"So, is this the reason why you can't hold the sword steady?"
Franka turned her wrist and hung the swift sword on her waist.
Looking at Valentine who was lying on the ground gasping for air, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly, walked over and lightly kicked the other man's arm.
The words were full of schadenfreude.
"Only a secondary reason."
After a while, Valentine adjusted his breathing and was able to speak normally.
He wiped his sweat and slowly raised his upper body. He didn't mean to stand up, so he just sat there hunched over, looking very tired.
The bangs on his forehead were stuck together and wet.
"What's the main reason?"
Franca knelt down, holding her cheeks with her hands, and met Valentin's eyes. Her tail was raised slightly and swaying from side to side, looking in a good mood.
The two were so close that Valentin could clearly see the fine beads of sweat on each other's forehead. But she didn't show any signs of fatigue, even after just experiencing a high-intensity 1V1.
Because of training, both of them put on tights newly developed by the engineering department. This kind of clothing has the same strength as traditional protective clothing and does not affect the movements of the trainer. It is one of the few conscientious products of the Engineering Department.
But it's also not that conscientious...or, a little too "conscience".
Because this dress is so close to the body, it almost reaches the point of body painting.
Although this allows the trainer to see the opponent's muscle movements more clearly and has the effect of helping training, some details are also visible at a glance.
For example, Franca was squatting in front of Valentin at this moment and was so close. It could be said that he saw everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen.
Clothes can block the view, but they can't block a gentleman's fantasy.
He even began to wonder if this sister did it on purpose.
"What are you looking at?"
Seeing that Valentin remained silent, Franka tilted her head and interrupted his thoughts 'kindly'.
"Well."
Only then did Valentin realize how offensive his behavior was. His cheeks turned slightly red, and he looked away, only to see that the smile on Franka's lips grew wider.
She definitely did it on purpose.
The little dragon thought so.
"I think training should be gradual, there is no need to be so high-intensity right from the start."
Valentine coughed twice, forcing himself to forget his embarrassment.
As he spoke, he turned away and stopped looking at the girl in front of him.
That's right, the holidays for Rhode Island operators are over and it's work time now. As soon as Valentine arrived at the training ground, an unedged swift sword was thrown in front of him.
The little dragon man raised his head. In addition to smiling at the fully armed Franka, he also saw a dazzling array of weapons on the weapon racks at the edge of the field.
Then came the actual combat simulation. Valentin persisted for two hours and finally couldn't stand it anymore and chose to start swinging.
"Oh~~~"
Seeing his shy look, Frankara made a long note and pretended to be surprised.
"So Kelsey didn't tell you?"
"What?"
Valentine was stunned.
"She told me that I don't need to arrange a normal training plan for you, just start with intensity from the beginning."
"In other words, Rhode Island will quickly become a high-level senior operator."
The evil-minded Miss Fox seemed to have thought of something.
"No, there are two, and there is a phoenix."
Valentin has also seen Xing Yihuang's training plan. Half of it is physical fitness and combat training, and the rest is miscellaneous subjects such as driving, camouflage, mechanical maintenance, and wilderness survival. It seems that he wants to train her into a pioneer cadre. member.
[Note: The definition of vanguard operators in this book is different from that in the game, and can be simply understood as special forces in the real world]
"There is an idiom in the Yan Kingdom called 'pull out the seedlings to encourage them to grow'."
Valentine lay back on the ground again, stretching his limbs like a "big" character.
His voice had no fluctuation, as if he was resigned to his fate.
"I don't understand."
Franca slowly moved and squatted next to Valentine's head, stretched out her index finger and lightly poked his cheek.
“If you don’t understand, just read a book.”
The little dragon man stared with a pair of dead fish eyes and spoke feebly.
"I don't want to read, I'm sleepy."
"Ask my sister to give you a shot so you won't feel sleepy."
"pain."
"Bear it."
…
They just started talking nonsense to each other. Franca was still squatting at first, then slowly sat on the ground, and finally lay directly next to Valentin.
Half an hour later.
Valentine squinted his eyes and opened his lips slightly, as if he was asleep. But even so, he was still responding to Franka's words, spitting out unclear syllables in his throat.
Seeing Valentin's appearance, Franka became playful and wanted to take the opportunity to ask some special questions.
But as soon as the words reached her lips, she swallowed them back.
After a long time, Franka sighed and stood up. She lowered her eyes and stared at Valentine's face with a lonely expression.
The little dragon man lying on the ground has fallen asleep, and it seems that his insomnia has been cured.
Fatigue is indeed the best sleeping pill.
In order to avoid waking up Valentin, Franka walked lightly and slowly walked towards the weapon rack at the edge of the field.
She hung the thermite sword there before training.
Franka didn't lie. Kelsey really wanted her to increase the strength of Valentine from the beginning and skip the basic training content.
This is also in line with her wishes.
After all, Valentine has been in another world for so long, and he still has a "god" hidden in his head. He has a lot of magic weapons in the spiritual space. How can he be a novice in swordsmanship?
But he is really a newbie.
In other words, Valentine's body is a newbie.
If it were the "Yifeng" from the subcontinent, Franka might be the one receiving the punishment.
Therefore, she wanted to help Valentine get familiar with this body as soon as possible and reach the height of "Yifeng" as soon as possible.
So under what circumstances does the most EXP increase?
of course……
Actual combat!
"ah--!"
Valentine turned over and jumped up, running around on the ground holding his calves. Franka walked slowly to the middle of the field and watched him creeping darkly with the death roll, the thermite sword in his hand still glowing with orange light.
After half a minute, Valentine finally calmed down, sitting on the floor and blowing on his ankles, tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.
This woman is so cruel...
Wasn't it just a nap? As for burning yourself with a thermite sword? !
Bad fox, bad!
"Okay, it was just a touch. There is no need to react so much."
Franka picked up Valentin's training swift sword and threw it away - it just happened to be hung on the weapon rack.
"It hurts!"
The little dragon man glared at her fiercely, his angry look very cute.
The brat pretends to be pretty good.
Franka complained in her mind.
When he was in Asia, he was much more mature than he is now, but when he returned to Terra, he turned back to his original childish self.
"It doesn't matter, you will be in more pain later."
Franka raised the thermite sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Valentine's face.
"Now, take up your weapons, weapons that are actually meant to kill."
"What?"
Valentine was stunned. He ignored his still painful ankle and raised his head to look at Franka.
The girl in front of her still had her lips raised, and her smile seemed to never disappear. The tip of the thermite sword was dull, but Valentine felt it was particularly dazzling.
It seemed that the next second it would burst into flames and pierce his eyeballs.
"The training has just begun."
