The puppets' stage play

Chapter 308 Tester

"No stopping, no communication, keep running until I say yes, now, quick!"

Ahead is an endless runway, surrounded by deserted people. If you insist on saying it, there is only a smell similar to leather. He has a strong body and is only wearing a simple green coat. His very tough face is pointed at this side, roaring. road.

In today’s Life Blueprint discipline, there’s a bastard called the Rigid Body Instructor.

Yang Zizai cursed in his heart, turned around resignedly, and started running with about a dozen people around him, towards the distant horizon.

In front of everyone, there was a man with a cold face, like a piece of cold steel. He ignored others and ran alone ahead with firm eyes.

It seems that his name is Zhan Yanyan, Yang Zizai thought to himself. At the same time, he remembered the rumors about the other party. It is said that the other party was born on the battlefield. I wonder if it is because he has been trained by the military since he was a child and does not usually do anything. Communicate with them.

Moreover, Yang Zizai curled his lips. Every time he saw the cold eyes, he always felt that the other party disliked him. However, this was also his personal feeling, so he did not say it out loud.

"Bah, bah, bah..." Rhythmic breathing sounded in my ears, but it sounded like there was a leak.

Yang Zizai looked sideways. The man with his black hair tied back and dark red eyes was panting and running. Although he had only started running not long ago, his face already showed fatigue.

Oh, it's those guys.

He immediately remembered those people who had made a fool of themselves in class before, and this person was one of them. It must have been because of that that his energy was greatly damaged and he could no longer control his body.

"Botai, speed up."

The cold words of the instructor came from behind. The man with dark red eyes gritted his teeth and suddenly let go of his breath. His hands and feet became harder and harder, and his body became faster. He started to advance from the middle of the crowd and gradually approached the leading team in front.

"Every time you run, you must try your best. I only say this once. Next time, you will be punished directly." The instructor shouted coldly, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and they immediately accelerated their movements.

Click, click, click, the sound of rapid footsteps rang in the ears, and everyone rushed forward.

Click, Yang Zizai's heart went cold as he was running. There was a sound of breaking bones and a muffled sound in his throat.

"Pain is necessary. This is a warning to yourselves. I tell you to keep your spirits up." The instructor's cold words made the running people work harder, throwing away the unnecessary distractions and just running with all their heart.

"The first time you slack off, it's your arms. The pain will make you sober and understand what you should do."

The instructor's words were still coming, and there was a hint of support in his voice.

"The second time is your legs. Get rid of the numb parts. Use your waist and your unused body. Even if you are crawling, you must keep moving forward."

"The third time will defeat all your existing muscles and completely collapse them. At this time, you must feel carefully, discard the usual distractions, and use your 'heart' to understand your body deeply. "

"From zero to one, from one to ten, let your will deconstruct that too 'bloated' body and retain it in the form you want. This is the most preliminary warrior training."

Those words were so cold that they were almost sincere. His body began to heat up, and his brain became hot. However, correspondingly, his sense of touch became more sensitive and he silently listened to the other person's words.

Kaba, kaba.

"Those who say they can't do it and cry out in pain can just withdraw. We allow the first retreat, but not the second retreat. When the time comes, I will personally kill you, and I will personally deliver your bones." Going back."

Kaba, kaba, kacha.

"I will tell your relatives that I killed you because you were weak and unable to see yourself clearly. I will tell you everything you did and welcome your relatives to kill me."

Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick...

The sound of broken bones almost sounded like a line, but that cold voice still cut through the noise, blasting clearly and loudly in everyone's hearts.

Yang Zizai's vision went dark, and at the same time a severe pain surged into his heart. He gritted his teeth, and then stopped the cry of pain he was about to make. He just let his legs move forward, his body swaying, and he felt a little off-balance. .

The instructor on the side looked at him indifferently, stretched out his hand and broke the arm of the person next to him who was moving deformed. He looked at the beads of sweat falling from the person's forehead, and continued to walk towards the others who were slacking off or tired.

"In the old days, some people also called this method the 'March Method', as it was like marching at a high speed in order to gain a strategic advantage, leaving injured and weak people behind. Of course, we can also call it the 'Broken Ladder Method'. "

The foot became heavier and heavier, like stepping on cotton, the brain became dizzy, and the consciousness gradually sank, but in this, Yang Zizai faintly felt a strange aura.

That is.......

"Continuously discarding the relatively weak parts, the last thing left must be the most powerful part, and then further forge it and use it as the core to form your own new 'body'."

Poof, pain was felt on his face at the same time. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ground in front of him. His extremely heavy body was trembling, but he could not move another half step.

"Optimize, optimize, and optimize again until you become a 'perfect body'. Of course, this is only in a personal sense. It is just the body that is most suitable for you. Only then can you proceed to the next step of 'exercise'."

A black shadow blocked his eyes, and he struggled to turn his face sideways. In front of him was the cold face of the instructor.

