Xu Le sat on one side of the long table in the restaurant's private room. He looked at the snow-white tablecloth that stretched out like a carpet in front of him and lowered his head slightly. He did not understand why the rich people of the Federation would be so wasteful when eating a meal. There was a glass of water in front of him. The food had not been served yet because the host who was treating him to the meal had not arrived yet.
Two waiters stood calmly to the side and waited. Xu Le could not find anyone to talk to, nor was he interested in talking. He lowered his head, held a silver knife and fork, and gestured on the snow-white tablecloth. After a night, the pain on his body had healed a lot. He began to recall the fat captain's kick that came whistling over. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that kick was terrifying. He lay on the bed and thought for a long time. He realized that in that moment, even if he could allow his muscles to tremble and release the magical power in his body, he might not have been able to completely block that kick.
Because of this kick, Xu Le thought of two problems.
The first problem was how to deal with the magical power in his body. Once he used all his strength, he could break the special military plastic handcuffs. This was not something an ordinary person could do. It was just that the trembling of his body was too obvious, and it was too easy for people to associate it with the mechanic uncle … Could he find a way to make this trembling only run in his body and not be seen through his appearance?
The second problem was how to defend against a kick as fierce as the fat captain's. That kick was obviously a super powerful combat skill in the military. It swept directly at an angle of 30 degrees downward. It was clean and neat, and it carried a huge amount of power. It looked extremely simple, but whether it was the speed, the angle, or the estimated recovery, they were all calculated to the extreme without any loopholes. If he had been standing at that moment, he might have been able to close in and elbow the crotch. Even if his leg was broken, he would still be able to make the other party suffer some hidden losses. But the problem was that he was sitting. How could he deal with it when he was sitting?
He held a shiny silver knife and fork and set them up on the snow-white tablecloth, simulating the other party's kick and his possible responses. The boss had taught him ten stances, which were undoubtedly very powerful moves. Otherwise, he would not have been able to defeat five of the top students from the West Woods Military Academy in one go. But these ten postures were very fixed, and all of them were advanced techniques. Not a single step back was taken. Although it was extremely powerful, it was too stiff … It couldn't be helped. It was a stiff dance to begin with.
Xu Le scratched his head in distress, immersed in his thoughts about combat and unable to extricate himself. At first, he did not have much interest in the ability to fight. In his opinion, the Federation was no longer a battlefield for individual heroism. However, Uncle Feng had convinced him by saying that he was the number one machine. After that, the thrilling experience of the past few days made him realize how important it was to grow individual strength. Most importantly, he was a person who liked to compete and study. He was like this when he was learning mechanics from Uncle Feng, and now he was like this when he was pondering about fighting. It was very easy for him to become engrossed in his studies without realizing it. Of course, this was an extremely rare learning potential …
"Only when you are obsessed with certain things can you practice these things well. Now I have a general understanding of how you were able to defeat those arrogant dogsh * ts. I think that these past two years of military service in the mines of Donglin, you were probably also posing in combat postures all the time. " At some point, the fat captain had walked into the restaurant's private room and was looking at him with a strange expression.
A few crisp sounds reverberated in the empty room. The silver knife and fork that had been placed together fell onto the table. Xu Le's fingers, which had been gesturing non-stop, also froze in the air. He looked at the fat captain's bloodstained face and scratched his head with a smile. The other party seemed to have misunderstood something, but this was also good. Otherwise, he would not know how to explain what had happened yesterday.
The fat captain walked to his side and sat down, letting out a satisfied sigh. It seemed that the lazy him hated walking. How could such a person send out such a fierce kick? Xu Le certainly did not believe this appearance at this time, but he had a good impression of this fat captain, so he maintained a polite silence.
"There are many talented people buried in the army, and there are also many people like you who study fighting all day long. I saw the surveillance video yesterday. The combat skills you used were very strange. It was probably the result of simplifying military boxing. I don't know if it was good, but in any case, it was a little too strong and did not leave any room for retreat. " The fat captain panted as he took the water in front of Xu Le and drank it. He said, "With this kind of self-development method, you won't be able to learn anything deeper in the army. If you are interested in this, when the ship arrives at the capital, I can introduce you to a few of the more famous cultivation halls."
"Cultivation halls?" Xu Le did not know why the captain had suddenly removed the guards outside the room and formally invited him to eat in front of him. He wanted to remain cautious and silent, but when he heard this unfamiliar term, he could not help but ask curiously, "What is that place? Is there a place in the Federation that specializes in learning how to fight? "
The fat captain looked at him as if he was looking at a fool. "Although you have been a mouse in Donglin for two years, you are still from Shanglin. How can you not know about cultivation halls?"
