The two did not fight, and Allen turned and left, walking outside the cafeteria.
And when Rang Bao met his goddess, Mikasa with flowing black hair, Rang Bao went to strike up a conversation with a red face, but the third master only had Allen in his heart, so he left with a perfunctory sentence.
The brown-haired boy, Rang Bao, with a red face, stared at Mikasa's retreating back and chased after her.
Jean felt his heart beat faster. She was so beautiful, with her long flowing black hair, delicate face, and thin pink lips, all of which fascinated him.
Renn on the side also saw this classic scene, letting the girl like the black hair long and straight, but unfortunately, the licking dog is doomed to have nothing, and the third master will soon cut his hair short to shoulder length.
The news of the present world came too quickly, so Jean chased him out and found that the goddess he just met and the fool he had just quarrel with were acquaintances.
Jean: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ, if I had known earlier, I would have been more polite just now.
Soon, Eren reminded Mikasa to cut her hair so that it would not get in the way when using the three-dimensional mobile device.
Jean: Ellen, there is another grudge between us!
"Hmph~", little bald Connie walked out of the cafeteria, humming an unknown ditty and passed by Jean Kirchstein.
Rang was immersed in the bad news that Mikasa was going to cut off her long hair, and subconsciously wiped Connie's back with the hand that had not wiped away her tears.
Connie was startled, and when he looked back, he saw Jean wiping his hands on his own clothes. Suddenly he was furious, "Hey! What did you do? What did you rub on me?!"
Jean still looked dull and didn't even look at Connie. He answered casually: "That's the trust between people. It's water, don't worry, it can be washed clean."
"Uh~" Connie looked confused and felt extremely cold. Who knew if it was the runny nose...
Renn ignored this and walked up to Sasha, who was really barely breathing, with the bread.
"Whoa!" Sasha rushed forward, snatched the bread from Ren's hand in an instant, and ate it all in three swipes. The speed of grabbing the bread was so fast that Ren didn't think anyone else would be able to react.
"Ren, are there any more?" Sasha looked at Ren with longing eyes. Ren was speechless. He had a piece of yarn, which he shamelessly asked the aunt in the cafeteria for.
Just when Ren was a little at a loss, a cute girl with blond hair, big blue eyes, and a small figure came over with a piece of bread and a kettle, and said a little uncertainly: "Well, I'll help you. Got some food, you need..."
"Oh my god, goddess!" Sasha rushed over, grabbed the bread and stuffed it into her mouth. The blonde girl handed over the kettle very gently. After finishing the meal, Sasha fell into her arms from exhaustion.
The corner of Ren's mouth twitched. He is also very handsome, with black hair, blue eyes, and a face of mixed Chinese and Western descent. He also handed over the bread. Why don't you call him the male god?
He had some impression of this blond girl. Her name seemed to be Christa. Christa was struggling to support the sleeping Sasha before Ren could come forward to help.
A tall female training soldier with black hair and a black ponytail came over to support Sasha and looked at Christa: "Are you trying to do good things? Is the labor you put in proportional to the rewards? ?”
Christa was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
"Hmph, forget it, I'll help you carry her back, just treat her as a favor!"
"Do you also want to do good things?" Christa asked.
"No, I just expect this guy to be stupid!" the black-haired female soldier Ymir laughed.
Ren rolled his eyes: "Are you so complimentary?"
"Hey, isn't this Baishu Nu's fellow villager? Little brother, are you dissatisfied with me in any way?"
"Hmph, just call me brother. There's no dissatisfaction. I have to thank you for helping to carry Sasha back." Ren snorted in displeasure. Although he is now standing in the face of a 12-year-old shota, he is already 16 I'm old enough to be your brother.
Twelve years old is the minimum age for joining the army. Some of the training soldiers came when they were thirteen or fourteen years old, but almost none were over 16 years old!
"Hahahaha! Stop being funny, little brother, do you believe I can be your grandma?" Ymir, with black hair and ponytail, mocked.
Haha... I have such a bad temper. Is this a provocation? Do you really think that I won't beat you because you are a woman?
Of course, Ren didn't know. Ymir's experience was very tortuous. The specific details could be written in tens of thousands of words. She once turned into a brainless giant and wandered outside the wall for decades, and accidentally ate a man with the power of an intelligent giant. The Marais warrior is now the host of the Giant of Hubei.
