tilted a little, but Razer didn't expose this obvious lie.
The taciturn girl Vaifan quietly thought about how to resolve this matter.
There is no sound in the classroom - because there is only one person taking this course, and there is only one teacher teaching it.
Hank wiped his mouth and started copying her writing on the blackboard.
But he felt like he couldn't see clearly. Seeing his anxious look, Razer was speechless.
You have your glasses at hand, don’t you know how to put them on?
Razer simply showed his lesson plan to Hank and pointed to the content written on the blackboard. Hank thanked him and continued copying, as if he didn't see his own glasses on the side of the table.
What should I say... Razer thought silently as she looked at her most troubled student recently.
Coincidentally, she was present at almost all the training sessions that Hank went through. She, Franka, and Iron Arm were responsible for leading the seventh team, so she was present at every physical training session.
As for elective courses - she served as the lecturer for all of Hank's elective courses. At the same time, she was also responsible for Hank's courses.
This black goat is not a good student in terms of character - this is the consensus of all the lecturers who have met Hank.
Sleeping in class is a common drama for Hank, and the core attraction is that he sometimes talks in his sleep - the kind that the teacher can hear.
But there is nothing the lecturers and operators can do about it - although most of the lecturers can defeat one or two big men with their fighting skills, we are all cultural people, right?
So we use the solution method of educated people - asking questions. If you can't answer, don't blame me for being ruthless.
But Hank never got the answer wrong.
He seems to have an innate talent for learning - he can see ten lines at a glance, has a photographic memory, and has a bright mind - even if he sometimes forgets to wear his glasses.
And Hank would apologize seriously every time he fell asleep, and it didn't look like he was deliberately trying to cause trouble.
Since he can understand it, other teachers will ignore him.
But Razer is very confused about this type of phenomenon.
His sleeping habits are very good - every time he is about to fall asleep, he will unconsciously take off his glasses and put them aside, and never let his eyes press on his face.
However, this action made Razer wonder how many times he had hit his face.
Combined with Hank's skillful operation in the experimental class, strong programming and quick calculation ability, he seems to be very accustomed to the craft of manufacturing equipment...
Razer wondered if the black goat boy had often fallen asleep due to exhaustion in places like laboratories, so he acted like this.
After Hank finished copying his notes, he finally found his glasses. Razer took the lesson plan away and looked at the yawning black goat.
His fatigue does not come from studying... Razer, who is responsible for guiding Hank's reloading training, knows this very well.
His physical training - including regular training, all the contents of heavy operator training, and so on, were doubled.
And it never stops every day.
There is only one reloading class per week, and most people train twice a week. He trains seven days a week, doubling the amount of training.
...Is this something that can be solved by willpower? Looking at Hank's physical condition a month ago, such intensity of training was a kind of torture for him.
Razer didn't expose Hank's lie just now - she opened the door to the dormitory where Hank returned after curfew yesterday.
I train to the point where I’m sweating profusely because I can’t sleep? How is that possible?
Razer did not quickly return to the blackboard. She looked at Hank and asked:
"Why?"
Hank knew exactly what she was asking, but he didn't answer.
a long time.
"Forget it, if you don't want to say it..."
"Well..." Hank looked a little embarrassed.
"I want to be a hero."
His voice was very low, but Razer heard it clearly.
"My family was particularly opposed to me, so I ran out secretly. No police force could use a pseudonym, so I chose Black Steel. But the physical gap between me and other people is really too big, so..."
Hank stopped talking and shrugged awkwardly.
"You saw it too. That's it."
"...Okay." Razer started writing on the blackboard again.
"But at least you have to sleep well at night. The hero won't be woken up by the chalk, you hear me?"