The Evil Generation of Pirates

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"Qiang!" Yamos knelt down on one knee, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and supporting himself with the sword. He spit out a mouthful of blood. The rain blurred his vision. He heard Hughes and Doe calling him. name, and then his body collapsed to the ground.Mobile terminal m..

The battle was over, and Drake, Hughes, and Doe all rushed towards Amos.

Yamos was lying on his back in the rain, drinking the rainwater with his mouth open, and panting.

Portus took a few steps back, lowered his hands, and watched the three people go over to help Amos.

"You can still play well with the sword, you are a strong talker." Portus murmured. He lowered his head and glanced at the raincoat on his left arm. There was a cut there, and even a trace of thorns came from his arm. It hurt, which meant that Yamos's sword was fast enough to hurt him.

"Are you okay?!" Derek asked as he helped Yamos up.

Yamos frowned and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, looking at Portus: "Do you want to continue?"

"Okay." Portus said.

"Hey! Teacher!" Hughes stopped him.

Yamos pushed Hughes away and started to stand up with difficulty: "I definitely want to enter the monster class."

"Come on, you talkative guy." Portus waved and motioned to Drake and the others to help Yamos, "I'm just barely qualified. You can learn the Iai Slash in a month, and you can still hurt me a little bit. That means you can still hurt me a little." You have some talent in swordsmanship, let’s go.”

After speaking, Portus turned and started to leave.

"Teacher!" Doe shouted loudly, "Can Amos enter the monster class?"

"You don't understand me, you idiot!" Portus walked further and further away.

Doe was scolded but was not depressed. Instead, the three of them looked at Yamos in surprise: "It's done!"

"Ha." Yamos breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and chuckled.

"I said you can do it, Yamos! Hahahaha! There are two monsters in our dormitory!" Hughes looked at Yamos and was even happier.

Yamos sighed helplessly and wiped the rain from his face: "Now that you have passed, you should carry me back to the dormitory. I don't have a raincoat and I will catch a cold..."

"Oh, yes, yes!" The tall Doe carefully squatted down and carried Yamos on his back. Drake and Hughes supported him on both sides, and the group began to rush to the dormitory in the heavy rain.

Yamos felt very tired. Even though he was drenched by the rain, he couldn't help but want to close his sore eyes and take a rest.

After returning to the dormitory, Doe shouted: "Finally back, Yamos, please change your clothes quickly."

"This guy is asleep," Drake said.

It was inconvenient for Doe to put down Yamos, so he twisted his head back to see how Yamos was doing: "Huh? Can you fall asleep like this?"

"I guess I've been under too much pressure recently, and now I can finally relax." Hughes sighed, then walked to Amos's bed, opened his closet, and randomly took a few pieces of Amos' clothes, "Doe , take off Yamos’ clothes, wipe his body, and change into these clothes after wiping him.”

"Ah...I...shall I change...for him?" Doe was stunned.

"What are you talking about, grown man?" Hughes hung the clothes on Doe's shoulders and lifted the kettle on the side, "I'll make a kettle of hot water."

He said and ran away.

Doe looked at Derek helplessly.

Derek groaned, slowly folded the raincoat and put it aside, and moved outside the dormitory: "I'll borrow some topical medicine from another dormitory, and I'll apply it to him after you change his clothes."

"You..." Doe was about to cry without tears.

……

next morning

Before five o'clock, Yamos's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

"Huh...huh...huh..." On the other side of the bed, Doe's pig-like snoring was loud. Hughes, who was opposite him, was motionless on the bed with earplugs and a blindfold.

He stood up and looked at Derek, who was also sleeping and breathing slightly and evenly.

"Ah..." Yamos looked down at his clothes and several wounds covered with medicine, and recalled the scene of yesterday's battle with Portes.

During the last blow, I felt that the sword seemed to have hurt Portus. It was probably because he could learn the Iai Slash within a month that Portus was satisfied and let him enter the monster class.

Lying down again, Yamos stared at the roof, listening to the breathing of several roommates, but felt particularly peaceful.

At this moment, there is a feeling that the hard work has finally paid off.

He smiled.

I am happy that I can enter the monster class, but I am also worried at the same time.The actual class number of the monster class is zero, and it is also class zero.Because to enter the monster class, you need to pass four assessments, the physical fitness and do force test to measure combat power, and the assessment of learning progress in swordsmanship, physical skills, and theory within one month. Only if three of the four courses are graded A-level, you can Enter the monster class.It is precisely because of such harsh admission conditions and the small number of students in it that all of them are terrifyingly powerful, like humanoid monsters. Over time, Class Zero is often called the 'Monster Class'.

Yamos is also worried about what will happen after entering this class.

What is the difference between training and other ordinary classes?What kind of background do the five students from the franchised countries have?

While thinking wildly, the time reached six o'clock, and the alarm clock on Hughes's bedside rang.As soon as he heard the bell, Derek's eyes opened and he sat up to wake himself up more.

Hughes rubbed his groggy eyes, slowly got up from the bed and turned off the alarm clock. He still slept like a dead pig in front of Doe on the bed, and the ringing of the alarm clock did not affect his good sleep at all.

"Idiot, wake up!" Hughes yawned and patted Doe's cheek with his hand.

"Ah, sleep a little longer..." Doe took away Hughes' hand and continued to sleep with his arms and legs open.

"Wait to be late!" Hughes yelled dissatisfied, got dressed and got out of bed, wearing a chicken coop hairstyle, and went out to wash up with a basin.

Yamos also sat up and looked at all this. These were the daily routine of the dormitory, scenes that happened every day.

"How's it going?" Derek had already put on his clothes.

Yamos glanced at Derek and said: "Very good, resurrected with full health. But... you guys are really considerate."

Derek naturally understood what Yamos meant. It must be about changing clothes and applying medicine. When he heard this, even he couldn't help but smile: "Doe changed it for you. He is a very thoughtful guy."

Yamos looked at Doe, that fat man who made pig noises, how could he not be associated with delicacy...

"Let's go and wash up. I'll report later." Derek got out of bed and took the washbasin and other toiletries from the table under the bed.

"Okay." Yamos stretched his body and got out of bed. He carried the washbasin and followed Derek out of the dormitory. When he walked to Doe's bed, he jumped up and patted it with his hand. Doe's round belly, "Wake up idiot!"

"You guys are so annoying..." Doe muttered and turned around to continue sleeping.

Yamos chuckled and went to the water room with Derek.

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