Chapter 70 Bai Ji passes by
“Huh?”
Lu Bai was stunned for two seconds, and then realized that Liang Fuzhong had gone astray.
He knew very well that his predecessor was indeed drowned, otherwise he would not have come to this world.
Liang Fuzhong's idea was that the process was wrong, but the result was right.
After all, Lu Bai also didn't think it was an accident that his predecessor fell into the water.
The reason is very simple. Students in Death Fight School are not like students in ordinary schools who only learn knowledge in various subjects.
The so-called students are actually reserves for the Death Fighters.
In terms of physical fitness and cultural achievements, if you don't say you are particularly good, you must at least pass. In addition, you also need to learn additional professional skills.
Including but not limited to, swimming, driving, firearms shooting, etc...
You can even choose side skills such as fortune telling, acting, and magic.
In short, Death Fight School aims to train students in the direction of surviving no matter what situation they are thrown into.
They may look inconspicuous, but in fact, all of them are wilderness survival masters.
Under this premise, it just sounds unreasonable for someone to slip and fall into the water and drown.
"I just have a lot of things that I can't remember." Lu Bai found an excuse to deal with it.
He didn't know Teacher Liang very well, so naturally he wouldn't tell the whole story.
Liang Fuzhong patted Lu Bai on the shoulder: "If you have any doubts, you can tell me. No one dares to attack students in our school."
The social status of Death Fighters is high, and the importance of this group of reserve soldiers who are still in school will not be any lower.
In fact, if Lu Bai hadn't been alive when he was fished out of the river, this matter would not have been exposed so easily.
Lu Bai said "Yeah" and said nothing more.
The two walked in silence for a while, and unknowingly arrived at the foot of a teaching building.
"Okay, come to me anytime if you need anything."
Before parting, Liang Fuzhong gave a habitual reminder. At the end, he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, since you were conscious during the death match, what was your final ranking? Did you make it to the top 300?"
Lu Bai answered honestly: "I am number one."
Hearing this, Liang Fuzhong suddenly became happy: "Okay, you boy, don't tease me here, hurry up and register the information."
…
Spacious and bright classroom.
A middle-aged man with a veteran temperament stood on the podium, with an invisible sense of oppression in his eyes.
"I know that many of you are not satisfied with your results in the first round of Deathmatch, but I emphasize again that no student will be allowed to restart without authorization. Even if the results are worse, they will finish the three rounds honestly. Say it again.”
After listening to the teacher's warning, the students sitting in the classroom were quiet and had no objections.
As we all know, before officially becoming a Deathmatcher, you can not only choose to quit, but also restart.
Almost everyone regards the first three rounds as the stage of laying the foundation. If you feel that the foundation is not solid, you can go through the process again.
This is also the reason why Lu Bai still met some "old guns" in the first round of deathmatch.
Restart sounds beautiful, but based on experience over the years, those who restart too many times will not survive the fourth round.
So it is certain that this restart will have an impact on the subsequent deathmatch duels, but it is not yet clear what the bad side is. The best guess is that the random ability pool in subsequent rounds will be very awkward, or something else. negative impact.
If you compare it to a competitive game, the more times you restart, the lower the hidden score.
With such a mechanism in place, Death Fight School, a place that specializes in cultivating Death Fighters, will naturally not encourage restarting.
However, if you really fail in the first three rounds, it is normal to choose to restart.
No matter how bad it is, I will at least have a title before I try to enter the fourth round of deathmatch. "Let's do this for now. I won't waste your time anymore. Go down and get ready for the second round of deathmatch. After the second round, I don't want to see you still looking so depressed."
After that, the teacher simply cleaned up the platform and left quickly.
"Ah, so annoying."
"Let's relax for a few days first and then talk about it. How many games can we go to the Grand Lisboa?"
"Go, go, go!"
"Lao Zhu, do you want to play with iron?"
The classroom suddenly became noisy, and several students rushed out of the classroom carrying their bags.
Lu Bai sat in his seat and did not get up immediately.
If you look at the time, it's actually just after ten in the morning, and it's still a while before dinner.
By the way, basic cultural courses and physical fitness exercises are completed before the age of eighteen.
I don’t know how many times I have mentioned the various key points and precautions regarding deathmatch duels.
After the first deathmatch duel, not many courses will force students to attend. What they do during this month depends entirely on the students' own initiative.
Anyway, if you don’t take your life seriously, no one can save you.
Correspondingly, if students have any reasonable requirements, as long as they are raised, the school will try its best to meet them.
Even if you want to learn to drive a tank, the Academic Affairs Office will arrange professionals to teach you carefully.
Lu Bai was quite satisfied with this system, which allowed him to arrange his time freely without wasting time in boring classrooms.
"As things stand now, let's go eat first."
…
As time passed, the talent points on Lu Bai's personal interface were gradually converted.
The value of talent has no obvious effect in the real world, but it is not without effect.
For example, when it comes to learning fighting skills, the results are outstanding.
Out of the simple concept of shameful waste, Lu Bai took a large number of fighting courses in the following days.
Of course, these fighting styles are very scientific, and they cannot be so outrageous as pushing with both hands to create waves on the spot.
But in terms of martial arts and power generation techniques, there is still a lot to be desired.
He himself also has a certain foundation, and when he comes into contact with various schools in this world, he can more or less reflect each other.
Over time, the results were gratifying.
The talent of breaking ten allows him to easily form the correct muscle memory. With an inadvertent flash of inspiration, he can realize the redundant parts of countless routines and eliminate them.
Creating a style of your own may not be possible in a short period of time, but if you just want to improve your combat ability, then there is no problem.
During this period of time, Lu Bai basically lived a life between the school and the livable city, and rarely went to other parts of the underground city.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.
…
Bang!
The loud explosion echoed in the venue.
Lu Bai took off the protective gear on his head and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
"good."
A skinny old man took the protective gear from Lu Bai's hand, threw it onto the stool, and continued with a smile: "Your second round of deathmatch is tomorrow, right?"
(End of chapter)