"This is—" Looking at the girl in the back seat, La Tor asked her question.

"My sister." Calais replied.

"It's my sister." It dawned on Lator that Thea seemed to have misunderstood something.

"Hello, my name is La Tor, please don't take what my friend said just now, I apologize to you on her behalf." La Tor greeted the girl warmly and apologized to Thea.

"It's okay sister, my name is Bertha." The girl also said her name.

"So, Bertha, what do you want to eat?" La Tor asked the girl's opinion.

"I don't know, you ask Calais." The girl was a little overwhelmed, and for the first time someone asked her what she wanted to eat, which was unprecedented, even in a slum shop.

"What about Calais."

"Whatever you want."

Latol was a little speechless.

The car drove to the food court of the Liberty Campus and stopped.

"Then let's eat here, it's still very good to eat next to our school." La Tor led the two to a small shop, which didn't look fanciful, but there was a long queue of diners.

"We eat this one, and his grilled fish is super delicious." Lator looked at the long line, afraid that the two of them would be impatient, so he specially asked for their opinions.

Calais naturally has no opinion, he is better than patience, after all, the state of mind is cultivated, often standing still, and the day passes.

And Calais said that Bertha was what it was, very well-behaved and obedient, and Lato, who watched it, was very envious, and began to like this well-behaved girl a little.

After a long time, when Lato's stomach was growling with hunger, it was finally their turn.

After ordering the food expertly, La Torre handed the menu to Calais.

Calais, who got the menu, was naturally not polite, and ordered the extra-large sea fish of the West Sea again, but this time it was grilled.

Without asking Bertha's opinion, Calais shoved the menu directly into Bertha's hands.

"A la carte." With the menu, Bertha was a little overwhelmed, and after listening to Calais, Bertha hurriedly ordered.

The electronic menu was so advanced that Bertha was not proficient in using it, and in the end it was Calais who helped her operate it.

Looking at the beautiful pictures, Bertha never thought she could eat such good food.

Soon, Bertha's first à la carte career was over.

"Oh my God, did you order this?" The grilled fish of more than one meter was carried up by two strong men and service guys, and Latori was a little confused.

She didn't look at the menu, she didn't expect Calais to order such a big fish.

"Hmm." Calais nodded, but his hands were already moving, like a humanoid meat stripper, brushing and brushing, and in a moment he ate most of the fish.

Looking at Calais's movements, Bertha and La Torre forgot about the action of eating in their hands, and only the scene of Calais eating in their eyes was in their eyes.

Of course, it wasn't just the two of them, the diners who ate on the side and the service guy who served the food were stunned.

While they were stunned, the whole fish was gone, and all that was left was the skeleton, and the head of the fish had been gnawed by Calais, and thick bones were spit out in front of them.

The service guy who reacted quickly removed the empty plate, and what was brought up was a big crab.

This crab is the size of a tire, and the whole body is burned red, and the appetite of those who watch it is greatly increased.

It seems to have forgotten the delicacy, and throughout the dinner, La Torre's mind was full of Calais eating.

And Bertha is relatively much better, and she is still wondering if someone can eat as much as Calais.

"Oh my God, I thought Thea was enough to eat, but I didn't expect you to be able to eat more than she did." After the meal, Latol sighed to Calais as she drank a glass of juice.

"Really? It is normal for people who practice martial arts to eat too much, and we will need more energy. ”

"Then you can eat so much, isn't it better than her?" La Tor chuckled.

"Perhaps." Calais also smiled.

"By the way, Calais, what level of martial artist are you?"

"Martial artist?" Calais was stopped by La Tor.

Martial artist, this word that has been forgotten for a long time in Calais's memory, is an indicator of the strong in the Federation and even in the universe, and each level needs to go through a strict assessment, and pass the level evaluation of a person's physical fitness and combat effectiveness.

The higher the level, the stronger the strength represented, and the entire martial arts system is divided into levels 1-9, each level is a different strength.

But for Calais, these are meaningless, and the martial artist rating is just a system for mortals to evaluate.

"I haven't been there."

"How could it be, the martial arts department of the Seventh Army University can only appoint teaching assistants at least level six, and only level nine can become teachers, how did you get in?" La Tor was surprised, but when she asked this sentence, she regretted it, knowing that people came in in in a relationship, isn't this revealing the bottom?

"Someone else arranged it." Calais doesn't mind, let's be honest.

Hearing Calais's words, La Tor was even more surprised, looking at Calais unabashedly, and suddenly felt that this person was very interesting.

"Hahaha, you're sincere." La Tor chuckled.

"I don't like to lie."

