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"Young Master, you really did hide your incompetence on the first day of class, didn't you?"
Feng Wei, who was also present, exclaimed: "Under normal circumstances, even if given a month, it would be impossible to improve so quickly!"
For example, he thought he was already at the top level, but after three weeks, he only improved from 200 minutes to about 155. From about 290 minutes to 170, what a terrible data!
Xu Qingran did not comment.
The body is a strange thing, just like climbing a mountain, the first time is always harder than you can imagine. After all, this body is very delicate, and it is very strenuous the first time you try it, but if you stick with it, your body will begin to adapt to the intensity.
The final project evaluation day at the end of the month is here in a blink of an eye.
In the last week, Xu Qingran reduced the completion time a little bit, and finally he was almost able to catch up with 3S Fengwei's progress, with the gap between them being only within 5 minutes.
Xu Qingran thought that during the formal test, he could use his mental strength to improve his body's toughness, and the duration should be around 150 minutes.
That’s fine, this is already the top data in the previous class.
I heard from Xie Nanjun that his score was only 134 minutes that year, which is still one of the top 100 records in the history of the military academy. It is obvious that Shen Tingyu's record cannot be broken in a short period of time.
The night before the test, Xu Qingran went downstairs as usual, preparing to go to the training ground to make final adjustments. Xie Nanjun, who hadn't been seen for a few days, was waiting for him downstairs again, but tonight he was dressed more formally, just like the day he arrived at the base.
Xie Nanjun's eyes when he looked at Xu Qingran were very complicated.
After he finished observing that day, he didn't want to believe what he saw with his own eyes. For a week, he watched Xu Qingran's training on time every day like a pervert. Facts proved that Shen Tingyu was right. The eldest son of the Xu family was also an important figure. Not only did he absorb what he wanted to teach in just two or three days after just one look at him, he even knew how to review and make up for it himself.
As an officer, Xie Nanjun admires such people.
He remembered that when the news of Xu Qingran causing a scene at Lu Cheng's engagement party came out, he laughed at it along with the others, and suddenly he felt that he really deserved to die.
"Colonel Xie, are you looking for me again?" Xu Qingran interrupted his wandering thoughts.
Xie Nanjun coughed a few times and put on the airs of a senior: "Ah, nothing."
"My teaching at the military academy has temporarily ended. After all, you are Shen Tingyu's friend, so I wanted to confirm your situation before leaving. What if the first thing he asks me when I return is something related to you?"
Xu Qingran chuckled when he heard this.
There was not much emotion in his laughter: "Don't get me wrong, he and I are not friends."
Xie Nanjun: “?”
Huh? Is this true
Before he could reply, Xu Qingran asked again, "So it was his instruction that you came to guide me?"
Xie Nanjun paused.
This feeling of always being easily guessed and seen through is especially similar to that old dog Shen Tingyu!
In order to avoid losing hair like he did in the early days of dealing with Shen Tingyu, he gave up the idea of hiding it: "Yes, Shen Tingyu is such a cold-blooded man! Isn't it a good friend to ask me to help you with something like this?"
Xu Qingran replied: "No, he is openly mocking me."
Others might have done this out of genuine desire to help him, but Shen Tingyu's thinking could not be guessed by ordinary people. If he guessed correctly, Shen Tingyu just wanted to use Xie Nanjun to tell him that even if he taught him the skills to speed up the clearance, he would not be able to break the record.
Xu Qingran clicked his tongue.
Didn't you just take the opportunity to beat him up a few times? How petty.
system:"… "
I wanted to say something to help the target, but I was afraid it would have the opposite effect, so I decided not to do it.
Xie Nanjun originally thought that Xu Qingran had too much "grudge" against Shen Tingyu, and that he had bad intentions in everything he did.
—Although he often has similar thoughts.
But it was not until he boarded the aircraft and left the Aquamarine Planet that he found the time to send a message to Shen Tingyu to complain about the matter.
But I heard Shen Tingyu chuckle from the other side: "Then he really knows what I'm thinking."
After that, she would say to him again: "You have known me for so long, but you are not as clear-headed as this little niece-in-law who came later."
Xie Nanjun: “… ?”
He complained loudly in his heart - your thinking is out of touch with ordinary people!
Xie Nanjun hung up Shen Tingyu's call, looking speechless.
Suddenly I felt that he answered his sister too early that day. Now look at these two people, they are obviously a perfect match!
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College base.
After Xu Qingran saw Xie Nanjun off, he went to the training ground to go through the schedule again. Tomorrow was an important day, and the number of students at the ground tonight had reached the peak of this month.
