While the students were sizing up Hao Shuai, Hao Shuai was also sizing them up.
After this inspection, I really discovered a strange thing. Among these nine students, there were only yellow and white people, and not a single black person?
Aren't directors afraid of being politically incorrect?
Just when he was complaining about the director's boldness, he noticed a gaze that had been looking at him and followed the gaze.
Yo~
It's our little heroine Amala Namani.
Looking at Amala Namani in tight clothes, Hao Shuai couldn't help but sigh that these Europeans and Americans grow so quickly!
At only fourteen or fifteen years old, the ups and downs on this chest have caught up with other people's adult size.
"It's a pity that it doesn't suit my taste, otherwise it would be good to kidnap it and play with it and cultivate it." Hao Shuai suddenly thought evilly.
"I'll give you five minutes to clean up. I'll wait for you in the training room in five minutes." Jack ordered.
"Let's go, let's go to the training room first."
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The training in the morning starts with physical training. To put it bluntly, it is all kinds of running-running-running training.
The veteran students originally came to see Hao Shuai's thin skin and tender flesh. They expected him to be a pampered young man and wanted to use this to teach Hao Shuai how to behave.
Unexpectedly, after training, looking at Hao Shuai who was not red in the face and out of breath, and looking at them lying down almost exhausted, they immediately gave up their desire to find fault with their physical fitness.
Jack on the side looked at the veteran student who was running away from him in a state of ecstasy and cursed inwardly. He had seen this perverted physical test with his own eyes yesterday.
After physical training, some people came to the firearms shooting training range.
Regarding the question of why mecha pilots should learn to shoot firearms, Hao Shuai has always wondered: What's the use of learning this? I haven't seen any mechas equipped with firearms? Aren't they all missiles!?
Is it so that when the mecha is damaged, the pilot can continue fighting the Kaiju beast with a submachine gun?
Although he couldn't figure out the usefulness of this training, it didn't affect Hao Shuai at all in pretending to be B in front of Jack and the students. No, it was to show his excellence.
Especially when Hao Shuai used his miraculous gun-slinging technique, the arc-shaped shooting trajectory shocked everyone on the spot, and impressed Jack and most of the students. (Look, I said learn to throw.
Is gun skill very useful? Pretending to be B is very useful!)
Only two or three die-hards, led by Vico, firmly believe that mecha pilots are judged based on their driving skills, not their skill with firearms.
Hao Shuai didn't know anything about Vico's thoughts. Even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart. After all, he had nothing to argue with these young people. The two sides were not on the same level at all.
After two rounds of practical classes, it was already lunch time.
After having lunch in the cafeteria, the students came to a classroom, where everyone had theoretical classes. The courses mainly covered knowledge about mechas, the evolutionary history of monsters, the weaknesses of monsters, the habits of monsters, etc.
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If you want to become a qualified mecha pilot, it is not enough to be able to drive a mecha. You must also know all the working principles of the mecha equipment and be familiar with every detail, because sometimes it is necessary to make repairs on the battlefield and temporarily change operations.
Plan, this is not only related to the driver's life.
In class, the most often used example is the entire process of Raleigh Beckett closing the wormhole.
At that time, the "Dangerous Wanderer" encountered a system crash and fell into the other side of the wormhole, sinking into the hellish space called the "Anteverse" planet.
At the critical moment, Raleigh found the manual drive device and successfully returned to the escape cabin because of his high attention to detail.
Of course, the reason why Raleigh escaped death was not only his understanding of the details, but also his strong will.
Fortunately, with Hao Shuai's brain developed by NZT-50, it is difficult to be a top scientist. Simply learning knowledge is quite good.
After the two-hour lively but boring theoretical class, the following class was about one-on-one combat skills.
One-on-one fighting skills require students to master fighting skills themselves. Only by mastering superb fighting skills can they defeat monsters and save mankind.
Therefore, in the training room, when Hao Shuai, who was holding a stick in his hand, looked at Vico who was about to move across from him, he immediately understood that this fighting girl wanted to take advantage of this class to spar with him!
Even the others looked eager to give it a try.
Seeing this, Hao Shuai felt a little tired!
I originally wanted to communicate with them as an ordinary person and learn from them.
Now it seems that this B can’t do anything without pretending!
At this time, Hao Shuai could only have a showdown with them: I don't pretend anymore, in fact I am a martial arts master!
In order to make these nine students believe in him, Hao Shuai first kindly invited Jack and the fighting coach out, saying that he had some personal issues to discuss with the students, then closed the door to the training room and walked in with a smile.
Nine students!
By the time the door opened, it was already five minutes later!
When Hao Shuai walked out alone, Jack and the fighting coach walked up quickly and asked, "What were you doing in there just now?"
I have to say that the sound insulation effect of this training room is very good, and no sound from inside came out at all.
"It's nothing, I just had a discussion with nine of them." Hao Shuai said matter-of-factly.
"You? One-on-nine? Comparing?" Jack and the fighting coach didn't believe it.
"Uh-huh~ I'm going to have dinner first. You guys go in and take a look, enlighten them, and don't let them leave any psychological shadow." Hao Shuai patted Jack's shoulder and walked straight to the cafeteria.
When Jack and the coach walked into the training room, they saw nine students lying on the ground with black noses and swollen eyes, wailing.
The only difference is that the injuries on the girl's face are relatively minor, while the injuries on the boy's face are unbearable.
Jack and the coach were afraid that they would be injured, so they crouched down to check them one by one.
After a while, Judu breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that Hao Shuai was very measured in his actions. Although the wounds were not pretty, fortunately they were all skin injuries.
"Jack, the student just now will no longer be attending the fighting class. He graduated!" When Jack and the students were about to leave, the fighting coach specifically told Jack.
Jack looked at the coach's expression, nodded silently, and agreed.
He also understood the coach's difficulties. With Hao Shuai's fighting ability, he didn't know who was teaching whom. He was afraid that even tying up three or four coaches wouldn't be enough for Hao Shuai.
What if the coach is really beaten by Hao Shuai later? How can he show off his old face? How will he have the dignity to teach other students in the future?
By the time Jack brought the nine dejected students to the cafeteria, Hao Shuai was already sitting there enjoying his meal.
Today we have Chinese food in the cafeteria, and there are dozens of dishes.
The only tableware provided is chopsticks and plates.
As for foreigners not knowing how to use chopsticks?
What does this have to do with my cafeteria!!
If you don’t understand, learn it; if you can’t learn it, use your hands!
The world’s most powerful country is so stupid!
Hao Shuai was very satisfied with this. The flower growers were so good, so there was no need to always accommodate the foreigners.
Fortunately, the students are all smart people, so it is easy to learn how to pick up food with chopsticks.
Soon, Jack and the students prepared meals and sat down.