Ultraman: I really didn’t work hard secretly

"A simulator game, let alone training your muscles, I'm afraid it can't even train your brain."

"Unless you happen to meet a master of philosophy in it."

Seth: "???"

This guy really hit the nail on the head, Torrekia is a master of philosophy.

It's just that I haven't met Torrekia in the game for half a year since the last time they met.

"Isn't it just a question, why is that guy so nervous?" Seth was a little speechless.

"What did you say?" Zeta curiously put his head in front of Seth.

"It's okay, I'm thinking about the physical test this afternoon." Seth changed the subject.

"Do you still have to worry about the physical test? In the past six months, which test did you not rank first? And you always say it was a fluke..." Zeta was touched and sighed.

"No matter what, you will participate in the special training after school today, and I will go with you!" Zeta suddenly looked at Seth seriously.

Seth was embarrassed: "This matter is not something I can lead. It depends on whether the instructor agrees or not."

"How can I not agree? I'm just watching from the side."

As they chatted, the two children walked to the school gate.

The old guard greeted them enthusiastically: "It's really strange that you didn't run to school today."

"We both get up early every day now, and we haven't run to school for a long time." Zeta said unconvinced.

The old man said happily: "I know, let me, an old man, give you an award?"

Zeta was choked by this sentence, and after holding it in for a long time, he said: "Not really."

Then, the old man's eyes fell on Seth: "You look stronger than yesterday."

Seth smiled modestly: "It's about the same as my classmates."

"Haha, when I was guarding the gate before, I also saw a child with developed muscles like you. His chest muscles were well trained. That child was more modest than you." The old man seemed to think of some old things again, and there was a thought in his eyes.

"I just don't know what happened to that kid later."

"What's his name?" Zeta asked curiously.

"Ultraman." The old man looked calm.

Seth: "???"

"The man the old man is talking about is the first generation Ultraman, right?"

By this calculation, how many years has he been working as a security guard at the entrance of the elementary school?

Zeta glanced at the big clock on the teaching building and pulled Seth: "Okay, class is about to start, let's go in first."

Soon, the two children rushed into the teaching building in a hurry.

The security guard watched the two people's backs: "They really look alike."

...

In the classroom.

The teacher stood on the podium, looking at the pairs of eager eyes below with satisfaction.

"After a whole school year of study, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it will be time to test your achievements in cultural studies this school year."

"Of course, as your class teacher, I also care about your physical education grades."

"There will be a small drill before the physical education exam in the afternoon. Guess who you will be practicing with this time..."

At this point, the teacher's expression suddenly became playful.

Seton felt bad: "Will you fight directly with the instructor?"

"No, no, your instructor doesn't need to be involved in a small drill." The teacher shook his head.

Seth: "Not the instructor. Judging from the teacher's expression, it's probably not a sparring between classmates... Could it be..."

Behind Seth, Carlo couldn't hold it in any longer and raised his hand and said, "It's a fight with the students in the Space Guard!"

"My brother received this message last night!"

Zeta: "So our opponent today is your brother? No, it's our brother... Can we let our brother go easy on us?"

Chapter 47 Test Content: Fighting against reserve players

Carlo had some information, but not much: "Other classes will also practice with reserve players. It's not certain whether we can match my brother."

"Anyway, there is no doubt that we will practice with the reserve team."

After hearing Carlo's speech, the teacher on the podium nodded slowly.

All the students in the class fell silent after seeing this scene.

"Why would the school have such an arrangement? Let us primary school students compete with the reserve team?"

"That's right, isn't it obvious that we are being beaten?"

"Maybe the school is deliberately training our ability to withstand blows?"

"The school shouldn't do such an outrageous thing?"

"What are you still standing there for? The teacher has nodded!"

"If it's a one-on-one match, I feel that the reserve players can knock me down with one finger."

"What if it's one-on-many?"

"How many reserve players do you want me to fight?"

"It's not one-on-many for us, it's one-on-many for the reserve players! Aren't you a little too confident in yourself!"

" Oh, we are one on many... Then I feel that if more than 50 people in our class come together, we can probably beat one..."

"That's underestimating us."

"Hey, do you have any idea about the reserve team members... Let's not talk about whether they can be promoted to regular members, just being able to pass the exam to become a reserve team member is already amazing enough."

"Every student who passed the exam to the reserve team must have been the best in the class in elementary school, such as Seth in our class."

"And they are so much older than us. Imagine that you now meet Seth in the future... Fifty of you may not be able to beat him together!"

Seth, who heard these words next to him: "..."

Why do my classmates describe themselves like the devil?

Aren't you kind enough to your classmates?

