If you borrow a phrase from the Internet buzzword in your previous life, then He Luo will definitely shake his head and smile bitterly and say, "If you do it yourself, you have to be XX when you kneel." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

To everyone's surprise, He Luo became the first student in the history of the Gnaeus Academy to transfer to the department without hindrance, and he also blew out a world-renowned bull* in front of everyone, that is, he wanted to become an assassin.

But the world doesn't seem to be able to change with a slogan, and a chef who wants to be a good actor doesn't have to be a bartender who loves flower arrangement.

On the first day, when the instructor in a light suit appeared in front of the new students of the Assassin Department, He Luo was still full of confidence, and he even fantasized that the first day's classes might be able to keep up with the progress of the other students, and he also imagined that the Assassin who was determined to be 30 points might have a miraculous effect.

Hehe.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, He Luo still sighed to himself, "Young man, you are really n*aive." ”

Nowadays, the training of the new students is to practice the basic skills. It's like you don't have skills with you, and you're constantly practicing passive and peaceful A. The basic skills of the Assassins are very simple: the Wooden Man.

"Everybody gets a dagger, and all you need to do is stick it where the red dot marks the wooden man's body! The faster and deeper you pierce, the higher your score! The instructor, who seemed to be born expressionless, roared loudly, and with a wave of the leather whip in his hand, he saw the freshmen rush out like hungry wolves.

He Luo trotted all the way to the wooden man who belonged to him, carrying the dagger. He saw that the wooden figure was like in many kung fu movies, and his whole body was covered with dense red dots, and there was a serial number on it. So he started according to the serial number, one red dot and one red dot piercing.

"Damn, why is it so hard?"

He Luo's first blow found out that something was wrong, I don't know what kind of damn wood this is, but the hardness is comparable to steel. His first dagger was only a slight slash across the wood, not even a single scratch.

"Bang bang."

He Luo directly held the dagger to the red dot and poked at it, except for feeling that his wrist was about to go numb and the blade of the dagger was about to roll up, the wooden man was still motionless, as bright as new, shining in the sun.

"Let's practice the movements first." He Luo shook his head. He didn't care about the damage and began to poke red dot after red dot. The red dots on the wooden man are like the meridian acupuncture points of Shaolin, and after poking the dozens of acupuncture points roughly, He Luo was sweating all over his body, and half of his migraine and one-handed Lu had been cured for many years.

Anyway, this is the first time I've practiced.

He Luoru comforted himself, and then looked at the classmates around him.

"This!"

This casual glance made He Luo's heart cold. The gap between people and people, this is too big, right?

Near him was a short man, his hands were surprisingly fast, the dagger stabbed at the wooden man with a golden sound, and silver light poured out of his body, covering his body like a thin shield. He Luo took ten minutes to poke the red dot, and he only took dozens of seconds to practice. What made He Luo's eyes fall off even more was the strength of his hands. Each time, the dagger was inserted into the wooden man's small half, and the sawdust flew under the flutter of his dagger.

Well, he's probably a genius.

He Luo turned his head and looked at the other people again, and then his heart was directly shattered.

The two students in the distance were faster. Like a thousand-year-old unicorn arm, their hands all turned into phantoms, and they only saw a string of shadows floating by, and the dozens of red dots were poked. And not to mention the strength, the wooden people seemed to be swaying in a raging storm, faintly showing signs of chipping.

"Boom!"

The attack of the two students suddenly triggered a thunderbolt, purple lightning fell from mid-air, one in front of the other and two lightning bolts smashed on the wooden man, the lightning crackled and exploded, one of the wooden people finally couldn't resist the pressure of the thunder, and directly exploded.

"Eh, what's wrong with being a tank or a supporter?"

The mentor's cold voice suddenly came from behind He Luo, He Luo turned his head suddenly, only to see a black shadow flashing behind him, and then He Luo looked up and saw that the mentor was still standing on the high platform in front of him, as if he had never left.

He Luo gradually calmed down, let's compare with myself. He began to practice a second time, and this time his speed was significantly faster because of the increase in proficiency, and it only took him 8 minutes to complete one set.

"Haha, let's take a look at the genius who resolutely 30 points."

"Is he in slow motion?"

"Did he exert any force, why are the red dots intact, and his dagger can't penetrate the wood?"

"Hmph, maybe you're still a genius when you're a tank, and you want to be an assassin? This is wishful thinking! ”

Unconsciously, many students gathered near He Luo, and they watched how this young man who was in the limelight knelt to blow this cowhide to the end.

