Although Carlo has some information, it's not much: "Other classes will also conduct drills with reserve players. It's not certain whether we can match my brother."
"Anyway, when it comes to sparring with the reserve team, I definitely didn't run away."
The teacher on the podium nodded slowly after hearing Carlo's speech.
All the students in the class fell silent immediately after seeing this.
"Why does the school have such an arrangement? Let us primary school students compete with the reserve team?"
"That's right. Isn't it clear that we will be beaten?"
"Maybe the school is deliberately training our ability to resist being hit?"
"The school shouldn't do such outrageous things, right?"
"Why are you still stunned? The teacher nodded!"
"If it's a one-on-one match, I feel like the reserve players can push me down with one finger."
"What if it's one-to-many?"
"How many more reserve players do you want me to play??"
"It's not us one against many, it's the reserve team's one against many! Are you a little too confident in yourself?"
"Aoao, we are one to many... Then I feel that if we have more than fifty people in the class together, we can probably beat one..."
"This is too small of us."
"Hey, do you have any idea about reserve members... Let's not talk about whether they can be promoted to official members. Just being admitted to the reserve team is already impressive enough."
"Every student who is admitted 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 bigger than us. Just imagine, if you meet Seth in the future now... you might not be able to defeat fifty of them 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 too simply. 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 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 our class didn't single out one reserve player, 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 Tribe 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.
Moving his perspective to the side, 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~~"