"You need enough 'encouragement'." The instructor nodded and turned his body in a circle. A sense of fear and relief flashed through Yang Zizai's heart. (It's coming!) It's coming anyway.

Click, click.

Listening to the familiar voice and the pain coming from deep in his bones, he could barely control his body.

"Keep going, you're not at your limit yet."

The voice behind him sounded again, and Yang Zizi subconsciously raised his head and looked into the distance. Far away, the black-haired man ran forward with his arms hanging down, without saying a word.

That was a guy who entered school earlier than him, but that couldn't be used as an excuse.

Behind that person was a shaky man with dark red eyes, and another man with a ferocious expression. Only three of the original ten people were still running, and he... He lowered his head and looked at the earth-colored man. of ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

He shouted, not even the squirming or the stinging pain could stop him from moving forward. How could he give up? If he gave up now, he might as well die then!

The instructor looked at the roaring figure on the ground, a smile appeared on his originally cold face, and then left his face.

"Go on, this level is just a beginner's level, no, it's not even training for a novice. You guys are the worst class I've ever led!"

He roared loudly, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

Anger surged in the hearts of the students, and they continued to run forward without saying a word. They were all running until they completely lost consciousness.

Da da da.

The green along the way became thinner and thinner, blue white clouds wandered around, and even the air was filled with a sense of freshness.

"...This is it." The girl with long brown hair whispered, and the other women nodded seriously. Although there was a trace of uneasiness in their eyes, they could only move on.

The girl with an elegant temperament, as holy as a white lotus on the snow, was quietly among them. She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the scene in front of her.

It was an extremely tall, completely white door that was integrated with the surrounding walls. Without the touch screen in the center, it might not have been discovered in a short time.

A look of determination flashed in the brown-haired woman's eyes. She reached forward and pressed on the touch screen, and the white doors opened to both sides.

"........."

Several people looked at the place in front of them, which was said to be a study classroom, with doubts in their hearts.

After all, in the past half month, they were just studying some intellectual manuscripts. In the process, they also communicated with other people. Although they would not reveal each other's content, they also understood a truth.

Even though each alien has a different career direction, there are basically things that need to be mastered in the early stages. The teacher calls this the 'adaptation period'.

"We can only move forward." They whispered to dispel each other's worries, almost leaning on each other, and then walked in there.

"It's such a noisy sound." A light voice came from the side, and the women looked over there.

Belusa raised her head, and in front of her eyes was a woman with a fair face and a flaming red dress leaning against the wall. She had long red hair and bright red eyes, as if she were the embodiment of some kind of flame.

Their eyes met inadvertently, and the woman's face showed an expression of interest.

"Are you new?" She whispered, her eyes showing a look of confidence. She looked here with her head held high, a slightly mysterious smile on her face.

"As you can see, this is a place of reconstruction and a breeding ground for new idols." The red-haired woman simply explained and walked aside, ignoring the confused women behind her.

Even though there are idol cultivation bases in the outside world, the United Academy, which is directly affiliated with the federal center, also has a training base within the United Academy, which can compete with those screened candidates from the outside world for idol status.

It is precisely for this reason that some young girls apply here.

"But, where is the teacher..." they asked in confusion.

Belusa stared at that figure, feeling an inexplicable sense of antagonism in her heart. It seemed that the other figure was her archenemy... It didn't seem to be that. It should probably be regarded as a powerful enemy.

This room is surrounded by ring-shaped metal walls full of technology. From a distance, they look extremely smooth and even reflective.

"Teacher... If you have something to do at the moment, please entrust me to demonstrate it for you. I will only do it once. If you don't understand it, just give up as soon as possible." The red-haired girl's voice came from the front, with a hint of nonchalance. .

The women immediately looked at each other. The red-haired girl was standing in front of a coffin-shaped instrument operating it, looking extremely skilled.

"Oh, by the way, you'd better remember as soon as possible that that teacher is very lazy. She can only help you once, at least if you want to find her, you won't be able to find anyone."

The red-haired girl suddenly remembered how unreliable that guy was, and immediately added, although she didn't care, after all, she remembered it the first time for insurance, but these guys...

She stopped and looked at the women who were still looking at this side with blank expressions in the distance. Even the person who felt a little strange before was standing still and looking at this side.

The future is worrying, she made a decision.

"Come here." He shook his head in his heart, opened his lips slightly, and invisible restraints instantly enveloped the women. They walked towards this side with expressions of uncertainty and involuntary fear on their faces.

It's just that... the red-haired girl raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the motionless frost-haired girl, who was also staring at her. Inexplicably, she felt a little unhappy.

"Logically speaking, you should follow the advice of 'seniors', freshman." She looked at the man, and words came out of her mouth like words with thorns.

"If that's correct, I will decide for myself, redhead." Belusa nodded and said solemnly, picking up a name for the other party, after all, she didn't say it.

The corner of the red-haired girl's mouth twitched, and her expression turned into disgust for a moment, and then she calmed down and returned to her previous indifferent expression, with only a slight frown on her brows.