"That young man, I'm going to work hard tomorrow." Downstairs in the dormitory, he patted Calais on the shoulder, and Lator said goodbye to Calais and went up to another building.

"What a funny guy." Latol's eyes were filled with smiles.

After getting to know him, I found that although Calais had a cold attitude, the great man was upright and unpretentious, and he had something to say, which was very rare in this sleek society.

"It's like someone." La Torre thought of Thea, the two of them had similar styles, but they had diametrically opposite personalities, one was as hot as fire and the other was as plain as water.

Thinking of Thea, Latori sighed slightly.

"Bertha, you'll familiarize yourself around tomorrow and wait for me to come back." Calais instructed Bertha.

"Hmm." Bertha replied, but remained on the couch and did not move.

Seeing Bertha's appearance, Calais sighed secretly.

"Don't be restrained, this is your home, feel free."

"But I don't know what to do," Bertha was a little overwhelmed.

Indeed, after spending a long time in the tense environment of the slums, you suddenly seem to have nothing to do when you come to such a place.

There is no oppression, no pressure of life, happiness suddenly comes, and Bertha suddenly loses her goal and is a little dazed.

"Take a shower and go to sleep, you need to have a new purpose in life, and then just move towards it."

"Hmm." Bertha whispered, but there was a little bit of anger and courage in it.

Suddenly, Bertha asked Calais a question.

"Calais, what is your goal?" Bertha's big curious eyes looked at Calais, Zaba Zaba.

"Get stronger." Calais did not hesitate and answered directly.

"Get stronger." Only by becoming stronger can we control our own destiny and change the war in the world.

The war may have ended, but Calais had a premonition that it would start again.

"Then can I be as strong as you are Calais?" Bertha looked at Calais with a look of hope, and the light in her eyes gradually turned to adoration.

Recalling the scene when Calais beat Brother Biao again, if he had such strength, wouldn't he be able to avoid being bullied?

"Do you want to practice martial arts?"

"Hmm!" This time, Bertha's response was unprecedentedly powerful, her heart was full of ambition and dreams, and in just a few words, Bertha completed the transformation of her mentality and even her life.

"When I get stronger, I can protect Calais." Bertha looked at Calais earnestly.

"Oh, little girl." Calais couldn't help but laugh, although the girl was young, she had a dream at the moment.

"It's very hard, get ready, don't give up halfway."

"Hmm!"

The two talked for a while, and Bertha consciously took a bath and went to sleep.

Calais didn't need to sleep, and after Bertha slept, Calais closed his eyes and cultivated.

Early in the morning, Calais opened his eyes, glanced at the time, and contacted Thea on time at 8 o'clock.

"What are you looking for me?" On the other end of the communication, Calais was very polite.

"You asked me to find you at eight o'clock."

"Oh, class at half past eight, come to Building 104 on time." With that, Thea hung up the phone.

I didn't expect it to go so well, this is something Calais didn't expect, he thought that Thea was ready to expel him at the moment, although the attitude was very polite, but compared to yesterday, it was obviously much more relaxed.

Directly to 104, this is a very empty and spacious classroom, the floor is made of some kind of rubber, a little hard but not broken, than the laminate floor is more suitable for martial arts.

There are already seven or eight students in the classroom, after all, it has just started, and it is not good to be late, and many people come early.

"Hey, Calais!" Hearing the call, Calais turned his head and found it to be Amy.

"It's great that you're in this class too." Amy walked over, she was still so beautiful, her purple hair was fluttering, and her every move attracted the attention of many boys.

There is also a blonde woman next to Amy, although not as stunning as Amy, but her appearance is still very beautiful.

"Hello, my name is Davina." The blonde woman smiled and shook Calais' hand gently.

"Calais." Calais is very concise.

The three of them talked like this, it turned out that there was no class yesterday, but a group assessment.

Only 240 core students of the martial arts department are enrolled in each year, and the entrance assessment will be conducted in the freshman year.

After passing the assessment, they were divided into six classes.

There are 20 students in the first and second shifts, and 50 people in each subsequent shift.

Among them, this is a class, composed of the top 20 students in the assessment, led by Thea.

"I heard that Teacher Thea is in a class every class, and she is the strongest teacher in the entire martial arts department." Amy was very happy and said on her twitter.

To be able to enter the first class, it also requires enough strength, Amy's usual hard training has created her strength today, and the sweat she has paid can finally test the results.

"I heard that the second class led by Mr. Goody next door is also very good, and I won the first class in the last class." Davina on the side also knows a lot.

"Hmph, this time with us, they can't be arrogant." Amy waved her little fist, spirited.

"Teacher Thea is here!" At this time, I heard someone next to me say.