Mainly funded by the government, several major families in the country also participated in the construction of the Remis College, which is located in the eastern suburbs of Cavenglia, the capital of the Republic of Cavin. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is said to be a suburb, but in fact, within a few years after the establishment of the college, this area has become no less prosperous than the city. There are all kinds of high-end shopping malls, supermarkets and hotels nearby, and on the other side, a little closer to the city is the famous rich area nearby.

Remiss Academy occupies a large area, has a variety of facilities, and because it is a military academy, it has many special subjects and training in addition to the cultural theory taught in ordinary universities. For example, technical combat, such as drills, such as information, such as driving, such as the familiarity and use of various weapons, and so on.

Even for students here, recess programs are much more violent than at other institutions.

Parkner Ball, similar to the sport of baseball and football, has become a popular sport only in the military due to its superior physical confrontation. And at Remis Academy, there are also a large number of hot-blooded boys who are keen on this. Teams of all sizes have been established in each class or grade level.

Almost every evening, after classes and training, there is a game of Parkner Ball in the sports field in the eastern part of the Academy.

Today, the two teams in the second year are facing off. It was the end of school time, and there were groups of students outside the venue who stopped to watch, and they were in pairs, chatting, or shouting and cheering.

In the corner of the venue, there was a relatively large group of people in the audience with simple wooden chairs, more than a dozen men and women, all of whom were students in this school. The ages seem to be large and small, both pure-blooded humans and mixed-race descendants, who are chatting while watching the game.

"Oh, what the hell, I heard that this time the actual combat mock exam was actually presided over by Mr. Nelson, my God, I really want to pray to the gods to bless that damn 'devil instructor' to also be infected with the Bodomi virus and sent to an isolation hospital for a semester!"

Compared with the general training subject exams, the annual field simulation is almost the most hated item for most students. The harsh environment of complete realism, the means of combat that are completely realistic, and the absence of abstention criteria have led to such an alarming rate of injuries in the exam.

Despite the fact that there are dedicated response teams and medical teams on standby, and true deaths do not happen very often, the number of people hospitalized each year for serious injuries is staggering.

Want to do your best? That's impossible, this subject has a huge share of credits, and if you don't want to graduate, then your opponent who wants to graduate will be happy to beat you into a pig's head.

If you meet a kind instructor, you may be able to get the help of the medical team before you are completely injured, but if you meet a strict instructor like William Nelson, the suffering of the loser will be greatly increased.

Cursing the devil instructor who made all the students fearful, several boys consciously or unconsciously looked at a young girl sitting in the crowd, one of them was a tall half-orc boy and said, "Linda, what do you think?" Are you sure about this practical test? ”

As he spoke, he followed the girl's gaze to the arena, as if to find something out of it, and for a moment his suspicious gaze locked on a running teenager.

"Ah, a real combat exam? Hmm......" The girl was stunned, condensed her gaze that was a little distracted by thinking, and then shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "It should be no problem, after all, I am an information professional, and I mainly attack and invade and control the opponent's command system, as long as the combatants who cooperate well and effectively should not be a problem, even if our side fails, non-combatants like me are probably only captured." ”

The crisp voice, shrugging and speaking movements, with a neatness and ease. Nineteen-year-old Linda has been a goddess-level existence since she entered the Reimis Academy.

She had black hair, but it was not as bright as waterfalls and satin like Oriental women. Her hair was quietly draped behind her head, not too long, just above her shoulders, and occasionally when her hair was lightly lifted, there was a veil like mist.

She wears a light purple top, pants with four hidden pockets, pink sneakers with white subtitles, and wears warm colors with a soft smile on her lips, which always gives people a feeling of liking. The temperament seems to be both reading and assertive, and the pair of flat glasses on the bridge of her nose gives her a hint of intellectual beauty.

"Linda." Knowing that she was able to communicate with people many times, but at some special moments—usually when she was in her thoughts—she would also become quiet and silent, and seeing the people around her start discussing again, sitting next to her, Amy, who had a good relationship with her, came over to her tablemate: "What do you think?" Who are you looking at? Bill or Vins? ”

"Huh? Oh no, Amy, I'm still thinking about that 'Bamidi conjecture' that the teacher said in the afternoon......" Linda smiled, "I don't think in theory, this conjecture doesn't have to be unrealizable......"

"Oh my God, Linda, don't you want to be so exaggerated, it's your leisure time, and you can still watch such a wonderful game and think about your informatics theories...... I can't describe you enough! Amy covered her forehead exaggeratedly, making it look like she was about to faint.

Linda laughed and reached out to push her best friend who was about to fall on her, "Okay, I'm kidding you, I'm actually just in a daze, after all, I've never been interested in such a ball game...... Oh, by the way, Vins I know, he's the captain of the F303 team, right? And who is Bill? ”

"It's their opponent, the captain of the F270 class, the one who looks very punctual and has a strong body and plays the ball very well, I thought you were looking at him, you see, that's it, he's coming...... Ah, beware! ”

Before Amy's words fell, Linda turned her head and saw a black shadow whistling towards her, and the half-orc boy in front of her subconsciously dodged, directly exposing Linda in the middle of the crowd.

This is a knocked-out Pacna ball, which can reach speeds of up to 270 km/h when thrown by a true pro. Although the sphere is not made of hard materials, it can still cause minor injuries if it is hit by a human body without the protection of protective gear.

There is a protective net on the perimeter of the court, which usually does not hurt the spectators in the stands, but not long ago, during a fierce match of the school team, a small hole was torn in the protective net. Perhaps due to the negligence of the school staff, the hole was not repaired within a week, so there was such a Parkner ball that flew out of bounds and flew directly towards Linda's front goal.

(The first watch is presented, and there is another watch at 7 p.m.) Today's book is recommended for the first time, readers and brothers, please hold up the recommendation vote in your hand and smash it hard! In addition, new friends, remember to collect something, don't forget it! ）