From that day on, at the end of the dual selection meeting, the freshmen in the internship group began their own exclusive courses.
The content is very complex, but extremely efficient, from basic metal identification to the most basic barrier construction, as well as how to deal with exceptions.
But the most special person among this group of interns may still be Wei Zeshu.
From that day on, he would be mercilessly assassinated by Qing Jiang, the substitute teacher, at any time and at any place.
Sometimes while walking on the road, a rope would suddenly wrap around my ankle, and the moment I fell, I would be pierced by a sharp blade.
Sometimes during class, a short spear came out of the desk and stabbed directly into Wei Curcuma's heart.
Regardless of time or place, he does whatever he wants. As long as Wei Curcuma reveals even the slightest flaw, Qingjiang will kill him mercilessly.
It can be said that except when returning to the dormitory after sleeping, Qingjiang's assassination is everywhere.
The most exaggerated time was when Wei Curcuma was still eating and sitting opposite Liang Cai.
"I heard...I heard that you were assassinated recently?"
Liang Cai looked at the haggard Wei Curcuma, who sat opposite her with a dinner plate, and nodded tiredly.
"Fortunately, I've started to get used to it recently, it's not so exaggerated..."
Wei Zeshu just picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes dripping with gravy into his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, his lower jaw was lifted up by a hand wearing black gloves.
In the horrified eyes of Liang Cai and the puppy man, a serrated dagger slashed Wei Curcuma's raised throat with the back of the blade. The whole person's blood instantly sprayed all over the table. The gloved hand loosened slightly and plunged into the dinner plate.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
"Woof woof woof woof!!!!"
Liang Cai and the puppy in her arms were so frightened that they screamed loudly at the same time, the sound was so high-pitched that it almost shattered Wei Curcuma's eardrums.
"The twentieth time is exactly a round number."
Qing Jiang took out a piece of Liang Cai's napkin without paying much attention and wiped the blood on his gloves.
"Don't be afraid, little sister, this is cherry jam."
Qingjiang reached out and touched the bright red on the table, indicating that it was sweet.
"Want to try it?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"
"Woof woof woof woof!"
The two little guys, Little Dog and Liang Cai, shook their heads crazily with tears in their eyes, just wanting to escape from this murder scene.
The area around Qing Jiang and Wei Zeshu's dining table quickly cleared away, leaving them alone in this seat.
Qingjiang slowly sat next to Wei Curcuma's "corpse", eating the sandwich he had brought, even a tuna sandwich. Wei Curcuma, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, had his whole face buried in the plate. The pair of acting masters and apprentices were watching at this moment. It looks quite harmonious and quiet.
After a long time, Wei Curcuma's body suddenly twitched, and he raised his head from the dinner plate in confusion.
"The time just now was nineteen times."
He pulled a piece of paper and vaguely wiped the jam on his cheeks and bangs, as well as the food on the plate, and stood up to get another order.
"I hid in the library this morning."
Wei Curcuma's teeth were itching with hatred. He looked at the food on his plate and couldn't eat it. Thinking of the wasted campus card budget, his hatred became even more intense.
"Does that count as hiding? If I were serious, your legs would be broken directly."
"Ah, by the way, are you going to prepare food again? Bring me a Coke!"
Three days have passed since Wei Zeshu was assassinated. During these three days, he began to adapt to the status quo of being assassinated.
The assassination of Wei Zeshu has become the most commendable topic of conversation in the North recently, and it has become a unique scenery after everyone adapts.
After all, this is the northern border. Geniuses and lunatics are everywhere, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.
Every time Wei Curcuma returned to Hedao Tower, the second sentence everyone greeted him was not "Have you eaten?", but "How many times have you eaten today?"
What's more, those who have good intentions directly open the market in the internal forum of the North, betting on when Wei Curcuma will break through thirty times and be assassinated.
Without even realizing it, Wei Curcuma could maintain a high degree of alertness anytime and anywhere while sitting, lying and walking, and gradually began to gain a feel for how to use his body's power most efficiently.
"Speaking of which, I have to admire you and Boss Mo."
Qingjiang grabbed Wei Curcuma's own glass of orange juice with some emotion, but took a sip without touching the coke he brought for him.
"Only he can think of this method of using assassination for practical training, and only he can randomly dispatch an anomaly suppressor who is good at assassination to accompany you all the time."
Qingjiang thought for a while.
"Besides, only you can withstand this kind of training method... Ordinary people's bodies will definitely not be able to withstand one assassination. They have to train for several weeks. After another assassination a few weeks later, a month has passed... ."
"In other words, you have only been training for a few days, which is equivalent to half a year of training intensity for others. After crying with gratitude, you should be proud of it."
"I don't want this kind of pride..."
Wei Curcuma sighed and suddenly remembered something.
"How did you know I spit in your coke?"
"I've been tired of this trick of yours since I was ten years old, but it's not saliva, it's poison."
"I spat in both glasses."
"puff!"
Qingjiang squirted out a mouthful of orange juice and cursed Wei Curcuma fiercely.
"Wei Curcuma, are you disgusting?"
As for Wei Zeshu himself, he continued to eat the lunch on his plate leisurely, leaving it alone and standing still.
In fact, just this morning, on the third day of the special assassination training, he had already successfully evaded an assassination.
Although it can't be said to be avoidance, at least there was a reaction.
Wei Curcuma could feel his own growth at this moment. Indeed, as Qing Jiang said, only he could bear this kind of training. Others could not take a breather in such intensive assassination, and their bodies could not support it at all.
"Teacher Qingjiang, when will our assassination end? When I defeat you? Or when your assassination is completely useless to me?"
"It's still defeated, but it's not useful yet. I'm a quasi-C-level anomaly suppressor... You're right, the requirements for assassination training are not that outrageous."
Qing Jiang rinsed his mouth with a bottle of mineral water, then took the empty Master Kong mineral water bottle and gently hit it on Wei Curcuma's head.
"If you can hit me once in counterattack and hurt me once, you will pass!"
Qing Jiang rarely became serious, put his hands together, and seriously talked about this topic with Wei Curcuma.
"Don't think this request is simple."
"Eighty percent of the world's anomaly suppressors stay at level E throughout their lives. Even if they accumulate merit, they can only reach level D at most. Very few people can reach level C. Do you know why this is?
"C-level abnormal suppressors are also called [the source of feelings], or [beyond human reason]. This is a huge watershed. When they reach the level above C-level, it can basically be said that human beings' existing thermal weapons are not effective against them. All of them are completely ineffective, which can be regarded as stepping into the entry threshold of the strong."
"To put it simply, in the superhero movies you watch, the basic expressions of the supermen are around C level."
"And my ability to kill has surpassed the theoretical limits of human beings."
