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In the early morning, it was another day's fresh start.

Of course, for Fang Ran, it was the beginning of another day of **** training.

The morning light spilled into the room, and a creature that was only showing the outline of a human under the quilt didn't mean to get up at all.

Next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the golden goblin's shadow sitting at the table in the morning light waved.

A silver-white shadow rushed towards the face of the human-shaped quilt on the bed!

Snapped!

.......

emmm...

Nothing happened quietly in the room.

Ling: "..."

This guy...has reached the point where he can't wake up with a single blow in just two days...

With a sigh, Ling looked away from the night net and looked at the ‘big’ character figure protruding from the flat quilt, silently.

He rubbed his brows and sighed, then snapped his fingers softly.

The thought power that entered Fang Ran's body yesterday took effect, and Fang Ran slowly woke up and opened his eyes in a daze.

He saw the Xiaomi power bank sticking to his face, and then he read his usual lines with a weak symbolic stick:

"Ah, the bridge of my nose, the bridge of my nose..."

Then his eyes whited, and when he turned over, he wanted to go back to the corner and continue to sleep.

But unfortunately, when time is over, the hands on the clock return to a moment.

AM6:00

Then a terrifying voice no less than urging Fang Ran sounded calmly.

"Fang Ran, it's time for training."

The human figure in the quilt suddenly shrank into a ball in pain, and covered his face with the quilt.

Fang Ran wanted to cry aloud, but he was so aching that he didn't have the strength, so he had to hide in the bed and cry silently...

I can't live this day!

During this summer vacation, I would rather experience the Pearl of Night again!

If I knew that my summer vacation was so cruel, it would be nice to promise Veronica to take care of it...

＿|￣|○Kneel...

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AM8:40

Fang Ran gritted his teeth and sprinted off the ten-meter-high white cube!

Then, as expected, he patted on the cushion.

Even if Fang Ran tried hard to cushion the roll, his face landed first because of his incompetent left foot and his right foot.

Then, because of the impulse, I rolled around, no matter how you look at it, there is a sense of a salted fish turning over...

To describe the feeling of the group at the moment...

It was taken down like a rag soaked in water, and it made a chirp, and I didn't forget that I turned over...

"puff...."

Fang Ran looked up from the cushion, looking at the white cubes of varying heights, and felt that he was fortunate to be born in a socialist country. If this is replaced by a world of cannibal giants...

Your own proper cannon fodder.

Summer hell...Ahem, sorry, I was wrong, it’s the third day since the special intensive summer training began.

The usual practice is to rush to the street on the 10,000-meter road, and then in the group that seems to be splitting the bones and the hands are actually...

It's just splitting the bones!

Under the "conditioning", he temporarily recovered his ability to move. He climbed up and down the white cubes, fumbled and beaten, and kept practicing various obstacle-crossing skills...

After two hours of hard training, which is called three-dimensional maneuvering, but actually extreme parkour, Fang Ran's mood is actually...

Not much excitement,

I even want to cry.

Because based on the experience of the first two days, he knew that more arduous training has just begun...

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AM8:50

The start time of the third training session in the morning.

Fighting skills training.

And this one was the training that made Fang Ran the most desperate.

This is a three-hour slapstick training session with a group of hostels wearing protective gear and only holding a scabbard.

"As a participant, you must have the most basic fighting skills, which is very important."

Suqun pressed the button on the plate, the surrounding white cubes all slowly descended, and then he took the Tang knife out and put it aside, only holding the scabbard and said to the other side.

Fang Ran, who felt pain everywhere, collapsed on the ground holding his protective gear and helmet unloved, listening to the group once again explaining the importance of fighting skills.

And emphasized that this is the main part of his lack of basic abilities.

"Mastering the basic fighting ability, whether it is to see through the enemy's next move, or integrate into one's own fighting methods are very effective."

"Even people on the technological side will not completely rely on technological equipment, and they must be a combination of the two if they are fully capable."

"For example, can you imagine how strong a giant sci-fi mecha that can martial arts is?"

Su Qun asked the other party with a cold expression while holding the scabbard of Tang Sword.

Sorry, I can't imagine...

"Moreover, you can't use your abilities all the time. In many cases, you need some fighting skills to solve problems in reality."

"Remember the move I handed you two days ago? Take it over."

Suqun raised the scabbard with one hand, as if holding an extremely sharp blade.

The eyes were cold and sharp.

Fang Ran's mouth twitched frantically, already wearing a piece of armor, standing opposite him, having been beaten for two consecutive days.

Although he had beaten the crowd once madly, Fang Ran knew exactly what was going on that time.

The meeting group had just gone through a melee, before being seriously injured by Si Ai's mortal counterattack.

Coupled with Shangran's personality collapse, the hysterical and desperate hole cards are all out.

This is a trick that narrowly beats the group.

Under normal circumstances, without a plug-in, Fang Ran felt that even after eating shit, he couldn't win the group.

In fact, from the previous two days of fighting skills training, it is indeed the case.

The time is accurate to the minute, and the plan tailored by Suqun for Fang Ran is exceptionally perfect.

The three-hour training volume is divided into three parts carefully.

In the first hour, wear armor to practice empty-handed fighting skills.

In the second hour, wear armor to practice fighting skills with various weapons.

In the third hour, I took off all the armor and integrated all I learned to play freely and try to meet the group.

Of course, in Fang Ran’s view, this timetable actually means,

Was beaten empty-handed for an hour in armor.

Wearing armor and holding a weapon was beaten for an hour.

Even if she didn't wear anything, she couldn't be touched and was beaten for an hour.

Was beaten for three hours in total.

But life is like this, even if you know what you cannot do, you have to bite the bullet.

Where else is the girlfriend...cough cough...

In short ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Fang Ran took a deep breath, trying to recall the basic fighting skills and swordsmanship taught by the group two days ago, and rushed up!

Then I was beaten by Su Qun in all directions for two hours...

AM10:50

Fang Ran fell to the ground, feeling that he was already dead.

He felt tired and dying, but he just couldn't faint!

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However, what makes Fang Ran even more desperate is that at this time,

Just when the group watched him tired and paralyzed and just wanted to make Fang Ran hurt again (fog) for the last hour of training in the morning,

Outside the training ground, a wild laughter sounded triumphantly!

"Wow haha!!! Lucky bastard! This uncle is here to give you women's clothes!!"