The chaos outside was still going on, and it was long ago impossible to distinguish which ones were the enemy's gunfire, which belonged to Shak himself, and perhaps the reinforcements who had received his own signals. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sitting in the corner, Linda listened to the movement outside, half worried, half bored, drinking the water in the pot, waiting for the end of the exam like an outsider.

An hour was spent in a slightly tormented mood, the gunfire and explosions outside gradually subsided, and the whistle that represented the end of the exam was faintly heard in the distance.

After a few moments, a line of neat footsteps was heard, followed by the grinding of a heavy object outside the door, and after a few moments, the closed door was opened, and the first thing that caught my eye was the serious poker face of the instructor, William Nelson.

"Hello instructor!" Linda stood up and saluted.

The two teaching assistants who followed nodded at her with a smile and went straight to deal with the various instruments on the console, while Nelson stared at her eyes silently for a moment before nodding in satisfaction:

"You are very good to break through the enemy's vital point and break through the opponent's system defense line within ten minutes, and grasp the opponent's information authority!" As he spoke, he beckoned to his side, and a teaching assistant with a folder in his hand quickly took two steps forward and pulled a pen from his jacket pocket.

"The first year of the Department of Information, X135 class student, Linda Sue, the results of the first mock combat exam: excellent!"

"Thank you, instructor!" Linda's face was flushed, and it was another military salute, and if it weren't for facing Instructor Nelson, who was known for his rigor, she would probably jump with excitement.

The mock exams at Remis College have always been a topic of conversation among students. Being able to persevere until the end of the exam and get a passing grade or above is already the pursuit of most people, and good evaluations generally come from successful commanders or talents who have outstanding performance in decisive battles.

As for excellence, it must be a genius who single-handedly turns the entire battle upside down, and this person cannot be judged dead before the final result appears, otherwise the final evaluation will also slip by one level.

After packing up everything in the house, Instructor Nelson left with his team neatly. Outside the gate, there were traces of the fierce fighting, and the medical team in white coats were busy carrying the seriously injured or immobilized trainees on stretchers to the medical hovercar parked nearby, and occasionally the lightly injured trainees hobbled towards the rest area with the support of their companions.

Linda, who had recovered slightly from the excitement, suddenly had a thrill, she grabbed a young teaching assistant who was walking at the end, and asked anxiously, "I'm sorry, instructor!" Do you know of a cadet named Shack Jones, who should have been fighting around here before, he ...... Have you been carried away? ”

"Shack Jones?" The young instructor with a mustache smiled a little strangely, "He was not carried down, and although the injuries were not light, none of them could be judged fatal, so he will not be sent away until the next group of ambulances enters." ”

After that, he also pointed to the grove on the side, "I saw him go over there before, he was very good, he faced more than fifty enemies alone, and he was able to hold on to it until reinforcements came." If it weren't for the injury, I would have gotten an 'excellent' rating this time......"

Linda didn't listen to him, hurriedly saluted and thanked him, and ran briskly over there. With the help of the light and shadow swept around, I saw in the distance under a low tree, a ragged figure sitting under the root of the tree, one hand to his mouth, the spark flickering, as if smoking.

"Shak?" Seeing Shak's laid-back appearance, Linda's hurried steps slowed down, and she brushed the long hair around her ears, trying not to sound so nervous in her tone.

"Where did you get the cigarettes?"

"The senior of the medical team is coming, and he added Finopan, saying that it can relieve pain...... Well, the effect is really good! Shack smiled and turned his head, and Linda saw his appearance clearly.

Half of the long hair that was originally a bit decadent has been scorched, and the coat on the upper body has also been scorched. Exposed multiple freshly bandaged bandages.

The bruises and puffiness on his face were also much larger than before, which made his expression a little funny at the moment, and he seemed to be laughing at this time, but that look was not much better than crying.

One arm was bandaged over his chest, the other was pretending to be a cigarette roll, his left leg was splinted, and his combat trousers were covered in smudges and scratches.

"Oh my God, you're so badly injured!" Linda's newly relieved heart lifted up again, and she took two quick steps and crouched down in front of him, trying to check the injuries on his body for him.

"Don't move, the senior sister of the medical team just tied it up for me. Don't worry, it's just a few broken bones and a few mouthfuls of blood. The blue team's rookies still didn't do anything to me after all. Shak waved his hand indifferently and patted the ground beside him for Linda to sit down,

"How? Did you get your wish? ”

"Yes, thank you." Linda nodded, looked sideways at Shak's red and swollen cheeks, and asked with a somewhat complicated expression,

"You...... Do you need to work so hard? ”

"Desperate? It's not really, it's just a drill-like exam......" Shak took a hard puff of his cigarette, letting the blue-white smoke slowly erupt from his nostrils, "Besides, since I have promised you something, I also charged you a commission of three hundred calories...... Uh, it should be six hundred by now, right? ”

"That's right, it's six hundred......" Linda shook her head with a wry smile, leaned her body against the rough tree as he did, was silent for a moment, and suddenly spoke again,

"Shak, are you really willing to do anything for the sake of money?"

"Oh, not really...... First of all, you have to do what you can do to pick it up, and secondly, ......" Shak touched his chin, as if he was really thinking about Linda's question,

"Secondly, I don't think I will touch things that hurt nature and reason, such as murder and arson, drug trafficking and smuggling, and I don't want to do things like smashing and looting...... Eun, that's it. ”

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at your face, like a pig's head...... Hee-hee! ”

"Cut, don't look at me for whom?"

"Of course you're in it for the money, hehe...... By the way, I want to go shopping on Riel Street this weekend and hire you as a porter, can I go? ”

"Twenty calories!" Shak pouted angrily.

"On the thirteenth, we have a dinner party in the mansion, how about hiring you as my male companion?" Linda didn't mind his reaction at all, and continued to talk to herself, "Prepare your own outfits, you can eat good wine and food, but you are responsible for driving away the 'flies' around me......"

"Twenty calories...... "Shak snorted weakly as he smoked his cigarette.

"Come on a date with me......"

"Twenty Calories ......"

"Be my boyfriend!"

"II...... Belch? Half of the soot fell to the ground, and Shak turned his neck a little stiffly, and although Linda beside him gave him a side face as if nothing happened, the flush on his cheeks was clearly visible in the flickering light.