Pirate Love System

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 laps.

It exceeded the average level of recruits in the same class, by three or four times.

Is this still a person?

After racking his brains to think back for a moment, Brandon remembered that in the eleven years since the elite camp was opened, only three people had scored higher than this number in the endurance test in the first year.

But what kind of monsters are those three?

Sakaski.

Kuzan.

Porusalino.

The three most outstanding disciples that Mr. Zefa has trained so far are natural devil fruit users. They were awarded the rank of major general right after graduation, and now they all hold the important position of lieutenant general in the headquarters.

Becoming a general in the future is almost a certainty.

Does this kid Nuo Xia actually have such potential?

"Wait a minute, that bad premonition before, is it supposed to be here..."

Brandon's left hand holding the orange juice suddenly froze, and his expression became a little subtle, "I won't miss dinner because of this kid, right?"

…

The facts soon proved.

Mr. Brandon, the unlucky guy who has always been unlucky, this time his premonition turned out to be unexpectedly effective.

More than an hour later, it was completely dark, and almost all the recruits had left the training ground and went to have dinner.

Only Nuo Xia was still alone, running happily on the track.

The speed shows no sign of slowing down.

"240 laps..."

Brandon was lying half hungry on the bench, like a wilted seal ashore, looking at the scoreboard and muttering feebly, "Are you kidding? It's already exceeded the records of Porusalino and Kuzan."

…”

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

But looking at this guy's momentum, it's only a matter of time before he surpasses him.

...Forget it, let’s endure it a little longer.

Maybe this kid's endurance is indeed abnormal, but as long as you are a human being, you have to eat after all, right?

I have been running from noon to now. Can you hold on? Can your stomach?

Brandon felt that in another hour at most, Nuo Xia would take the initiative to stop and end the assessment because he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore.

He thought this conjecture was very reasonable.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he saw a blue-haired girl hurriedly came to the training ground and handed a bunch of lunch boxes to the guy. Then he saw the guy eating the lunch boxes happily and continuing to run...

this moment.

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

"That's about enough, you bastard brat!"

When Nuo Xia ran past him again, he couldn't help but tremble all over and roared:

"It's been 270 laps, and you're already No. 1! No. 1 in your class! No. 1 in history! There's no room for improvement. Do you understand? How long do you want me to accompany you?"

"Eh?"

Nuo Xia turned her head and looked at him strangely. She was still chewing the beef balls made by Shia. "Are you hungry? You can go eat then. I can just run here by myself."

"What does that sound like?"

Brandon blew his beard and glared: "I am not the kind of person who leaves his post without permission. As an instructor, I must be responsible for the authenticity of your assessment results to the end!"

What a lovely and stubborn person.

Nuo Xia was moved by this spirit, so she stopped trying to persuade him, gave a thumbs up to Brandon, turned around and continued running.

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

However, after running till now, I do seem to be a little tired...

So after filling his stomach, Nuo Xia thought about it and chose to temporarily lower the threshold of the negative gravity field that had been on from the beginning to 6 times.

After lowering the threshold, his whole body suddenly felt relaxed, and his spirit returned to its peak state. He grinned and continued to run tirelessly.

But poor instructor Brandon obviously didn't notice this.

He was looking at Xia's figure at the moment, stroking his beard thoughtfully - well, although he didn't have time to go to the restaurant, he could definitely imitate this kid and have someone send him over...

Why didn't I think of it before?

"This way, I won't be afraid of spending time with you..."

Brandon hummed proudly, took out his miniature phone from his crotch, and dialed instructor Vivian's number.

"Meal delivery?"

On the other end of the phone, Vivian's voice sounded a little surprised at first, and then she sneered, "What are you dreaming about, Brandon! I'm off work, and I have to take care of my daughter at home. How can I go to the training ground to give you this guy free time?"

Send food?"

By chance, a little girl's cry could be heard next to her, as if she had hit something.

Brandon knew that it was the voice of Vivian's less than two-year-old daughter Dasqi, who had just been brought back from her hometown in Donghai.

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

His stomach growled again, and he felt anxious. Before he could finish speaking, the phone clicked and was hung up ruthlessly.

"Let's face death without saving..."

…………

the next day.

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

He was described as dry, his eyes were staring blankly at the sky, and he could not feel any breath of life on his body, as if he were dead.

Only every time Nuo Xia ran past him, his right hand would mechanically lift up, turn the wooden sign on the scoreboard to the next page with difficulty, and then hang it down feebly...

…………

"You are so wicked, Brother Nuo Xia."

At noon that day, when the training was over and they went to the restaurant to have dinner together, Rosinandi couldn't help but blame Noxia, "It's actually instructor Brandon who has been with you on the playground all day and night as a scoreboard. Now it's okay."

He immediately passed out and was sent to the infirmary for an intravenous drip."

"I tried to persuade him, but it didn't work."

Nuo Xia scratched his head, "I thought he could really withstand it, but who knew he was trying to be stubborn, but this time it is indeed my fault. After dinner, I will go to the infirmary to visit him."

"Then I must go." Rosinandi suddenly became curious again, "By the way, how many laps did you run in the end?"

"We haven't finished running yet. It's time to gather. I can't help but go to roll call, right?"

When this was mentioned, Nuo Xia felt a little unhappy. He was not able to test his physical limit, which was really a disappointing thing. "In the end, it seemed to stop at 450 laps, or something. I forgot the specific details, but it wasn't the case anyway."

a lot of."

More than four hundred laps?

Not a lot?

Rosinandi and Shiliu took a breath of cold air at the same time.

They looked at each other, then looked at Nuo Xia who had an angry look on his face, and at the same time they sighed, then increased their speed, leaving Nuo Xia far behind.

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