My Classmate Is 200 Million Years Old Chapter 6

last edited on : 10.09.18

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The day of the Martial Showcase dawned. THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

Rows of students donned in fatigues filled the bleachers by the field, sitting straight. They had no choice; evaluation of their military stance included how they sat. They were evaluated from their heads to their toes. ♢ MY CLa.s.sMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 06 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONS♢

The first segment was the shadow boxing performance, followed by military techniques. Target shooting and wrestling was in the afternoon. Loaded running and egging each other to sing on only began the next day.

Xuan Mo had no part to play in the performances, so she sat with the rest of the people until she heard the instructor calling her over a moment after. Z L T

Military techniques include pa.s.sing through an obstacle course with their guns on, scaling walls, scaling muddy nets, crossing a single-log bridge, etc., of course they have been simplified since these techniques were targeted at students. Even so however, the several groups of compet.i.tors had the judges extremely unsatisfied. Z L T

The record for females was two minutes fifty-seven seconds, while the record for males was two minutes ten seconds. It was very quickly platoon seven's females' turn. Xuan Mo was representing squad four; she stood together with the students who were just there for the sake of satisfying the numbers from squad eight and nine.

"Run!" The instructor giving instructions was straightforward and clear. The moment he came up, he shouted for them to run. At that everyone started running.

To Xuan Mo, the phrase "letting someone ahead" evidently didn't exist in her dictionary. Hence it was natural for her to be unwilling to lose to anyone. She liked the feeling of defeating everyone. It was akin to that feeling when she was sent on a military expedition, wiped the enemy's entire army and even pushed herself to defeat the other race's bodily arts pract.i.tioner expert to the extent she almost drained her mental power to the point of no return millions and millions of years ago; like the time when she discovered her mental power had reached the military's standard and decided to join the military and endure the harsh environment in the military; like the time she slayed through the coalition war along with the pract.i.tioner comrade, protecting everyone behind her…

There was not such thing as yielding, pity, nor downplaying… THMYO IS HOSTED @ ZHANLAN TL

If someone who believed they were strong lacked the ability to protect themselves when they kept a high profile, then that person was a weak person! ♢ MY CLa.s.sMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 06 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONS♢

"My subordinates are no cowards! Even if we die, we will die gloriously!"

Such simple, primitive metal instruments, and those railings and soft metal nets, those walls that won't hold even a single punch from her, those closely packed and shaky handrails… this was way too elementary to her; how could she not stand out?!

Topping everyone's gazes, she was the arrow zipping from the bow the moment the whistle sounded. In a blink of an eye, she's leapt onto the round wood, pa.s.sed the hooks, went through the metal net, scaled the rope ladder, jumped over the quagmire, climbed up the wall, and leapt off of it. Her movement was fluid without pauses; she was agile and light, as though she'd trained with the course countless times–she was more familiar with the movements than a soldier who'd trained there.

When she crossed the finishing line, silence enshrouded the ma.s.ses. Z L T

"Forty… forty-nine seconds." The instructor looked at the stopwatch, clicked it multiple times before confirming the timing stutteringly. Z L T

Forty-nine seconds. She completely the entire obstacle faultlessly in the time taken to inhale and exhale. Z L T

Commissar Li stood, his palms against the table, his breathing quick. The burly middle-aged man beside him was even more riled up: "Where did that la.s.s come from!? She's almost as good as a special forces soldier!"

"Ole Dong, you just reached today so you don't know, but that la.s.s is weak-looking crazy skilled; she hit bullseye for a round of consecutive ten bullets!" Z L T

"The target shooting segment's not over yet though?" The middle-aged man turned. Z L T

"Xiao Zhou and the gang discovered that the other time when they brought the students who were competing to get some practice because they were bored." Z L T

"Ole Li you're getting more daring huh, not telling me about this even learning this from the kids?!"

"The Great Team Lead, you've been busy with more important matters than this trival happening." Commissar Li laughed heartily at his joking words of reprimand.

"Fine, she's still a la.s.s no matter how good she is, still ain't much if she can't go up to the battlefield. It's not going to do if she gets weak in the knees in the face of the enemy."

"Xiao Zhou got fifty-eight seconds the last time he finished the course." Z L T

"Enh…" The team lead looked ahead at the playing area, clapping his hands, "enough with this, continue with the showcase!" ♢ MY CLa.s.sMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 06 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONS♢

Instructor Zhou was relatively excited when he looked at Xuan Mo's results. Confused as to why Tong Team Lead, who was known of his pa.s.sion for talented people, hadn't leapt from his seat, he raised his head and saw the two team leads sitting together calmly. He scratched his head; they probably have a plan knocked out already.

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