Focusing on the red dot dozens of meters away, Hering stared at it intently, but whenever the zombie let out an oozing cry and kept rushing at him with its broken limbs, Hering's attention was always interrupted. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The boy looked at the zombie for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stared carefully at the red dot on the wall in the distance.

Herring didn't know what the purpose of this was, but if you think about it differently, this is probably a deliberate means for the blind gun to exercise his concentration.

The meditation just now exercised one's mentality, and now the gaze is far away, which also has a lot to do with training attention.

Thinking of this, Hering tried harder, the image of a red dot reflected in his pupils, and the zombie was in front of him, and he tried to turn a blind eye.

"Leave the dead guys alone, they'll disturb your mind, and you'll only have to focus on the red dot for an hour to complete the task." Li Qing didn't know where to get another bottle of wine, sat on the ground and began to drink it freely.

Hering frowned, staring at the red dot in the distance, and it didn't take long for his gaze to wander again, this is the inevitable law, he fixed his mind, and then stared at the red dot again, focusing his attention to the extreme.

The red dots on the white paper seemed to have been imprinted in his mind, and he remained motionless, time passing quickly.

...

"Alright, kid, it's time for us to go back." Li Qing said softly.

Hearing this, He Ling slowly turned around, twisted his already stiff neck, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"How does it feel?" Li Qing asked.

"It's boring, it's torturous, those zombies keep grabbing my attention, and staring at the red dot is a hard thing to do." Herring shook his head helplessly, and simply persevered.

"You're great, kid." Li Qing was calm on the surface, but he was very amazed in his heart, you must know that when he was receiving this training, he would be attracted by zombies every ten minutes.

Ke Hering held out for an hour.

"Blind guns, where did you learn these methods?" Herring scratched her head and asked.

"I was taught by my teacher, he was a faithful follower of Buddhism, and he was sure that it was the end of the Dharma period, and when my parents died early when I was a teenager, he took me in, raised me, and taught me some philosophies and connotations in Buddhism."

"When I grew up, I was detected as an over-limit physique, and the master insisted that I contribute to the human race and expelled me from the master's door, my talent was instrument control, which was the most useless talent at that time."

Li Qing shook his head and continued: "But I believe that any talent has the meaning of his existence, fortunately, I have lived in the temple for more than ten years, I have no distractions, and I have always achieved excellent results in battle, I have been promoted, and my strength has been continuously enhanced, but I have not given up cultivation, this is all taught to me by the master, I just combine him with training." ”

"After my own experiments, the results are not bad." Li Qing smiled, he seemed to miss those times.

He Ling nodded slowly, "Mentor, I really admire your previous achievements. ”

"Haha, don't mention the courage of the year, my task now is to teach you, it's enough to do these well." Li Qing touched the young man's loose black hair, and instantly pulled the relationship between the two to a new height.

Although the blind gun is sloppy, his personality is not bad, and he always looks indifferent, and the originally closed Hering also accepts such a mentor.

"Go back, get some rest, tomorrow's training is still waiting for you." Li Qing waved his hand at him and turned his head away.

When Herring walked on the fourth floor of the Steel Fortress, he did not leave in a hurry, but found other gifted mentors, intending to see how they taught.

Walking into a training room, where more than 30 people are training, the instructor is pacing back and forth, and when he encounters a student's mistake, he will point out and correct it.

Each student is armed with a fully automatic rifle, a firearm that has been widespread in the army in the last century, and after several revolutionary improvements, it already exists in the army and is used by those who exceed the limit.

"Sight, crosshair, target, three points and one line, grasp the movement of the body, it must be accurate, otherwise it will miss the target when shooting."

An extremely gentle female voice came from inside, and He Ling looked at it and found that the tutor turned out to be a mature woman with long brown hair, her figure was concave and convex, and the most important thing was that a pair of beautiful eyes revealed endless tenderness and glory.

This posture is superb, Herring couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, and then found that the beautiful governess turned her head to look at him, and smiled back.

"Classmate, which tutor are you a student of?" The woman's golden pupils startled Herring, her eyes blazing but still exuding a vague affinity.

"It's okay, I'll take a look." Herring smiled back and left.

The training room just now was obviously owned by the students in control of the equipment, and the beautiful female tutor should be the Annabelle as the blind gun called.

Sure enough, she is a star teacher, He Ling thought to herself, with this kind of appearance and gentle and careful teaching, most of the oversized students will definitely be overwhelmed by her gentleness.

But there is no harm if there is no comparison, people are taught by professional gentle and beautiful female teachers in a well-equipped training room, and they are settled at the beginning, and then they have to stare at the red dot under the torture of zombies, it is simply more popular than people, and I haven't even touched a fully automatic rifle now......

Herring just complained boringly, he was quite satisfied with the training method given to him by the blind gun, only by learning in difficult adversity, the potential of the body would be fully stimulated, Hering believed that in the future, his marksmanship must surpass that of other overrunners.

Walking in the silent corridor, Herring's footsteps were crisp, it was talent teaching time, and the other oversized people were in class, but he was dismissed from class early by the blind gun.

The reason for the end of class is not clear to Heling, in fact, he can still hold on for a while, although he is tired and his head is a little confused, but his tenacious will makes it not easy for Heling to succumb.

"Yo, isn't that the stinky little imp at noon? How? The mentor left you alone? A playful laugh came from behind him, and Herring looked back to see that the Sven male tutor from earlier was walking behind him, his eyes full of disdain.

"Oh, yes." Sven Man clapped his hands and said, "The D-class garbage must have been taken into the ditch by your mentor, so your waste teacher simply won't teach you, am I right, little ghost?" ”

He Ling's brows furrowed slightly, and a wave of boredom rose from his heart, some people are naturally annoying, such as the one in front of him, the young man clenched his fists, not knowing if he would make a move because he couldn't bear it anymore in the next moment.

The other party is an ordinary tutor who teaches theory, and he is not an overlimiter, and he seems to be less than thirty years old, young and promising, if he offends him, there should be nothing wrong, right? Herring thought to herself.