"Are you kidding me?"
"Hey, Chen Feng is definitely cheating!"
Huang Xuanwen was shaking with anger and felt a chill.
Eighty points, no one knows what this naked number means better than him.
You know, the full score for the second phase of comprehensive training in the logistics camp is only forty points.
Chen Feng scored a high score of 80 points in the dungeon practice, which was not just a simple matter of breaking the dungeon practice record.
The 40-point score difference can wipe out Huang Xuanwen's advantage in the first stage at once, and even open up a big gap.
"No way, absolutely impossible."
He murmured, almost absentmindedly.
Huang Xuanwen looked around, looking for the instructor Li Wenguang.
He wants to report Chen Feng.
This person absolutely deceived everyone.
It is simply impossible for a logistics vocational college student from a second professional college to do this.
Only fraud can explain all this.
However, he was stopped by thunder after taking two steps.
"President, don't be deceived by Chen Feng. He can get eighty points based on his ability?"
"It's good luck to survive the dungeon. There must be something wrong with the scoring system."
"Are you crazy?"
Lei Ming's cold words made Huang Xuanwen freeze in place.
"Chen Feng may not be as good as you in terms of creative ability, but his overall strength is far above yours."
"You are a student in the fifth college and a member of the student union. You don't reflect on why you can't do it, but you want to find fault?"
"Where's your face?"
Faced with Lei Ming's angry rebuke, Huang Xuanwen didn't dare to say a word, and he hunched his neck and didn't even have the courage to look at each other.
Lei Ming glared at this person. He had just taken over as the president of the student union, but he did not expect that there was such a person in the student union.
"Chen Feng dares to sign up for a copy and practice despite ridicule and discrimination. Do you dare?"
"Chen Feng dares to face a C-level monster with one gun and one person, do you dare?"
"You dare not do anything. You don't even have the courage, but you want to question others."
"Go back and reflect on it!"
Lei Ming's three consecutive questions completely shattered Huang Xuanwen's arrogance.
It left him speechless.
He looked at Chen Feng not far away with dull eyes.
Could it be...
Am I really that bad?
When Huang Xuanwen saw him displaying the collected evidence of the dungeon mission in front of everyone, Huang Xuanwen lost all energy.
The body part of the D-class monster Aquamon.
The spiked organ of the C-class monster Steel-Spiked Beast.
as well as......
A B-level monster with a level as high as LV20, the core of the ghostly tree shadow's severed beard!
Chen Feng did not hand over the armor piece left by the Wisdom Tree Man.
The body residue of a level 40 monster can be obtained by him, a level 7 awakener. If this were known to everyone, it would definitely attract too much attention.
The instructor of the combat camp stared at Chen Feng as if he were seeing a ghost.
"How did you survive?"
After being silent for a long time, he could only hold back this sentence.
Of the ghostly tree shadows, a total of five were found after exploration in the entire dungeon.
Each level is above LV15.
The level is not particularly high, but its elusive and endless nature makes it impossible for the awakened to do anything about it.
Even he himself couldn't deal with the ghostly tree shadow alone, let alone a new student in the logistics profession.
Under normal circumstances, if you encounter a level 20 ghostly tree shadow and leave a whole corpse, it is considered a high incense for your ancestors.
Where is Chen Feng?
Not only is it alive and kicking, but it also brings back the core of others.
What is this? This is an important organ used by Ghost Tree Shadow to reproduce.
Great tonic!
Chen Feng scratched his head and replied: "Good luck, I picked it up."
"Picked it up?"
The instructor looked surprised at Chen Feng's answer.
This answer is outrageous, but instead of believing that Chen Feng took a machete and chopped this thing off the ghost tree shadow, it is better to believe that he picked it up.
"..."
"Old Chen, you are really awesome!"
The most excited person was Jiang Chen.
I thought that Chen Feng was missing or even dead, but I didn't expect that he would cause trouble for everyone.
Chen Feng must be awesome.
This is my brother.
At this time, even those professional logistics campers who were not optimistic about Chen Feng at first had to admire him.
In the entire history of summer camps, the highest score for a logistics camp is only fifty, let alone eighty points.
And because Chen Feng is the only one participating in the dungeon practice in this logistics camp.
He scored 80 points per person, and his average score was also 80 points.
Coupled with the unexpected accidents in this dungeon practice, many campers were eliminated early and the average score was already low.
This allowed the logistics camp to take first place with a high average score, and the second place combat camp had an average score of fifty.
Not only did it allow the logistics camp, which had been suppressed all year round, to show off its power, it also slapped these professional campers who looked down on the logistics profession in the face.
One side of the camp.
Li Wenguang, the instructor of the logistics camp, smiled from ear to ear.
This look made the two camp instructors on the side want to beat him.
Li Wenguang took out two hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to the two of them.
This is the money he lost in gambling.
It is a summer camp tradition for instructors to place bets on the final ranking of copy practice.
Logically speaking, as the instructor of the logistics camp, Li Wenguang had to bet on the first place in a symbolic sense to boost the morale of the campers.
But this old man secretly bet on the last place again and again.
Well now, I actually lost!
Although the two hundred yuan was gone, Li Wenguang felt happier than winning a thousand yuan.
Chen Feng, Chen Feng, it’s not that the teacher doesn’t believe you.
However, the previous campers were really not good enough.
There is no suspense.
Li Wenguang awarded the title of outstanding camper of the logistics camp to Chen Feng.
But there are still twenty-nine days before the end of the summer camp, and special training must continue.
The following days were the same as usual for Chen Feng. Although he was called a support camp member, the place he spent the most time was the training ground of the combat camp.
Of course, buying one hundred basic materials for free every day is a link that must not be missed.
During this process, Li Wenguang also came to guide him every three days.
Li Wenguang is very fortunate that Chen Feng and his own views on the logistics profession are surprisingly similar.
Logistics occupations are not limited to staying in the rear areas.
It can also enter the dungeon and kill monsters.
But this process requires more effort.
Fortunately, Chen Feng is such a hardworking person.
His training was no less vicious than the campers from other combat camps.
soon.
Summer camp comes to an end.
Chen Feng didn't remember how many days had passed.
He only knew that he had 2,900 more basic materials in his warehouse.
At the same time, during this stage of training, he mastered many melee skills required by combat professions.
It can be said that I have gained a lot.
In dummy testing, he was even able to score in the top 50 percent of camp.
This is simply a miracle for a logistics professional like him.
The day the camp ends.
Li Wenguang found him.
At this time, Chen Feng was bragging to Jiang Chen, telling the story of how he passed through all the obstacles and scared away the ghostly tree shadows.
"Chen Feng, you deserve this."
Li Wenguang handed the two envelopes to Chen Feng.
"This is?"
Chen Feng took it with both hands and was very curious.
Li Wenguang smiled faintly.
"I wrote you the referral letter from Jiutian Guild."
"As long as you are willing, you can join our guild at any time with this letter."
"Of course, it all depends on your own free will."
Chen Feng has no intention to join the guild yet, but there are only advantages and no disadvantages in accepting it.
But this made Jiang Chen red-eyed.
Turtle! Jiutian Guild!
The No. 1 Guild in Shangjing City is one of the best in the entire northwest area.
I heard that the lowest-ranking member of the guild gets a salary of 100,000 yuan every year.
But it's not over yet.
Chen Feng opened another letter.
Inside was a bank card.
"This is?"
Li Wenguang patted Chen Feng on the shoulder.
"The reward for outstanding campers is 30,000 yuan."