At this time, a scared classmate begged the teacher: "Teacher, can you give us more detailed information about the afternoon drill?"

As soon as this was said, the other students all echoed: "Yes, teacher, please tell us more, so that we can prepare early."

"Actually, there's no need to prepare. It's just a drill anyway... If you really can't beat it, the worst thing you can do is admit defeat after it starts. It's not the final exam anyway."

"You think it's too simple. The calculation of our grades is the final grade plus the usual grades. If the usual grades are poor, no matter how high the final grade is, you will still fail... If you fail, it means repeating the grade! As a proud warrior, How can you repeat a grade?”

"Okay, don't get excited." The teacher on the podium looked at the excited children and pressed down with his palms: "It's just a drill. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Just perform well. The instructor won't really let you get hurt."

At the end, the teacher who was familiar with the children's temperament sighed: "Looking at how excited you all are, I guess you won't be able to attend the morning class."

"You can go to the playground and move around freely. As long as you don't skip class, you are ready for the afternoon drill."

Hearing this, the students rushed out of the classroom door one after another.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Teacher, you are so handsome today!"

After all the students left, Seth was the only one left in the class who was sitting blankly.

The teacher asked in surprise: "Seth, why don't you go out for some free time? The test in the afternoon will be very stressful."

Seth opened the book calmly: "No, studying can make me calm down."

He doesn't need to practice his physical skills by himself, someone has already practiced them for him.

If you have time to go out for activities, it is better to review two more books in the classroom.

The knowledge I have missed in the past has not been made up yet.

On the podium, the teacher looked at Seth's calm look with brilliant eyes.

He is worthy of being the student who has made the most progress this school year. His calmness and calmness are nothing like that of a 2,000-year-old child!

Seth: "Teacher, you keep looking at me. I can't learn anymore."

Glancing at the students outside on the playground who were consciously observing the rules for free activities, the teacher pulled up a chair and sat down on the podium: "Okay, the teacher won't look at you. The teacher will sit with you. If you don't understand anything, you can Come ask me." A few minutes later.

The teacher looked at the student who had made the most progress this year in disbelief: "Didn't you learn this question at level 200 in elementary school? You don't know how to do it?"

"Teacher, don't be so surprised. This is something I learned a hundred years ago. One hundred years is enough to kill our good friends of Ultraman, humans. It's not normal for me to forget something." Seth said confidently. explanation of.

The teacher was confused by Seth's attitude.

It seems...it makes sense!

"Actually, the answer to this question is very simple. First you do this...and then you do this..."

…

The time came that afternoon.

Same as Carlo said.

As soon as the class bell rang, I saw Saiwen, the physical arts instructor, leading a group of students from the reserve team into the primary school playground.

Looking at the tall reserve team students in front of them, the originally noisy primary school students suddenly became dead silent.

"It's true...and looking at this posture, it seems that we didn't single out one reserve player from the whole class, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to bring so many here." Zeta nervously held Seth's hand.

Seth took action and patted his friend on the shoulder: "Don't worry, just admit defeat if you can't beat me."

"My brother, that's my brother!" At this time, Carlo came close to the two of them and pointed excitedly at a Blue warrior in the reserve team.

"I told you, my brother is super strong. Even in the highly competitive reserve team, he is among the best!"

Carlo, who adored his brother, couldn't help but show off.

Seth looked at Kag in the reserve team and lowered his head with some guilt: "I know, I know..."

Seth still remembers the feeling of that moment...

Opposite the children.

The reserve team members looked at these silent sprouts with confident smiles on their faces.

"Today's test is to compete with these kids? I feel like I can beat ten." A certain silver team member said confidently.

"Bullying children is nothing, I can beat the whole class." Another Red Clan warrior interjected.

"Don't underestimate your opponents. You have been in the reserve team for so long, haven't you learned yet?" Kag said with a serious face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed his younger brother among the group of primary school students.

The perspective moved to the side, and he saw a familiar face...

"That kid... and my brother are actually classmates?!"

After recognizing the child's identity, Kag subconsciously reached out and touched his buttocks.

That little gangster who slapped his butt when they first met...

Kag: "It's broken, my brother is in danger!!"

"You don't need to be so nervous when facing elementary school students, right?" Beside Kag, the strong red warrior crossed his arms and looked down at the sprouts in front of him.

…

the other side.

Seven entered the arena and told the primary school students straightforwardly the rules of today's test: "You are blessed today to play against the elites of the reserve team!"

The primary school students were as wilted as eggplants beaten by frost: "Oh~~"

Chapter 48 Taiga: It was the wrong payment after all!