I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

In the cafeteria of Kassel College, which is comparable to St. Peter's Cathedral, there are only a few people here and there as it is not yet lunch time. Two students from China are sitting across from each other at a dining table.

Han Qingcheng, who has never been particular about food, was full of praise for the skills of the Kassel Academy chef team. He never expected that he could eat such authentic Chinese food in a foreign country.

Chu Zihang still invited this meal, saying that he was apologizing for being too harsh in the test just now.

"By the way, senior brother, did you learn all those mixed martial arts skills in the academy?"

Han Qingcheng asked vaguely with half of the braised lion's head stuffed in his mouth.

Compared to Han Qingcheng, Chu Zihang, who is much more polite in his attitude, nodded: "Yes, there are many types of fighting tutorials in the academy. I have also learned Bajiquan, but it is only at the entry level."

This is not modesty. After all, compared to Han Qingcheng, who has been practicing hard for more than ten years, his level is at best considered entry-level.

However, Chu Zihang is not specialized in any one fighting technique.Proficient in almost a dozen fighting techniques, he can always use the right move at the right time.

"Senior brother is my senior brother. He beat me until I lost my temper. If it weren't for my senior brother's mercy, I would probably have a bruised nose and a swollen face now."

After swallowing the braised lion's head in his mouth, Han Qingcheng reached out and grabbed a charcoal-grilled lamb chop.

In the morning test, the consumption of both chakra and physical strength was a bit high. At this time, he was really hungry.

"No, actually I won very reluctantly before."

Chu Zihang stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Han Qingcheng with a serious look on his face.

The serious expression of the paralyzed killing god made Han Qingcheng on the opposite side full of questions. It seemed that he was not being modest.

"Your close combat ability is very strong. During that period, I was actually very weak in defense. However, you have insufficient actual combat experience, and it is obvious that you have little understanding of mixed martial arts skills. So I used lock skills to defeat you. In fact, It’s a trick.”

"But fighting with bare hands is not my strong point. If you give me a knife, it should be much easier."

Chu Zihang's expressionless look allows you to easily read the word "serious" from his face.

Sure enough, senior brother is never modest, he just tells the truth.

"Practical combat experience is an indispensable part of strength. If you lose, you lose. There are no tricks. But I will practice hard and try to beat you without a knife next time."

Han Qingcheng didn't care.

His grandfather, who was always smiling on weekdays and was like a devil coach when practicing boxing, once told him a truth repeatedly.

Winning is winning, losing is losing.There is nothing left to chance.If you lose, you just need to become stronger and win again.

Grandpa once said that boxing is a punch and a kick, something soaked in sweat and blood.

Grandpa once said that if you want to win, there is only one way - just let the enemy fall in front of you.

Grandpa once said...

How come this damn girl is the same as the knife girl? Grandma always says it!

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After returning to the dormitory, he took a shower and changed his clothes. Han Qingcheng, who had never been in the habit of taking a nap, closed his eyes on the bed and refined his chakra for a while before rushing towards the execution department.

To be honest, he is now eager for the system to release more tasks.

Because he wants to become stronger quickly!

He knew very well what kind of person his mentor Schneider was. Didn't he see that Chu Zihang became a task machine for the execution department after joining his disciple?

And he is definitely there wherever there is danger.

If you don't improve your strength quickly, you might be thrown into a dragon's cave by Schneider and eaten alive.

I have neither words nor blood, and the krypton gold system does not support it. If I want to become stronger, I can only rely on liver tasks.

If it weren't for the proficiency in physical skills given to him in the last mission and his original boxing skills, he would have been beaten by his facially paralyzed senior brother that morning.

When he walked into Schneider's office, Schneider was looking at a map of unknown location carefully.

The densely packed red dots and green dots on the map were scattered all around, and there were intertwined dotted lines that made Han Qingcheng feel a headache.

"The summer vacation will be in one month. I don't plan to let you follow this class of students. Anyway, you will have to take these classes next semester."

While speaking, Schneider turned to glance at him, and then fixed his gaze on the map.

"During this period, you will mainly carry out physical training, and I have also arranged several fighting classes for you. Your foundation is very good, but your methods are not comprehensive enough. These classes will bring you improvement. In addition, firearms learning will also start tomorrow. Let’s begin. The era of using cold weapons to slay dragons has finally passed, and every student at Cassel College needs to learn the use of modern weapons.”

Han Qingcheng nodded when he heard this.

After all, no matter how advanced the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives.

Ninjas are all high in attack and low in imitation. Before they can't drive a Gundam, even an ordinary pistol can kill him.

Moreover, China is the country with the strictest gun control in the world. He has never touched a real gun in his two lives plus more than 40 years, but in fact, how can there be a man who is completely indifferent to such violent hot weapons?

Aren’t the first dreams of little boys all about wearing white horses and holding swords or wearing black clothes and carrying guns?

"By the way, Professor Guderian will be at the college throughout the summer vacation. I have entrusted him to provide you with some irregular dragon knowledge teachings. Just think of it as a preview of your homework."

The boss is the boss, and on the second day after he came to the academy, he made clear arrangements for his entire summer life.

Even if none of them were done by his mentor himself.

Schneider lowered his head and typed a few times on the keyboard in front of him, finally bringing the matter at hand to an end.

Raising his head, his iron-gray eyes stared straight at Han Qingcheng, his hoarse voice a bit harsh.

"Yesterday when you applied to me to join the execution department, I thought you might not understand what the word "execution department" means at all.

But I have still approved your application.Because I think a student who can kill a Deadpool by himself before entering school is born to slay dragons.

But now there is a ready opportunity for you to realize what the executive department of Kassel College is like. "

Schneider said coldly and threw a black bag on the table to Han Qingcheng.

Taking the thrown bag, Han Qingcheng looked inside the unclosed opening and saw that it was a folded black dress.

Executive department's standard trench coat.

"Four days later, war practice class. The participants this time are mainly first-year students, and some outstanding second-year students."

"You broke another record of Kassel Academy by participating in the war practice class as an unenrolled cadet."

Han Qingcheng, who was holding the bag, was stunned on the spot.

What kind of luck is this, taking part in the war practice class in the first week of school!

Please!I am a newbie who has never even touched a gun!

Schneider, are you serious about sending your students to such a dangerous place?