Why is this guy still running?

Brandon was stunned and subconsciously looked at the small notebook in his hand and found that the number of circles accumulated on it had reached a quite terrifying number.

188 circles.

It exceeds the average level of recruits of the same class, more than three or four times.

Is this an individual?

After racking his brains to recall for a moment, Brandon remembered that it seemed that since the Elite Camp was launched, only three people had higher scores than this number in the first year's endurance assessment.

But what kind of monsters are those three?

Sakaski.

Kuzan.

Porusalino.

So far, Mr. Zefa has trained three of the most outstanding disciples, the natural devil fruit ability, who were awarded the rank of major general as soon as he graduated, and now he is all serving as the important position of lieutenant general in the department.

It is almost a foregone conclusion to become a general in the future.

Does this kid Nuoxia actually have this potential?

"Wait a minute, the previous bad premonition should be here..."

Brandon's left hand holding orange juice suddenly froze, his expression becoming a little subtle, "I won't be able to catch up with dinner because of this kid, right?"

...

The facts proved quickly.

Mr. Brandon, the unlucky guy who has always been unlucky, had an unexpectedly effective feeling this time.

More than an hour passed and it was completely dark. Almost all the recruits had left the training ground and went for dinner.

Only Nuoxia was still alone, running wildly on the runway happily.

There is no sign of slowing down at all.

“240 laps…”

Brandon was half hungry on the bench, like a wilted seal on the shore, muttering weakly as he looked at the scoreboard, "What a joke, it has surpassed the records of Porusalino and Kuzan..."

Only Sakaski's 250 laps record has not been broken yet.

But judging from this kid's momentum, it will be a matter of time before he goes beyond it.

...Forget it, let's wait a little longer.

Perhaps this kid's endurance is indeed so perverted, but as long as he is a human, he will have to eat after all, right?

From noon to now, can you stick with it, can your stomach be able to do it?

Brandon felt that at most another hour, Nosha would be unable to bear the hunger and would take the initiative to stop and end the assessment.

He thought this speculation was reasonable.

Until half an hour later, he saw a blue-haired girl hurried to the training ground and handed over a bunch of bentoes to the kid. Then he saw that guy happily ate the bento all the way and continued to run...

This moment.

The anger and grievance accumulated in Brandon's heart finally erupted like a volcano.

"It's almost time to stop, bastard!"

When Nosha ran past him again, he couldn't help but tremble and roared:

"It's been 270 laps, you are already the first! You are the first in the same class! You have no room for improvement. Do you understand? When do you want me to accompany you?"

“Eh?”

Nosha turned her head and looked at him strangely, still chewing the beef balls made by Xiya, "Are you hungry? Then you can go to eat, I'll just run here alone."

"That's what it's like!"

Brandon glared: "I'm not the kind of person who leaves his post without permission. As an instructor, you must be responsible for the authenticity of your assessment results!"

What a cute and stubborn person.

Nosha was moved by this spirit, so she stopped persuading each other, gave Brandon a thumbs up, turned her head to continue running.

In the eyes of others, endurance assessment may be boring and hard, but in his opinion, this is the only project that is quite fun and challenging in this daily assessment.

However, I feel a little tired even though I have run to this point...

So after filling his stomach, Nuoxia thought about it and chose to temporarily lower the threshold of the gravity-bearing field that had been on since the beginning to 6 times.

After the threshold was lowered, he suddenly felt much more relaxed, his spirit returned to his peak state, he grinned and continued to run tirelessly.

And the poor instructor Brandon obviously did not notice this.

He was looking at Xiya's figure at the moment, touching his beard thoughtfully - Well, although he didn't have time to go to the restaurant, he could learn from this kid and send him here...

Why didn't I expect it before?

"In this way, I'm not afraid of spending more time with you..."

Brandon hummed proudly, took out his miniature phone bug from his crotch and dialed the number of Instructor Vivian.

“Delivery?”

On the other end of the microphone, Vivian's voice was a little surprised at first, and then he sneered, "What dream are you doing? Brandon! I'm off work and I still have to take care of my daughter at home. How can I go to the training ground to deliver food to you?"

It happened that the little girl's cry came from beside her, as if she had hit something.

Brandon knew that it was the voice of Vivian, who had just been picked up from his hometown in Donghai, and his daughter, who was less than two years old.

"I know you want to take care of your daughter, but you can't..."

His stomach started to growl again, and he felt anxious. Before he could finish speaking, the phone had already snapped and was hung up by Wurong.

"I won't help you when you die..."

…………

the next day.

When the recruits from the elite battalion came to the training ground early again, they were surprised to find that Nosha was still running on the track, while instructor pale faces lying on the lawn in the middle.

He described it as dry, looking at the sky with a dull and unconscious eyes, and could not feel any breath of life on his body, like a dead person.

Only every time Nuoxia ran past him will his right hand mechanically lift it up, and the wooden sign on the scoreboard was difficult to turn back the page, and then hang down weakly...

…………

"You are too immoral, Brother Nosha."

At noon that day, when the training ended, when we went to the restaurant for dinner together, Rosinandi couldn't help but blame Noxah, "It's really true that instructor Brandon, you have been a scoring board on the playground for a day and a night. Now I'm getting better, I'm just unconscious and sent to the infirmary for some drip."

"I advised him, it doesn't work."

Nuoxia scratched her head, "I thought he could really stand it, but who knew he was stubborn, but this time it was indeed my fault. After dinner, I would go to the infirmary to visit him."

"Then you have to go." Rosinandi suddenly became a little curious again, "By the way, how many laps did you run in the end?"

"I haven't finished running, the gathering time is up, so I can't stop calling me, right?"

When he mentioned this, Nuoxia felt a little unhappy. It was really a disappointing thing to fail to test his physical strength limit. "In the end, it seemed like he stopped at 450 laps, but it was still a little bit. I forgot about the specific ones, but it wasn't a lot anyway."

More than four hundred rounds?

Not many yet?

Rosinandi and Xiliu took a breath at the same time.

They looked at each other, then looked at Nuoxia with anger, and spat at the same time, then accelerated their speed and left Nuoxia far behind.

"Hey, what do you mean? Wait for me!"
Chapter completed!