If you include the years when she turned into a brainless giant, she can indeed be Ren's grandmother.
"Okay, stop arguing and send her back first." Christa stopped Ren and Ymir from arguing with each other.
Ren shrugged and didn't say much. He had to rely on the sharp-tongued black-haired woman to take Sasha back to the girls' dormitory. Otherwise, it would be too much to just rely on the cute blonde girl Christa to carry Sasha back.
Again, pretending and being slapped in the face always go hand in hand. Renn didn't know that no matter how old he was, he wasn't old enough to be slapped with one hand.
After he returned to the dormitory, everyone was ready to go to bed, and there was not much chat. Tomorrow, he had to test his balance adaptability, so he might as well go to bed early. He spent the night without talking about Zhou Gong. The next day, Ren was woken up by a roar.
"You have ten minutes to wash up. After washing, gather next to each other. Listen to the whistle and set off. You will circle the camp ten times. After running, gather at the entrance of the cafeteria and conduct a balance adaptability test..." Instructor Keith's loud voice is not covered. Everyone was woken up.
The sink in the boys' dormitory is behind the dormitory. It uses a faucet, which has a very modern feel. The technology tree of the giant world is very magical. The world inside the wall is generally not at the level of World War I, but it has unreasonable black technology such as three-dimensional mobile devices, but the military police regiment still uses it. Musket!
With the threat of eliminating five people from yesterday's 5,000-meter run, although many people were sore when they woke up in the morning, no one dared to complain. It seems that yesterday's spiritual baptism and establishment of prestige was quite successful. The recruits were very honest. If they made a fuss and were driven back to move rocks and pull weeds, there would be no place to cry.
After the morning run, everyone who had hastily finished their breakfast came to the five three-pronged balance trainers. The operation of the three-dimensional mobile device is far from being as simple as it seems. After all, it is not easy for people who are accustomed to two-dimensional space to move in the three-dimensional space. Therefore, before operating the three-dimensional mobile device, you must first hang on the balancing equipment for a while. Time, by the way, test the adaptability. This test can roughly indicate a recruit's potential to use the three-dimensional mobile device.
On the field, Renne hung smoothly on the balance simulator, with almost no shaking. This adaptability test is actually quite difficult. If you cannot reach the standard within two days, you can say goodbye to this place. Dozens of recruits will be eliminated in each period.
"Oh, awesome, Ren, you put me under a lot of pressure!" Thomas was a little stunned.
"Alas..." Ren sighed softly, life is so lonely as snow! He hung on the training device as steadily as an old dog, enjoying the exclamations of everyone around him.
Although it is very pretentious, what is the difference between a person who is not pretentious and a salted fish? Not only do you have to pretend, you also have to pretend to be natural, fresh and refined!
At present, more than 200 of the 309 remaining training soldiers have been tested, and 187 have passed the test. Those who fail will have another chance tomorrow. So far, only Mikasa's performance can match Ren's. There is no way, he is an open-minded person, but he can't keep a low profile!
"Bang!"
Next to him, Allen fell to the ground, and he fell hard. Well, he felt pain when he looked at it anyway.
"It hurts!"
Allen hung half of his body in the air, holding his head and screaming.
"Eren, are you okay?" Mikasa immediately ran towards Eren after hearing Eren's cry of pain, put Eren down from the machine, and helped Eren bandage his forehead gently and considerately.
Jean Zai's eyes widened as he watched, wishing he could hit his head on the ground instead.
"Tsk, tsk." Ren sighed. If I remember correctly, Allen's belt was most likely tampered with, otherwise he wouldn't be so miserable.
Seeing this, Renn also opened the safety buckle and jumped off the balancing device. It was time to gain a sense of presence.
Of course, he didn't intend to point out the problem with the belt. He was using a faulty belt so he could still maintain balance.
But this is not necessarily a bad thing. Setbacks make people grow (Allen used a broken belt to hold on for three or four seconds during the assessment).
Allen is still too young and needs to be beaten more severely by society. It's okay to let him suffer a little more, as long as he doesn't die, and it won't be too late to tell him tomorrow.
Allen: You are really my good brother!