Xu Le knew that he had given himself away. He smiled and shook his head, not saying anything or explaining. From the fat captain's description, he knew what cultivation halls meant. In today's society, thermal weapons had been developed to the peak, and individual martial arts were relatively insignificant. The purpose of the martial arts halls in ancient times was no longer to teach combat skills, but to train one's mind with skills, to calm one's mind, and to cultivate one's body and mind. It was also for this reason that the people who trained in the cultivation hall were not very competitive and did not attract much attention.
"The cultivation classes in the Military Academy have long been changed to combat skills classes. Young people nowadays are too stupid. They don't know what is really good." The fat captain shook his head in disdain and said, "If the cultivation halls were really useless, why would the Li family require every generation of descendants to study in the cultivation halls from the age of twelve for two years before coming out?"
"The Li family?" Xu Le knew that as an orphan from Donglin, he was a country bumpkin in the eyes of most people, so he did not mind speaking his doubts frankly. "Are you talking about the Lees of Philadelphia?"
The fat captain nodded. Xu Le sucked in a breath of cold air. A glittering name suddenly appeared in his mind. A noble existence, a low-key but extremely famous family. This family was not in the Federation's traditional seven families, but in the past few decades, because of that old man, they had gained the collective respect of the Federation's citizens.
"I just want you to go and learn, what are you thinking about? Do you also expect to assassinate the emperor of an empire? "The fat captain looked at the young man's expression and said sarcastically.
Xu Le chuckled and suddenly asked seriously, "Mr. Captain, this is a misunderstanding. I think you're already clear about it. I don't know why you asked me to come here today. "
The fat captain put on a serious smile and said softly, "Of course, I want to build a good relationship with you, young master. At the same time, I want to ask you to do me a small favor."
Suddenly, the fat captain became so flattering and so natural. It really scared Xu Le. He was stunned on the spot and did not know what to say.
At this time, the cabin door slowly opened on both sides. Two women in suits walked in, holding hands. Under the protection of seven or eight service staff, a little girl wearing a pink floral dress and a sky blue hair clip on her head walked in. She looked very cute.
The fat captain lowered his voice and said fawningly, "Little brother, this is what I want to ask of you. If you can let the little miss eat, then the things in the past can be discussed, and the things in the future … can also be discussed."
Xu Le was speechless. He did not expect the captain's serious request to be this. However, when he saw the little watermelon's face change from gloomy to surprised, and saw the swaying black hair on the little girl's forehead, he could not help but laugh happily. He shouted over there, "Little watermelon."
"Big Brother Xu Le." Little watermelon broke free from the hands of the two female staff. Under the helpless gazes of those people, she ran to Xu Le and sat directly next to him. She opened her black eyes and asked curiously, "Big Brother, why are you here?"
"I'm here to eat with you," Xu Le said with a smile.
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In the next few days, Xu Le got rid of his identity as a criminal suspect and moved from Cleaning Area 38 to the upper level of the spaceship with more advanced facilities. He began to eat, play, and tell stories with little watermelon. He liked little watermelon very much. He did not think the little girl was as difficult as the captain said, so he did not think this job was difficult. But … if Xu Le knew that this was the prelude to the heavy responsibility he would have to bear in two years, would he still feel as happy as he did now? Or would he say that he wanted to do this internship better?
That afternoon, little watermelon began to take an afternoon nap. Xu Le opened the cabin door and prepared to go back to his room to study how the tremors in his body could be hidden under his skin. As he walked, he unexpectedly saw a few familiar faces at the corner of the corridor.
The West Woods Military Academy students who were knocked unconscious by him had been treated in the ship's medical room and recuperated for the past few days. They had basically all recovered. Colonel Lake's special mecha team was still heavily injured, so the protection of the upper level of the spaceship was still handed over to them. It was very strange. The two most powerful forces on the Ancient Bell were all injured because of the teacher-student pair of Feng Yu and Xu Le.
Xu Le was slightly taken aback. He looked at the red and swollen temple of the officer named Wang Meng. After a moment of silence, he nodded his head and walked past him. He did not greet him, nor did he show any signs of hostility.
Zhou Jin, who was standing beside the space porthole, looked at the back of that ordinary person and subconsciously touched his throat. He seemed to feel a faint pain.
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