My Past Life Simulator

   Chapter 11 011 [This talent is amazing]

   [Loading the world. 1% 25% 40% 81% 95% 100% loading completed. 】

  [Loading previous life. 1% 35% 50% 91% 99% 100% loading completed. 】

  【Congratulations, you have become a new recruit! 】

  【Special talents loaded. Loaded successfully. 】

   [Diligence can make up for one's selflessness: Genius is composed of 99% talent and 1% sweat. Although you only account for 1%, as long as you are diligent, you can make up for some of your shortcomings. 】

  The simulator you TM is messed up again!

  【Player talent detected - Omen of death, self-awakening does not charge additional tickets. 】

  【Player talent detected - perseverance, self-awakening does not charge extra tickets. 】

  [Player talent detected - starving, purchase in the mall requires an additional cost of the equivalent ticket (100 simulated coins) before it can be brought in. 】

  [Player talent-Night Child is detected, and the simulation scene ticket (1 simulation coin) is required to be drawn by lottery before it can be brought in. 】

  【Each simulation scene player can carry up to three talents, please make your own discretion. 】

   Originally saw that [Hungry] needs 100 sim coins to carry into the simulation scene, he was about to yell at the simulator for being a profiteer, but after swiping the lonely 1 sim coin of [Night Child], he was instantly happy.

   Good guy, I finally got another chance to vote for a white girl!

   Recruits don't need to worry about food at the start. There is a saying that the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers.

   "Come on, Omen of Death, Indomitable Death, Son of the Night."

   It was dark in front of him, and he entered [Eastern Expedition and Western Discussion].

   "Recruits, what to see, it's you!"

   When He Zhao returned to his senses, he found himself standing on a huge training ground surrounded by neatly dressed soldiers of the Xuandu Army.

   "Hey!"

"arrive!"

   He subconsciously replied, but in the end he was faced with the gloomy face of the instructor.

   The five-year-old, three-thick, and even some ferocious instructors walked up to the surnamed He, stared at him and asked fiercely.

   "I've said it countless times, I have to shout! Come on, drag it down and hit the Tenth Army stick."

   He Zhao: "???"

   What a wonderful start, I'll be beaten up!

  The two soldiers in charge of military discipline stepped forward and dragged He Zhao directly.

   Then he hit ten sticks painlessly.

   I just entered the camp, so I can't get out of bed and delay training, so I won't.

   "Shout louder, your voice is shrill, and your expression is a little more painful when you leave."

   When he was beaten, He Zhao shouted so much that his heart was piercing.

  Yu is even admired by the soldiers who beat him, his acting is awesome!

   Fart acting.

   The opponent went down with a stick and almost killed him on the spot.

   If you don't keep your hands, don't you want GAMEOVER again?

   When he returned to the team clutching his butt, one of the recruits present was counted as one, much more honest than before.

   The instructor nodded in satisfaction and walked to the opposite side of all the soldiers.

   "Come on, follow me through the drills!"

  He Zhao endured the pain and gestured according to the movements of the instructor.

   After a morning, the simulator suddenly popped up a prompt.

  【The special talent can make up for the poor start.】

  【.Congratulations on learning basic boxing! 】

  He Zhao hurriedly checked the prompt, only to see that the upper left corner of the line of sight had been covered by a message.

  【Basic Fist: 0/100 (Rough)】

   Does the 100 here refer to practicing a hundred times of boxing?

   "The next half hour of free practice." The voice fell, and the instructor left the practice venue. Left a group of clumsy recruits to practice clumsy basic boxing in place.

   Some of them are very savvy, and every move is a decent one.

   The coaches who passed by nodded again and again. The quality of this batch of recruits is good, at least there are a lot of good seedlings, which can be focused on training.

  He Zhao devoted himself to boxing techniques wholeheartedly. The basic boxing techniques are simple and easy to learn, coupled with his special talents, diligence can make up for his weakness. He limped his arms, his punches were as smooth and natural as mercury pouring down the ground.

   Of course, it would have been even better if he hadn't gotten ten bats.

   After practicing a set of boxing techniques, 0/100 jumped a bit.

  [Basic Fist: 1/100 (Rough)]

   "There is a door!"

  He Zhao saw a lot in front of him, and he continued to die, and he finally got one.

   "Okay, now it's stable."

   What dangers can a boot camp be?

   The previous captain of the Xuandu Army, Wubaihu, said that he would need to train for at least half a year.

   "Hey, I don't know what rating the simulator can give after the simulation scene is over. By the way, don't care what the previous life mall sold Qinnengbuzhuo for, I must live it out!"

   Suffering, krypton coins, liver, this simulator is amazing!

   After five basic punches in a row, He Zhao sat on the ground panting.

   There was a sense of tearing in the muscles all over the body, and at the same time, there were bursts of hunger in the abdomen, and practicing boxing was actually more tiring than moving bricks.

   "You still know how to stop?"

   The instructor, who had just given him a bat, walked towards He Zhao and sneered along the way.

   "Basic boxing, don't care if it is basic. This is the most reasonable boxing method summed up by countless predecessors in our Great Xuan Army. Whether you are a genius or a mediocre, you can always gain something from it.

  The average person can practice boxing up to three times a day, and then he will fall into a state of weakness and soreness. Your kid is a little reckless, you just practiced five times before giving up.

   Within half a month, if you can reach the level of proficiency, remember to come to me. "

  The words were closed, the instructor patted He Zhao on the shoulder and left immediately.

   Then he faced countless pairs of eyes, either envious or jealous.

  The coach of the recruits of the Xuandu Army, not only represents the excellent strength, but also the huge network behind him, as well as the trust of the emperor.

   Among the 5,000 recruits, He Zhao looked at him differently. Could others not be envious and jealous!

   Ruthless Man: "What are you looking at, believe it or not, I'll beat you?"

   In the real world, I only promise, and in the simulated scene, Lao Tzu strikes hard!

   It's a big deal to spend 12 simulated coins to come in, what's he to be afraid of.

   A group of people, look at me, I look at you, turn around and continue to concentrate on boxing.

   In private fights, you will be punished by military sticks!

   After the dismounting just now, they have no intention of wanting to be beaten for the time being, and they really can't do it.

   The instructor who hasn't left yet, hehe smiled, still a thorn.

   Well, I like it!

   The sense of accomplishment of forging a rebellious recruit into a piece of good steel really made the coach unable to extricate himself.

  At noon, He Zhao cooked five bowls of rice by himself, and the colleagues around him were amazed, what a bucket of rice!

  In the afternoon, they started to do some physical and strength training.

   In the evening, He Zhao recovered his physical strength, and practiced basic boxing again while the camp was not out.

  Excessive practice will cause dark injuries and irreversible damage to the body?

  Sorry, the big deal is reopening!

  【Basic Boxing Technique: 9/100 (Rough Skill)】

  “???”

   That's not right, five times during the day + one at night, it should be 6/100.

   How can it be 9/100!

  Wait a minute, I seem to have the talent of [Night Child].

   All-round triple enhancement!

   Good guy, even my talent can be enhanced.

   The next moment, He Zhao's eyes turned red.

  Don't stop me, I want to practice boxing, the kind that I practice to death.

   (end of this chapter)