His words caused a commotion among the more than thirty students in the two classes, and everyone realized that the pile of packages on the floor behind Brian was all bound exercises.

According to the number of appearances, it should be a large pile of at least an inch thick to be distributed to each person.

One can imagine how his former students were tortured during the three years in the academy, no wonder he didn't receive greeting cards during the holidays, and his teaching style was completely contrary to the honest and friendly appearance.

As Philip and the class leader of Class B handed out the exercise books one by one, everyone booed dissatisfiedly, and most of the guys here probably haven't done so much paper homework since graduating from the Intermediate Academy.

The delicate parchment has a small font and a strong scent of ink, which means that it has just been printed, and the amount of questions is quite huge.

However, Philip has a sense of intimacy, and for anyone who has trained in a copy of the difficulty of hell in his previous life (the college entrance examination), this traditional teaching method is far from the level of discoloration.

He didn't care, but there were people around him, at least Philip noticed that the big face of Sam, the big head sitting next to him, was suffocating purple as if he had been constipated for five days, and a trace of cold sweat ran down the back of his ear and dripped down his shoulder.

Even Robin's face was not very good-looking, but he was quite calm, and it was obvious that he had heard from the elders of the family about Brian's strange teaching method.

Philip looked at the content of the exercise, and it was okay, it was roughly divided into three parts.

The first part is tactical deduction and calculation, and the corresponding basic tactical combination is specified, except for the calculation is a little larger, there is no difficulty.

The second part is a little more difficult, with a free tactical combination on the premise of determining the strategic goal, and the deduction is divided into very small steps, and each step must be listed.

The third part is a regular case analysis, and it is also the mainstream courseware content of other military academies.

This section also takes up a third of the page, but it takes up a lot of space due to the large amount of exposition and diagrams, so the real amount of questions is not as scary as it seems.

Brann on the podium found a sturdy chair to sit down, stuffed with dried fish and nuts in his mouth, and looked at the students who were struggling to write below.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, it would have looked like an outing rather than a serious class.

It is clear that this is a genius with a bit of a flawed character, perhaps because he is unable to vividly show the process of his own results at a glance, so he simply uses this mechanical clumsy method to shoehorn in like cramming.

As for how much the academy can master in the end, it is not the responsibility of Brian, the mentor, anyway, the students who have been destroyed by the sea of questions may not be able to become masters of the art of commanding, but dealing with regular battles is as simple as eating and drinking.

At least in terms of the basic strain of skirmishes, the speed is definitely leveraged.

Philip was also nosy, and it was not easy for him to complete all the exercises this afternoon.

He guessed that a lot of people were going to go hungry for dinner today.

From the perspective of protracted warfare, Brian is very well prepared, and maybe a little later, he will really ask him shamelessly for snacks.

Maybe it was salty or a little boring, Brian stopped stuffing his mouth after half an hour and began to wander around the classroom, either standing in front of this and shaking his head or running behind that and sighing, as annoying as he wanted.

But Philip can sense that the other party itself has no malicious intent, and it is completely due to his too special character.

I believe that many people are aware of this, otherwise every year during the holidays, there is not even one-fifth of the people who remember to send him greeting cards.

It wasn't until he stood behind Robin that the anxiety on his body eased a lot, and he stood there for a long time, nodding his head constantly.

This made Robin more and more nervous, but also felt the joy and pride in his heart.

But perhaps it was too nervous, two low-level mistakes in a row, and a hidden battlefield condition that was overlooked, Brian finally clenched his fists, took a few deep breaths and left the place.

Then he stopped for a while next to Charlton, the leader of Class B, and a few other relatively good students, until he came behind Philip.

"Huh?"

An uncontrollable exclamation not only alerted Philip from his concentration in answering the question, but also attracted the attention of others.

Brian spread his hands embarrassedly, motioning for them to ignore him, and then stopped behind Philip completely.

He was pleasantly surprised by nothing else, but relative to the accuracy of the statistics, Philip's speed of answering questions was like flying, and in just over half an hour, he had completed the first third of the calculation part, and even the second part of the tactical free combination was almost half completed.

