The professorship at Old City University is a good job. Once successfully hired, you will not only receive a high salary, but also a series of "authority grants."
Including highly confidential taboo knowledge, the unblocking of secret intelligence, the purchase of special items and controlled items, and some special secret realms and professions controlled by the government will also be open to you.
The most important thing is actually social status and "official recognition"... This seemingly illusory thing will actually provide convenience to you in all aspects.
Of course, as a price, you also have to serve a huge order organization.
"...This lance is a bit evil. You must use it as your main weapon."
Just by touching this unactivated storm lance, Lu Dechun could feel the strong aura of death and resentment in it. This was an evil thing that could drag the user and the opponent to hell together.
His face was very calm, as if he just picked up the notebook subconsciously, but secretly checked the student information in it.
"Lu Ping'an, 17, a second-level combat type gardener, a second-level contractor, a first-level runner, and a first-level soldier (not updated), a regular member of the special service team, a recipient of the Lantern Bearer Gold Medal...a first-level gold medal?! "
He gave up the idea of calling the police. This gold medal was enough to prove the other party's quality. At least he was not qualified to question the young man's ability... Instead, he seriously thought about how to complete the other party's commission.
Lu Pingan originally thought that the first-class gold medal was an honor and a bonus, but in fact, it was the heaviest part of the reward.
It is indeed an honor, but also a recognition, a certification of your past achievements, qualifications and abilities.
Intangible honor turns into tangible help. How long does it take to trust a professional veteran under normal circumstances? This seemingly light "Medal of Honor" can bring unlimited invisible resources.
"Wait a minute, let's go to class first, and I'll think about it too."
The weapons master with at least thirty years of actual combat experience thought for a while and did not answer immediately.
The other students are still there, and each has their own requirements, which cannot be solved in a short time.
This position of "Martial Arts Professor" is not easy to take on. The prerequisite for being able to guide others is that you have gone far enough... Just think about the extremely complicated advancement system of professionals, as well as the personal characteristics of each individual. With unique abilities, we all know how demanding "guiding" is for teachers.
The three-person instructor team continued their work and asked questions one by one.
Today is the first class. It is not practical to teach practical things. It is not a junior class that can be directly taken out for military training and physical training. Most students need tailor-made guidance.
This job is difficult to complete in a short period of time, and many even require off-site support, but as long as you make progress within these six months, the expensive tuition will be worth it.
Along the way, the students put forward their own requirements one by one. Some of them were easy to handle. If they were given a set of martial arts skills or a route, they would just let them practice it on their own. Some of them discussed their own development paths and even needed actual combat to test them. .... The troublesome things will naturally be left behind first. There is no doubt that Lu Ping'an's request is the most troublesome.
What was easy to solve was solved on the spot, and the trio stopped from time to time.
No one was in a hurry, chatting quietly when it was not their turn, or simply taking advantage of this venue to practice.
Some practices started in public places, attracting many onlookers and cheerers.
In order to ensure that their information is not leaked, some people directly pull up a cubicle... But after a while, they will find that this is of little significance, because advanced fighting has a sparring program. This level Information will leak out sooner or later.
Just like Xia Qin, Sophist, and Thunder Fire Blade back then, students from the same period were often compared, but within a few years, that information would lose its meaning.
"Are you a freshman? That's a bit exaggerated."
Among a large group of juniors and two sophomores, Lu Pingan, who was only a freshman, obviously stood out...especially when he took out that big thing.
No one will look down on him. The weapon is a soldier's claw and signature. It is a super dangerous weapon that makes people uncomfortable just by being close to it. Lu Ping'an carries it like nothing, which proves that he is indeed qualified to stand here.
Normal schools don't have so many "pretend and slap in the face" scenes. Most students can still maintain some kindness and patience when it comes to unfamiliar students. These inquiries are a process of getting to know each other better.
"I heard that the rules have been changed this time. Not only are there newcomers, but also many veterans and social forces have been recruited."
Among the seniors present, no one knew Lu Ping'an, just like sophomores and juniors in ordinary universities who would not pay attention to the freshmen.
"Your surname is Lu? Do you have a combat position? What level is it?"
The advanced fighting courses are all for combat classes. Although there are no hardware standards, at least a zero-level or first-level combat class will be considered for further study in this area.
Lu Ping'an smiled and rejected the cigarette offered by the other party. He didn't have this habit.
"War chess player, second level of the warlord family."
"Oh, oh, so you're a commander? Then why don't you major in command?"
This senior brother was a little surprised. The warlord sect was quite difficult to get into. How could he have experienced the baptism of war at such a young age?
"I will go, but if I am too weak in melee combat, I won't be able to survive for a long time on the battlefield. Since I have the opportunity to further my studies, I will practice here."
"Practice?" Another junior brother directly launched a challenge.
Hearing this, Lu Ping'an was a little distressed. This junior fellow student was indeed enthusiastic, but he was also too impatient...
"Don't worry, I know that the warlord profession has limited benefits for melee combat and physical strength. I will take it easy. I am a level 2 axe. We all play with long-handled weapons, and my hands are a little itchy."
The other party was very sincere, and it seemed that his hands were itchy after seeing a fellow user using similar weapons.
Lu Pingan thought for a moment, and finally decided not to take the storm lance... He was afraid of something happening.
Another box was opened, and the familiar brass upper scythe gave him a soft touch. He felt that this thing had become too light.
After a few swings to regain the feeling, he walked into the sparring area.
It came back after 1 minute...47 seconds to be exact.
This was the result of Lu Ping'an being merciful, giving up the initiative, and giving the other party 20 seconds to make the first move.
"Fuck, you're too fake! Are you saying you're weak in melee combat?!"
His vest was wet with cold sweat, and when the war scythe stayed at the tip of his throat, the god of death whispered in his mind. The senior brother named Jiang was a little confused.
Speed, reaction, strength, and battlefield experience are all crushed. You are given dozens of seconds to survive just to save your face.
"I'm a Contractor, I can't lie... I'm a bit weaker than the opponents I faced before."
Start with a second-level scholar and a second-level warlord? This was a ruthless man who had returned from the battlefield. Senior Brother Jiang understood instantly.
"I'm from the special service team. I was very busy some time ago." Lu Ping'an added, which was misleading.
"Oh, special admissions? No wonder, special service trainee?"
"Officially, the conversion was successful just a few days ago."
The onlookers were also thoughtful and asked directly: "The first hundred? This time it seems that many special recruits in the freshman year went directly to the special service team to support, and some of them became full-timers."
"Well, ninth..."
Lu Ping'an just said calmly. We might have to get along with each other for half a year in the next half year. It would be better to talk about some things directly.
"I heard that you were under a lot of pressure this time? Many victims?"
"... I was lucky enough to survive this time. I felt that I was not strong enough, so I came here to practice more. I am going to start over again and practice my melee combat skills."
Lu Pingan's words made others look at him with more kindness and respect, and at the same time, they ignited their fighting spirit and ambition.
Experts will know if they are there as soon as they make a move. With Lu Ping'an's skills, he is definitely at the top of the campus hierarchy. A ruthless person like him is determined to reinvent himself. "Young people" like him who are earlier in age have What reason to stop.
Lu Ping'an, the "catfish", had a benign catfish effect, and all this was also seen by the instructor team.
After going through it, they naturally found Lu Ping'an as their first priority and tried to help him solve the problem.