"No, it's going to be faster." He Luo's heart became more and more nervous, and he began to go crazy, but except for the blade of the dagger almost being rolled up, there was no other change.

"Forget it, don't look at it, let's practice it yourself, he's a joke."

Everyone took in He Luo's clumsy practice, so they sneered and walked away.

"You, let's switch back to the tank department."

He Luo looked up, and this time he saw that Young Master Tiger again. He had noticed this Tiger earlier, and this Tiger attack seemed to increase his attack power, and each of his attacks was stacking, and later his attack actually pierced the wooden man with a dagger.

"Don't fight your fate." Tiger didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, so he left without saying a word.

He Luo could only continue to practice again and again. Although his practice had no effect, the wooden man remained motionless, as if mocking He Luo's choice.

"Damn, the base attack power is too low, and it doesn't hurt at all." He Luo had actually figured it out a long time ago, he was now like an AD hero with AP's talent and runes, and Ping A couldn't even pack up a small soldier.

At lunchtime, He Luo sat next to Alex, looked at the radiant Alex and couldn't help but ask, "What are you practicing?" ”

"Shoot eggs with straw." Alex chewed his food carefully and said lightly.

"Straw shoot eggs?"

"It's just shooting eggs from 50 meters away with straw."

"And your grades?"

"Of course it's the first, in the morning it was 98 out of 100, and the instructor said that I was very talented, and when Vayne returned, he would want to teach me himself."

Looking at Alex's slightly pursed proud lips, He Luo felt a sense of distance for the first time at this moment.

"You can consider going back to the tank department." On the opposite side of the dining table, a short man suddenly looked up and said to He Luo.

Only then did He Luo notice this young man, he was selected from Adelan to the Academy of Gnaeus, and his total talent was also 30 points.

"My name is Gawain, Edlan, and I'm a warrior." The short man glanced at He Luo and said, "The training of the tank department is to resist attacks, I heard that you can't even be used by the executioner when you are in Edlan, if you go to the tank department, it should be very easy." ”

He Luo didn't answer, although he knew that Gawain's proposal was well-intentioned, not more mocking like that Young Master Tiger.

From He Luo's birth to the present, what he hates most is that someone will always stand in his ear and tell him "you should do this" and "it is not right to do that". The experience of previous generations is certainly necessary for some questions of right and wrong, but when it comes to personal choices, those voices will be noisy noises, and sometimes they will simply drive people crazy.

"Your hands are so long, why don't you go and practice the piano?" There are always people who ask He Luo, but they don't know that He Luo is not the slightest bit interested in music.

"You're so good at math, you should go to science!" The people who said these things never knew that He Luo's favorite thing was geography and history.

"What kind of League of Legends are you playing, this picture is the same as the anime, suitable for girls to play! Everybody's playing DOTA, so come along. ”

"What kind of laner and jungler do you play! Your skills, just honestly assist, don't think about playing other positions! And Sun Wukong, can you play this hero turn? Will you do it? Jokes, practice star mom honestly, you can rank and score, with us, you just lie down! ”

"I told you to get out! You're a stupid pig! Outfit just as I told you, don't change in one order, what kind of messy match are you?! ”

When he first started playing League of Legends, He Luo quickly found that jungler and top laner were his favorite positions. He particularly liked the Monkey King recommended by his little nephew, because of the hero's shape, the hero's skills, and the momentum of the hero's fierce advance in the face of death, which deeply attracted He Luo.

But He Luo, who has only played dozens of games, was disgusted and complained by friends who played games together, and these friends who played thousands of games, some disliked his position, and some disliked his outfit, always telling him that he must play like this, and he can't play like that.

But isn't the joy of the game about free choice and the joy of following your heart? Does it matter if you win or lose a game? If you carefully follow your teammates' instructions, what's the difference between yourself and a robot?

"I'm going to be an assassin." He Luo raised his head, and he said calmly.

"Just practice more." He Luo added.

Alex didn't speak, she looked at He Luo's solemn appearance and nodded hesitantly.

"There's another one in the Assassin Department that belongs to our Edlan, I can find him and ask him to help you." After Gao Wen finished speaking to He Luo, he stretched out his hand, "Make a friend." ”

At the end of lunch, there is still half an hour to rest. But He Luo came directly to the training ground, he stood in front of his wooden man, took a deep breath, and prepared to start practicing again.

"Stupid * fork, if you practice like this, you will be a chicken rib for the rest of your life."

The brisk voice floated to He Luo's ears, and He Luo looked up and saw a figure wrapped in a red cloak appear on the high platform where the tutor was standing.

p。 s。 Why still can't I comment.