There was an assessment the next day, so Xu Qingran only reviewed the schedule tonight and did not stay later than usual. On the way back to the dormitory from the training ground, his mind was still reviewing the movements and speeds that required extra attention at each level.
I didn't notice the well-hidden aura around the corner of the building, and was suddenly sprayed with a strange spray in the face.
Xu Qingran closed his eyes immediately, and used his perception to quickly and accurately grab the hand of the person who attacked him. But the opponent was surprisingly strong and reacted very quickly. He took advantage of his inconvenience to pull him for a long time, and finally endured the force of his five fingers and forcibly pulled his hand out.
The spray bottle clattered to the ground.
Xu Qingran's eyes were slightly stinging from the spray, and he seemed to be enveloped by a strange pressure, and his body suddenly became a little heavy. In the dark, he listened to the footsteps gradually running away, and calmly propped his hands against the wall to relieve the discomfort.
Until another pair of light footsteps approached from behind.
"Xu Qingran?"
It was a relatively unfamiliar female voice, and it sounded quite lonely.
Xu Qingran remained silent and did not reply.
Now everyone in the academy is his suspect, and he doesn't want to pay attention to any of them if possible.
The person Xu Qingran met by chance was Ling Yuege who had just finished mecha training.
She was just about to go back to the girls' dormitory, and on this quiet but relatively close road where few people passed by, she ran into Xu Qingran, who didn't look well.
Normally, Ling Yuege, as a proud E-type, would not care even if she saw someone fainted on the side of the road. However, this person was Xu Qingran, who had left a deep impression on her since the day she enrolled. She hesitated for a second, but still walked forward to investigate.
Just as I was about to ask, I suddenly noticed the sprayer at his feet.
She picked it up and took a look at it, and asked in surprise: "Mind suppression spray?"
"What is that?" Xu Qingran, who had been silent, finally spoke.
Ling Yuege raised her eyes and glanced at the person in front of her. Her brown curly hair was messy after training, and her tofu-like white face was slightly red as if she had an allergy due to the spray, and her tightly closed eyes were also a little red and swollen.
Even so, he still looked as calm as a ranger who had experienced many storms.
Ling Yuege held the spray bottle and looked away, lowering her eyes and flipping it over to look at it carefully while explaining: "It is a kind of medicinal mist that limits the burst of mental power, but it only works on people whose souls and spirits have not yet taken shape."
"This kind of medicinal mist is usually used on people whose souls show signs of being fixed."
"You should know that there will be a period of soul fluctuation and agitation before the soul is finalized. The academy is full of high-level students, so the infirmary will prepare such medicines in case of emergency."
Then he asked, "What will be the effect if I spray it?"
"There won't be any threat to life." Ling Yuege paused, "It will just suppress the target's spiritual pool level by one level within a certain period of time."
For example, the destructive power of 3S level will be reduced to double SS level. In this way, if any accident happens, it will be easier for people around to control the target.
After Ling Yuege finished speaking, the air fell silent again.
After a moment, he spoke again: "People in your last class group will have an obstacle course test tomorrow, right?"
Everyone knows that this is a devilish project that consumes both physical and mental energy.
The spray's effect lasts about one to two days, which will seriously affect tomorrow's assessment. Obviously, he was framed.
Xu Qingran didn't say anything. After he recovered, he just said, "Classmate, can you take me to a place with water?"
I want to wash my eyes.
Ling Yuege was quite hesitant at first, after all, she didn't like to cause trouble for herself, nor did she have the good habit of helping others. But later she found that Xu Qingran was very easy to lead, and there was no need for any physical contact. He could accurately determine the direction and turning point just by the sound of her footsteps.
Ling Yuege once again refreshed her impression of him.
She was one of the few people who maintained a neutral attitude when Xu Qingran's scandal broke out. This was because she had experienced similar things with him, being slandered by people around her, and being avoided and dealt with by her relatives as a scary monster. No one knew better than her how scary it was to tell the truth from the lies.
Facts have proved that Mr. Xu himself is not as cowardly and love-brained as the rumors say.
As for temper and character—
Ling Yuege thought of what he had done at Xu Qingan's graduation banquet and at Fighting Arena No. 2, and decided to reserve his opinion for the time being.
On the other side, Xu Qingran finally washed his eyes by the sink and was able to open his eyes to see the world. He immediately saw the tall girl leaning against the other side of the sink, looking at him with one hand in her pocket.
Xu Qingran was quite surprised that the person who helped him was Ling Yuege.
She's not type E? That's not in line with their temperament.
