Chapter 185 can't teach

   "Second, what's the situation? I'm wretched..."

  The simulation field ended suddenly. A middle-aged man who was touching people's buttocks in the crowd on the streets of a certain town ignored the punches and kicks of others, and looked at the personal panel stupidly, with surprise in surprise.

  …

   "Holy shit, third, pick up the leak, pick up the leak, this time I really picked up the big leak!"

  On a certain pirate ship, the fat cook swallowed hard, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

  …

   "Is Paul so fierce? He led all the way to the end and killed all the people in front."

   Fengwei Island.

  The examinee who saw the location of the chart of fate a few thousand meters away was shocked, "Snooping can also make it into the top ten, really **** it..."

  …

   Simulate off-site.

A black-haired young man climbed out of the assessment cabin, his face livid: "Big fierce, big fierce, what the hell, I have nothing to do to grab the Poseidon scepter, why don't you just sit there and don't move anything, the people in front are all dead, I can also enter the top ten..."

  …

  A densely packed super-large room full of screens.

   There are many experts and scholars sitting in the room, and a display screen is placed in front of each of them.

  These experts and scholars, each wearing earphones, focused on tracking the players on the screen, writing and drawing on the notebook in front of them from time to time, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of the candidates...

at this time.

  The large screen in the middle was frozen on the picture of Duge and Jan Sini holding the Poseidon scepter at the same time.

The rest of the small screens show the images of other candidates. Most of them are brushing their attributes, and some are using their skills to find the chart of fate on the ocean; , was chased and killed by the squatting examinees...

  But the people standing in front of the big screen no longer care about the other players on the small screen.

A gray-haired old man spit back the tea he had just drunk into his mouth, widened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "17, it's only been over a month! The only ones left who were abruptly killed by him in the simulation field There are 17 people down, who is this Paul? Quick, call me his information..."

  Beside Nan Youlong with a black line on his head, he said in a low voice: "Looking at this style, it should be that **** Duge."

   "Dug?" The gray-haired old man was taken aback for a moment, "The people from Pan-Universe named him to join the Alien Battlefield."

"Yes, the first simulation field was ended by him in less than a month. The second simulation field collapsed after playing for more than half a month and was forcibly terminated. The style of doing things is adventurous and impulsive, and he does not stick to one pattern. , He will never be allowed to enter the alien battlefield." Nan Youlong's brows twitched unconsciously, and he sighed, "Before entering this simulation field, I have asked him to keep it safe and wait for more time." He worked **** the key words, unexpectedly, he ended the simulation field in just over a month..."

   "This guy..." The gray-haired old man was stunned for a while, before uttering a few words, "He's a talent."

"Minister Nan, don't be too confident. What if it's not him? I don't believe that a first-year freshman can pass the level-2 simulation field in a month." A young man in his twenties and twenties next to him frowned and said, "This simulation field There are several good seedlings from aristocratic families..."

   There is a name written on the work card on his chest: Fang Yan.

  At this time, a staff member delivered a stack of recently printed reports to the gray old man.

  Nan Youlong and Fang Yan moved their heads together at the same time.

  First place: Duge; serial number: 48699527; keyword: happy.

"hapiness?"

  Three people exclaimed at the same time.

   "How did he do it?" Fang Yan asked in horror.

  Nan Youlong had a hellish expression: "Happiness? It turned out to be happiness. I always thought it had something to do with chaos!"

   "Call me all the happy data from the previous examination room." The gray-haired old man turned his head and ordered the staff, and then looked at Nan Youlong again, "You bring me Duge's overall evaluation."

   "Yeah." Nan Youlong nodded, turned to leave, and muttered as he walked, "Happiness, it turned out to be happiness? How is it possible? How did he do it?"

  Two to ten candidates were naturally ignored by them.

  …

   About twenty minutes later.

  The gray-haired old man, Nan Youlong, Fang Yan, and seven or eight experts in their fifties came to a small conference room.

  Everyone here has a copy of Duge's information at hand, and everyone is looking at the information in front of them attentively.