"It's my fault, then, just state your name here." She decisively admitted her mistake, and then her expression became elegant, as if she was on the stage.

"Idol candidate, Yuan Yunv, Han Shiyin." A bright smile suddenly appeared on her face. It was a bright expression like a flower. It was domineering and strong, but also revealed a perfect expression of tolerance.

"In this way." Belusa nodded, with a look of understanding in her eyes. Indeed, she heard her aunt say that since the rise of that young girl, people's expectations for idols have been greatly expanded, and the original standards have naturally risen again and again. .

However, after the other party abdicated, the four selected people still failed to meet the public's expectations. After barely surviving one year of performances and two years of hiding, they announced that they would be relieved of their relevant positions and began screening again.

In the near future, people are most looking forward to a woman named Ibel, and the woman named Ran Xiuzhu, who was recently promoted by the Goddess Faction, is both highly anticipated by the public.

Although my aunt didn't like to talk about idols, she admitted that these two people were indeed okay. At the same time, she also mentioned another name.

"Belusa Nolen, a student of United First Academy." Belusa said calmly, while looking at the other person, she was the woman in front of her.

Han Shiyin frowned, looking here with a hint of resistance, not hiding her emotions at all.

"It's no wonder that you are from the royal family." She almost sneered, then she turned her head and ignored her, "I'll only do it once, watch it!"

She turned her back to everyone, a dark look flashed in her eyes, then returned to normal, and began to explain the specific methods of operation. Looking at the large and small buttons on the operation screen, the women suddenly felt a little frightened.

Belusa didn't care about the other party's attitude. After all, if you really want to talk about it, the two of them can be regarded as relatives. However, they are relatives as far away as possible. If the other party had not become an outstanding wandering girl, I am afraid that the Nolen family would also be the same. They won't notice each other.

After all, although this is a patrilineal clan, it is a clan that has long abandoned the other mother and daughter.

However, for Han Shiyin, it was probably the same, so when faced with the secret solicitation from the Nolen family, she refused without hesitation and declared that she would never work for them.

The Nolen family was furious. Even though it was not as strong as before, it still had strong strength. Naturally, Han Shiyin was suppressed to a certain extent because of this. The originally promising opponent was hit by obstacles everywhere and was shunned by others.

Although her aunt was dissatisfied with the behavior of the Nolen family, she did not stop it. She didn't care that much about outsiders, let alone those who might be hostile to her.

Therefore, although it seems absurd that Han Shiyin will join the newly established United First Academy, when you think about it carefully, it is very reasonable.

"Here, there, and there." Han Shiyin directed, and the girls walked forward with blank expressions.

Lines of pure white 'coffins' rose up from the originally empty ground. The upper lid moved to one side, revealing the space inside, which was a residence that could accommodate one person.

"Go in there and start today's topic. The same thing, I will only say it once."

"Analyze 76,000 emotions and write down the corresponding analysis. The guy will review it later. Remember, it cannot be missing. For every missing emotion, ten points will be deducted. There is no lower limit. Of course, it is a negative aspect."

Han Shiyin explained very quickly. The girl supported her body and slowly lay down in it. The lid slowly rose to cover it.

"By the way, there are corresponding instructions in it. You can also dig up the relevant background. Although it doesn't add points, it is still a good experience. If you encounter danger, remember to report it. There will usually be a panel."

Ding, ding!

{"The experimenter has entered the warehouse and the deduction is in progress...completed."}

An inorganic sound came from the air, and a transparent circle appeared on the surface of the white 'coffin', which was showing green light at this moment.

"Green is safe, yellow is physically dangerous, blue is mentally impaired, and red means it's going to end."

Han Shiyin turned around and looked at the remaining person in front of her. Although there was dissatisfaction in her eyes, she still explained responsibly.

"What about control?" Belusa asked.

"The control system here is in charge. I will leave after that. Don't worry." Han Shiyin emphasized leaving, raising his head and squinting his eyes slightly.

"You go too, I'll leave as soon as I finish the operation."

"...Hmm." Belusa nodded, and then entered the only empty coffin. She couldn't help but think that it was probably based on the number of people entering, and there was not a place for her. .

She lay down, the lid in front of her eyes gradually closing, and uncontrollable sleepiness suddenly came over her like a tide.

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"...!"

She opened her eyes, and in front of her was a scene of busy traffic. People in suits were elegantly dressed and moving forward eagerly. There were vehicles on the road, and pedestrians were pulling their pets, looking at the place with curious eyes.

"This is..." She murmured, but a strange light screen appeared in front of her eyes, with several numbers on it.

Tester: Belusa.

Test location: F world.

Test content: sub-sentiment analysis.

Test time: 100 years.

Welcome, tester, this is the 2344th run of the derivative world. I hope you can gain something after completing your coursework. I will record your footprints. Please leave your traces in this world.

Test - start.