Urban God-level Selection System

Green is one of the martial arts instructors of the Holy Wing Knight Academy. He served as a great knight during the troubled times and led the troops to fight against the invasion of the devil. For this, the king personally awarded the Medal of Honor.

This represents the greatest glory of the knight's life.

No one could tell that the middle-aged man Green, standing in front of the students, was actually over 70.

He is tall and burly, with a rugged face pierced into a beard like a steel pin.

His eyes were especially sharp, staring at someone was like a flash of lightning struck instantly, and no one shuddered.

At this moment, he glanced at the students who lined up from low to high in front of him.

His eyes slowly moved from the young man who was like an iron tower to the shortest young man in front of the team.

The young man looked immature and his figure was thin. The coat was draped on him like a dead branch.

This is really not the style a knight should have.

Green stood with his hand, very cold and majestic, and said: "It's still the old rules, three laps!"

The three circles are the three circles of the whole school, starting from the north gate and going around the whole school.

Usually it takes three hours or more to walk a lap. As for running, it takes less than an hour and a half, but Green’s rule can only be forty minutes.

The title of this demon mentor is derived from such harsh training.

Twenty students ran forward one by one, and only the thin and weak young man remained, his face was a little pale, and a little sickness remained.

Green asked: "Zhang Wanlin, don't you run?"

Not running means deducting behavior points.

Can run, for Zhang Wanlin still means deduction of behavior points.

"I'm just preparing."

Zhang Wanlin took a deep breath and followed the crowd.

He could feel the stone beating in his pocket as he ran.

He once remembered that he put it by the bed and did not take it with him.

Green watched the crowd drift away and took out a thick notebook.

This is a record of students' daily conduct.

He turned to the familiar page with his name written on it: Zhang Wanlin.

The surname has been hidden, which has nothing to do with his family.

It records Zhang Wanlin's physique assessment: Endurance: extremely poor.

Physical strength: very poor.

Explosive power: extremely poor.

Intelligence: Above average, although it is good compared to some other people, it is not too good.

It's more than enough.

Responsiveness: In many tests, it is considered to be inferior, and training numbers can be issued later, but there is no hope.

... At the end, Green was finally noticed by one: excellent reaction ability.

I don't know which instructor wrote this, maybe I am dim-eyed.

The morning dew hung in the leaves, and the sun's rays fell deep inside, jumping and dancing.

The group of people in the mottled light under the shade of the tree had already left, leaving only Zhang Wanlin holding the tree trunk and breathing heavily.

After recovering from a serious illness, he just ran less than 500 meters and was exhausted, and this was not one-tenth of the total distance.

At this time, he felt that he was too thin.

Sitting and resting under the tree for a while, his breath became even better before he got up and set off.

Outside the grove is a blazing sun, and the tall buildings look like magnificent giants holding the sun overlooking the earth.

Some students chased after Zhang Wanlin, or looked at him with disdain or sympathy.

This is their second lap, but Zhang Wanlin has not yet completed the first lap.

After completing a lap from the south gate to the north gate of the academy, Zhang Wanlin almost exhausted all of Zhang Wanlin's strength. He was almost tottering after running, and his body was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit.

Venus collapsed in my brain.

Green stood there waiting for him. All the students had finished running for the next training.

"It's faster than last time."

Green Road.

"Thank you."

Despite being uncomfortable, Zhang Wanlin still tried his best to be polite.

"You worked hard and tried your best, so I won't deduct your daily behavior."

Zhang Wanlin breathed a sigh of relief.

Green's tone suddenly became heavy: "Zhang Wanlin, in fact, you are not suitable for being a knight."

Of course Zhang Wanlin knew this. He only said it through the mouth of others. Although he didn't intentionally hurt people, there was still a thorn deep into his heart, which made people feel inexplicably heartache.

At Green's request, Zhang Wanlin did not attend the next training course, but dismissed it first.

He lay wearily on the lawn, looking at the blue sky and the slowly moving clouds.

The inexhaustible depth can always fill Zhang Wanlin's heart, making him appear ethereal.

So, nothing has anything to do with him.

Zhang Wanlin's second class was herbal medicine. He was the latest one, but there were only a few people in the classroom.

Herbal medicine is an elective course. No one would choose this because it is obscure and difficult to understand and there are so many things to remember.

Most of the students who take this course are credits or professional development tendencies.

And Zhang Wanlin, just out of interest.

His unforgettable memory and ingenuity helped him learn herbal medicine quickly, and he had even read the whole-year herbal textbook within a year, and he also mastered some techniques such as harvesting, refining, and corruption.

This allowed Reagan, the herbal mentor, to praise him highly, and even said that Zhang Wanlin, you can completely innovate this field.

But Zhang Wanlin is only interested in this, and his interest and yearning are different.

The genius shown in herbal medicine did not make Zhang Wanlin well respected. Some people called him a herbal knight or a patient knight.

Some people even say that his only skill is to get the enemy's sympathy to defeat the opponent by deliberately getting sick when facing the enemy.

This kind of sarcasm is too numerous to list, and for Zhang Wanlin, it is just a part of daily life, and he has long been used to it.

He is like a pool of calm water, no matter how many falling rocks come and throw in, it is just a ripple.

On the stage, Reagan explained in detail the principles of drug interaction and mutual benefit. Several people in the audience were taking notes, and the huge classroom looked very empty under a handful of people.

"The combination of ghost grass and magic vine is like the previous witchcraft, which can make people sleepy and dreamy, and even some people use it for hypnosis, control puppets, etc."

Reagan preached slowly on stage.

Zhang Wanlin asked: "Excuse me, mentor, does witchcraft still exist?"

"Since the last battle between humans and demons, wizards have all died in battle, and witchcraft theoretically no longer exists.

But maybe there are some wizards who stay incognito, and that's not necessarily true. "

Reagan replied that he obviously didn't want to talk about witchcraft in class, but this beloved student was very interested in it.

Zhang Wanlin wanted to ask again, and Reagan said: "You can go to the library to look up modern witchcraft materials, understand, Zhang Wanlin?"

Zhang Wanlin consciously stopped talking.