   There were clicks of clicks in the office from time to time.

   Obviously.

  Duge's several simulated field experiences brought them a huge shock.

   "Almost finished reading, what do you think?" The gray-haired old man was the first to read the information in his hand. He waited quietly for a while, and saw that most people looked up, coughed lightly, and asked.

"General Fu, Duge was very ordinary when he was in school, but when he entered the simulation field, he seemed to be a different person. He should be that kind of explosive talent." A middle-aged man named Zhuo Cheng said, "He can always It may be a coincidence to use some ordinary keywords to play new advanced skills once or twice, but it is his own ability to take the first place in the simulation field three times and finish the simulation field in about a month. Guyun is not as good as him at his age."

"In the previous simulation field, the keyword happiness appeared 2,800 times, and the best score was 374th place. On the Alien Battlefield, the keyword happiness won the championship also at zero. I can't figure out what he did. Derivative skills." A middle-aged man next to Zhuocheng smiled wryly, "Minister Nan, haven't you contacted him?"

   "General Fu refused." Nan Youlong shook his head.

"There are still two and a half months, and a new round of Alien Battlefield is about to start. We must come up with a suitable training plan for Duge." General Fu looked around the crowd, "I have a feeling that as long as he is not around Falling in the middle, perhaps, he is the next Hua Guyun. 18 years old, he is too young."

"Yes! For such a young man, if you give him another two years, no, one year to grow up and polish off the restless factors in his character, he will have a greater chance of surviving on the Alien Battlefield." Zhuo Cheng said, "18 years old, too young, with such an impulsive personality, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive even a round of Alien Battlefield!"

   "Why can't you suppress him for a year?" A middle-aged man named Bai Jiang asked.

  Nan Youlong said: "He crashed the simulation field in the last assessment, and the people in the sky called him to participate."

   There was a silence.

General Fu knocked on the table, and said with a serious face: "The matter of Duge's going to the alien battlefield is a foregone conclusion. All of you here are the most experienced trainers. I only have one request for you. Take out The most suitable training method for Duge is to try to make him survive the first round of the Alien Battlefield. As long as he can survive the first round, we will have the opportunity to further train him..."

  Several experts looked at each other, and Bai Jiang said: "General Fu, the summary on paper is too general. We want to see the replays of Duge's three simulation fields before we can come up with specific strategies."

  General Fu nodded.

  Nan Youlong was prepared and pressed the play button on the desktop.

  The screen switched to Feng Mansion, the moment Duge opened his eyes from the bed...

  General Fu changed to a comfortable position and cast his eyes on the screen.

  …

   Three hours later.

  The screen freezes.

  In the office, the expressions on everyone's faces are wonderful.

   "How to say?" General Fu asked.

   "Unconstrained style. Eclectic." Bai Jiang said.

   "It's not like what the academy taught." Zhuo Cheng frowned.

"In the third simulation field, he probably planned to keep a low profile at the beginning, but in the end he couldn't help but flip the table." An expert named Meng Yonghu said, "This is his character hidden in his bones, and, for three consecutive games, he Everyone has tasted the sweetness from it, and it is impossible to reverse his concept in just two months."

"Unless his personality can really be stabilized, otherwise, it will be difficult to survive the first alien battlefield." Fang Yan shook his head, "It was too impulsive. There were several times when he survived by luck. On the alien battlefield The fighters are not as immature as the candidates..."

   "What I want is a way to improve his ability, not to listen to your complaints." General Fu knocked on the table, dissatisfied.

   "I can't teach you." Bai Jiang shook his head again, "General Fu, his character has already been finalized."

   "It would be great if Duge was born in an aristocratic family." Zhuo Cheng said, "His understanding of key words, coupled with the cultivation of the aristocratic family, can become the next Hua Guyun. Now, it is too difficult."

"General Fu, it's useless for us to intervene at this time. Find some successful examples for him in the past and let him learn from them!" Meng Yonghu said. Extremely high, external force interferes, he is obedient on the surface, but he won't listen in his heart..."

  (end of this chapter)