He was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment. After wiping the water off his face, he said, "Thank you."
Ling Yuege shook her shoulders nonchalantly, as if to answer "it's just a piece of cake".
After confirming that he had nothing else to do, she stood up and prepared to leave, saying to him in a nonchalant tone, "Come on."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Xu Qingran looked at her leaving back, feeling emotional.
This was the first E he had met who didn't immediately say he wanted to fight him. Of course, this did not conflict with his continuing to doubt everyone in the academy equally.
He took the spray bottle that Ling Yuege had placed beside the sink and went to ask the dormitory manager. The other party was also surprised to see the thing, and it was similar to what Ling Yuege said, that it was a contraband among students and only doctors in the infirmary could obtain it.
Regardless, this is how the night ends.
Xu Qingran was not very angry.
This time, he was indeed a little too relaxed and caused negligence, so he couldn't blame anyone. And thanks to Xie Nanjun's strong pressure training, the impact was not too bad for him.
The evaluation started in full swing the next day.
The students in each project group had their own tests. Those who lived in the dormitory high-rise buildings saw as soon as they got up that the top students had already ridden their mechas early in the morning, flying coolly high above the dormitory area and rushing towards the coastal area.
Xu Qingran also went to the familiar training ground.
Based on the instructions given by the Third Prince Mu Ziyu and the amazing prediction results that had been reported frequently over the past month, on the day when he was doing the project evaluation, many instructors, both those he had seen before and those he had not seen before, came to the observation deck.
Xu Qingran was surprised by such a scene, but he thought it was just the college instructors' cautious attitude towards the assessment.
After a quick glance, Qi Shengxue's ex-lover was also there.
The other party was rarely drunk. He was wearing a hat and looked up at the scorching sun with disdain, then continued to look at the venue with a world-weary face.
The system was nervous for him: "Oh my God, host, most of these people are here to see your performance!"
"But you just...if you don't perform well, will they find an excuse to kick you out of the academy?"
There are many students in the class group.
In order to complete the project assessment within one day, everyone was divided into several groups, with each group setting off every ten minutes.
The first batch of students had already started. Xu Qingran walked towards the place where he was about to leave and replied calmly, "I told you, since they invited me in, they can't let me leave easily."
As the whistle sounded, Xu Qingran followed the second batch of students and began his assessment. The instructors on the observation platform all sat up straight, staring at the live broadcast screen in front of them with focused and serious expressions, and most of their eyes were locked on Xu Qingran.
After watching for a while, their expressions gradually became confused and disappointed.
Wasn't it said that this young master of the Xu family was quite good, completely in line with the level of the top students in the upper class? What happened? His speed and level of passing the exam were just barely passing standards
Xu Qingran's overall performance is actually quite stable.
But compared to his usual practice, it was too stable.
There are about a hundred obstacle levels, and each level has a maximum passing time. The minimum passing standard is 188 minutes. If you exceed this time limit, you will be considered to have failed the assessment and will need to take a make-up exam at the end of the year.
If you fail any of the make-up exams, you will not be able to graduate.
It felt like Xu Qingran passed every level today within the passing time.
The instructor, who usually had high hopes for him, stared at the constantly refreshing clearance data of Xu Qingran on the white board in his hand, with a look of worry on his face.
Halfway through the competition, Xu Qingran was still on the dangerous line between passing and failing, and the instructors who came to watch gradually lost interest. Only the middle-aged man, who was standing on the edge of the observation platform with his right foot on the mechanical leg and looking at the venue with his hands behind his back, had a gradually solemn expression.
The instructor who carefully observed Xu Qingran's punch-in data at each level also showed a slight change in his expression when Xu Qingran finished two-thirds of the way through. He seemed to have discovered something that surprised and amazed him, and he pulled up the data and looked at it carefully from beginning to end.
Then there were more surprises.
Until Xu Qingran reached the final level, climbed up the platform, took a breath in front of the button to end the timing, and reached out to press it.
The young instructor who usually accompanied him reported excitedly at the same time: "It's over! 188 minutes! Not a second more or less, just right!"
The other veteran instructors curled their lips.
Someone didn't care much and said, "That's just the normal A-level. What's so special about it?"
The young instructor lowered his head and looked at the light board. The data on the screen was so beautiful that it would make people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel comfortable.
It is not surprising that the total running time is exactly 188 minutes.
—However, what if there are hundreds of levels, and the progress rhythm of each level is so smooth that there is no flaw, and the punch-in time is precisely stuck at the set minimum passing line, not a second more or less? !
(End of this chapter)