The Evil Generation of Pirates

"No... no... really?" Yamos asked. .

The senior looked at it again: "No, there are only three people in your grade who passed, xDrake, Smoker, and Hina, all rated A. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

No one spoke. The senior put the paper away, arranged his raincoat, and left their dormitory.

"Ah..." Hughes was reading a novel. When he heard the news, he immediately put down the book and said with a smile, "Ah, it's okay, Yamos, it's just a test for the monster class!"

"Yeah, yeah, it's not that important. At worst, I'll train for a few more months. Then I'll go in when I'm stronger." Doe also said.

Derek had no comfort, and he didn't know how to comfort Yamos. He looked at Yamos, who had no expression on his face and didn't know what he was thinking.

After talking for a while, Hughes and Doe were also speechless. They looked at each other awkwardly, and Yamos remained motionless.

Soon, Yamos got out of bed and put on some clothes casually.

"Hey, Yamos." Derek stopped Yamos, "You..."

"Nothing." Yamos took out his raincoat from the closet under his bed and put it on his body, "I'm going out."

After that, Yamos walked out of the dormitory.

Hughes and Doe looked at Drake together.

"We... need to go out and have a look, I'm worried that guy will do something outrageous." Hughes said.

Derek hesitated for a moment. He didn't know whether it was better to go out or not. Finally, he picked up a coat and put it on: "Let's go."

……

Teaching building, Zefa's office

"Bang bang bang." Yamos knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The voice didn't sound like Zefa, but instead sounded like his class teacher.

Yamos opened the door, and his rain boots made a crisp sound on the wooden floor.After he walked in, he stopped and closed the door again.

Zefa was immersed in reviewing something while wearing glasses, while Portes was sitting unruly in the corner of the desk, smoking a cigarette.He looked at Yamos, who was wearing a black raincoat, a raincoat hood, and a pair of dead fish eyes.

"You guy, you don't know how to take off your raincoat before coming in! The rain has soaked the floor. Remember to clean up later." Portus complained while holding a cigarette.

Zefa looked up at Yamos, and he closed the items in his hands: "Is it because of the monster class that you came so late?"

"Yes." Yamos reached out and took off his hood. His black hair was soaked with some rainwater and now became wet. "How are my grades?"

"You." Zefa showed the final score sheet to Portes.

Portus crushed the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, took the score sheet, looked through it, and quickly read: "The power value is three hundred and three, the theory score is A, the swordsmanship score is B, the physical skill score is B, The overall score is B. What a pity, it’s just a little short of reaching the A level.”

"Is there no chance to enter the monster class?" Yamos asked.

"Yeah, what else? You still want to go through the back door? I'm kidding you." Portus flipped through the grade sheet casually, put it back on the table, picked up the crushed half cigarette, lit it and started smoking again.

"I want to try again." Yamos took a deep breath and said, "The opportunity is very important to me."

Portus rolled his eyes and said, "Who do you think you are? Just try to fight for it. Go back and let nature take its course."

"I'm not asking for this opportunity." Yamos looked directly at Portes and said seriously, "I need this opportunity. I have to enter the monster class. Although my power level is not as high as theirs, my power level is still high. It cannot be a measure of a person’s complete strength.”

"What do you mean? Do you want to show that your strength is not inferior to those in the monster class and you still want to fight?" Portus raised his eyebrows.

"Whatever." Yamos said, "Prove my strength. Even if I am not strong enough to enter the monster class, one day I will surpass them."

"The tone is quite loud." Portus snorted and finished smoking. He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and yawned, "Teacher, how should I deal with it."

Zefa lowered his head to review the document: "What he said makes sense. The main reason is that his power level lowered his grades, and besides the three qualified people, he is the closest to A-level in the whole grade."

"I understand what you mean, you have to be soft-hearted again." Portus said.

"Weren't you the same way at the beginning? If I didn't give you a chance, how could you enter the monster class?" Zefa retorted.

Portus shrugged. If he had to say that he really couldn't speak to Zefa, after all, Zefa had the handle on all the bad things back then. Zefa was a very straight person, and he would often shake him in front of outsiders. It fell down and made him very embarrassed.

"Ah, okay, I'll give you a chance." Portus breathed out, put his hands in his pockets, and stood up, "But the first thing is, no matter whether you work hard or not, and whether you can enter the monster class in the future. You need to be self-aware. With your strength and level, there is still a big gap between you and the monsters. Even the other three students who qualified to enter are not very impressive in terms of their results. Yamos listened, but Nothing was said.

"Okay, since you want to prove that your strength is higher than what is estimated in the strength test, then you have to give it a try." Portus walked over, "I will be your opponent, can you Get my approval, and you'll be lucky to become the first member of the monster class to be rated B."

Portus said as he walked to Yamos, took down the raincoat from the hanger, and opened the door: "Let's go? What's the matter, do you still want to stay here and fight?"

Yamos glanced at Portes and walked out. Portes held the raincoat in one hand and closed the door with the other, following behind Yamos.

"I heard from old man Zefa that we are very similar." Portus said while putting on his raincoat.

Yamos was thinking that this was not the first time someone had said this.White once said that he was very similar to Kuzan, a blue pheasant. Kuzan even came to see him specifically because of this: "No, we are not similar at all."

"Actually, I think what the old man said is quite interesting. He said that you trained very hard. I also trained very hard back then, and I was surrounded by a group of people with abilities who had eaten Devil Fruit." Portus put on his raincoat, and the two He was very fast, and he had already walked from the third floor to the first floor, "But don't blame others, work hard when you should. If you perform well later, it's not impossible to be something like an auditor and enter the monster class." Well."

The two of them had arrived at the lobby on the first floor as they spoke, and Drake, Hughes, and Doe happened to walk in wearing raincoats.

Two groups of people collided. Portus stopped and his expression changed: "What's going on? Are you trying to trick me? Do you want to have a group fight?"

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