After staying for another five minutes, Brian was pleasantly surprised to find that Philip's accuracy, although not 100 percent, was already very impressive at such a high speed.

At least in the two classes of this class, he had not found one, and in the last five classes, there were two or three that could barely match Philip, but that was after two years of training (destruction) by him.

Seeing that Brian was happy to hunt his heart, he simply didn't leave, and stood for a whole hour with his chubby body.

Even though the last part of the analysis of the battle case, because of a lot of reading and thinking, Philip's speed was much slower, but it still made him watch it with relish, and even forgot to eat dried fish and nuts.

The other students around them felt that the course was as difficult as hell because of the torture of the sea of questions and the jealousy caused by Philip.

Scratching ears and cheeks, drinking water and farting, and even picking feet, all kinds of small actions hidden under anxiety are exposed.

Finally, after nearly two hours, Philip was the first to complete his exercises and was given time to go to the toilet and rest.

After wandering around the academy aimlessly, Philip leaned against the flower bed outside the classroom, shook his dazed head, lit himself a cigarette, and took a beautiful puff.

He found that although smoking addiction does not cause any damage to the body in this life, it still has great side effects.

The more you think about it, the more you want to have one, which is mainly the effect of psychological dependence, just like Brian's small dried fish.

This caused him to make some slight mistakes in the last few questions, but he still resisted the temptation to start the awakening and speed up, and only completed all the exercises on his own.

At this moment, he noticed that something seemed to be sneaking up on him behind him, and before he could react, a small piece of burnt dried fish was handed to his mouth, and then he saw Brian's slightly flushed fat face and small narrowed eyes.

Philip took the other party's kindness and was shocked, it was only a long time, even if the marking paper was much faster than the speed of answering the questions, it would not be completed in such a short time.

But the problem was that Brian was so wicked, he threw the thick workbook into Philip's arms, and the fishy words rang out like cannons.

"You're intellectually awake, and it's computational and logical.

The fastest record for this set of beginner exercises used to be three hours, but now you're nearly a third more than a third of the way ahead, which is good.

The accuracy rate is very good, but the experience and common sense are still a little worse.

For example, in the Battle of Cattraus, the enemy is 500 wounded berserkers, and you don't take their berserk damage into account.

There's also the Bolok Fortress Assault and Defense, and it's clear that you don't know that the Rolls all sit in silence for five minutes before a battle and pray to their god of war.

Out of 400 points, I can give you 351 points, especially for the calculation of the first part, you get a perfect score.

Why should a little guy like you be a Templar, you should be recruited to go to the cradle, be a part-time staff officer, and do research and teaching with me when you have nothing to do.

It's good to leave the fight and kill to those guys who have muscles in their heads.

......”

Brian seems to have been holding back for a long time and hasn't communicated well with anyone, and today he finally met a kind of person who is still eye-catching, so the mouth is endless, and his voice is sharp and fast, which makes Philip sound very uncomfortable.

The most important thing is that he not only took the initiative to reveal his hidden identity, but also let Philip hear a special somewhat familiar term.

"Cradle?" he had to interrupt Brian's speech, a little wooded away from the classroom, and he couldn't disturb the group of people who were meditating on a book, but the sudden enthusiasm made him uncomfortable.

At least he didn't think that a person with both talents, intelligence, and intelligence and intelligence was at the same level as this obviously abnormal human being, although it was obvious that Brian's intelligence was really high.

"Excuse me, Professor Miller, what's the cradle?"

Although Brian was a little upset that the high-spirited conversation was suddenly interrupted, he patiently explained to Philip: "Oh, I gave this name, and its real name is the Hall of Heroes, or the Special Talent Training Center.

But I still think the cradle sounds good, and that's where I graduated, where I spent the best years of my life and met my current wife......"

Seeing that Brian began to talk to himself again, Philip really regretted why he behaved so unsociably just now, and it seems that it is better to be a low-key person in the future.

The Special Talent Training Center, as the name suggests, is to gather young people with special talents, and then systematically train them to develop their special abilities.

For example, Brian's computing power comparable to that of a computer is definitely overkill for strategic and tactical deduction, so it will become his secret part-time job.