Manual of Space-Time Interference

I've always known that I'm not a hero because I'm afraid of death, but today, when the word hero finds me, I also know that I can't salt fish anymore...

Under the night sky, a figure leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking at the bright lights not far away, his eyes were constantly blurred.

A sense of identity is a wonderful feeling.

Everyone's pursuit is more or less driven by a sense of identity, and everything you do is basically seeking the recognition of others.

In the eyes of dialects, self-identification is indispensable, but the fundamental purpose of self-identification should be to gain the approval of others.

When you were young, you may have pursued 100 points in the test, and that is to seek the approval of your parents and teachers; when you grow up, you may seek to succeed in your career, and that is to seek the approval of others, classmates, friends, or relatives...

People are a group creature, and society is also a group composed of people. When what you do, what you do, and what you think are fully affirmed by others, a sense of accomplishment, understanding, and identity will be in your heart. Ripple, sublime...

When Yan Hongchang, the chief, or perhaps the country, began to agree with what the dialect had done, all kinds of unease and loneliness in the past began to be replaced by a responsibility.

From the very beginning, Dialect knew that being a hero is hard, and being a living hero is even harder.

But if you don't do it, who will know if you can succeed?

At least, I once fought and worked hard...

Dialect looked at Yanjing, which was gradually quieting down, and thought quietly that the night sky was vast, but he also knew that perhaps in the not-too-distant future, the stars would reappear on it.

……

"Boy, you are very good! You have great potential!" Yan Zhendong stood in front of Dialect, with a hint of cold light in his eyes as the hungry wolf caught his prey, and patted Dialect on the shoulder, "However, on this field, you only have One option is to obey!"

"I don't care how important you are or what you have done. From today onwards, as long as your fist is not as big as mine." Yan Zhendong narrowed his eyes and looked at the dialect standing straight in front of him.

"No matter what I say, you can only answer 'yes', do you understand?" Yan Zhendong shouted.

"Yes!" Dialect replied loudly.

"The voice is too low, I can't hear it!" Yan Zhendong turned his ear to the side and shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Dialect shouted loudly.

"That's right, I finally have a look!" Yan Zhendong smiled and looked at his watch, "Ahead, 10 kilometers off-road with a weight of 20 kilograms, time, one hour!"

"I'll wait for you at the finish line. After an hour, if you don't arrive, you need to run back by yourself. Lunch, no!"

"Yes!" Fang Yan shouted, holding the backpack next to him and slung it on his back, feeling the heavy weight behind him, and ran forward at a constant speed.

Yan Zhendong looked at this figure, nodded, turned his head and sat next to the Dongfang Iron Armor.

"Lin Hu, I was tricked by you." He said to Lin Hu in the driver's seat next to him.

Lin Hu started the car, and the Dongfang Tiejia let out a ferocious roar, which instantly surpassed the dialect and drove towards the finish line.

"Aren't you curious? Don't you want to raise a soldier king among the soldiers?" Lin Hu took his eyes from the dialect and looked at the road ahead.

"I thought I did, but I didn't think so!" Yan Zhendong said, "A few brothers and I were transferred from Longya with a single transfer order, and the adjustment was unclear."

"There are benefits to being unclear," Lin Hu said.

Not everyone is qualified to know about the dialect. The identity information about any dialect has been quietly hidden, and only the people above and the senior officials of Guoan know it.

"You know, the battlefield is our home." Yan Zhendong said, looking at the disappearing figures behind him from the rearview mirror.

"This is also your battlefield." Lin Hu replied, turning to look at Yan Zhendong, "How strong he can become and how long he can live, this is a war."

"Is he so important?" Yan Zhendong asked.

"His life now is more important than you, me, or even your entire army!" Lin Hu said word by word,

"Okay, I accept my fate. What you want is to make him stronger." Yan Zhendong said helplessly, narrowing his eyes, "Then we will make him stronger."

"You still have less than a month left, the process is up to you, we only need the result, but be careful not to hurt him." Lin Hu said, "I will go back in the afternoon, and he will completely leave it to you, logistics. Don't worry, you can have anything you want!"

"That's not bad." Yan Zhendong nodded, looked into the distance, and said softly,

"Then, next, it's hell..."

……

"Let me introduce you first, this is Ge Jun, your future fighting coach." Yan Zhendong pointed to the big man next to him and said to the dialect.

At this time, Dialect had returned to the base and was standing in front of the dining table in the cafeteria, and opposite him were three elites from Longya.

"Boy, I heard that you are very durable~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Not bad!" A smile appeared on Ge Jun's dark face, and he twisted his neck.

"This one will be your shooting coach from now on, called Zhou Quan."

The falcon-like gaze turned to the dialect, and the sharp eyes made the dialect a little uncomfortable, as if Zhou Quan was taking it as a prey.

"You have a talent for shooting!" Zhou Quan's words were simple and clear, and he fell silent at random.

Yan Zhendong shook his head, looked at the dialect, and said with a smile, "From now on, welcome to hell!"

"From now on, you only have 5 minutes for each meal." Yan Zhendong put the stopwatch on the table, "Let's start!"

Dialect quickly sat down, picked up the chopsticks next to him, and devoured the food in front of him, seeing Yan Zhendong and Ge Jun beside him smiling at each other.

"Time is up!" After a while, Yan Zhendong picked up the stopwatch.

Dialect raised his head, his mouth was still full of oily smell, and there was a piece of beef between his chopsticks. He looked at Yan Zhendong in front of him, full of confusion and confusion.

He knew that it must not have been five minutes yet.

"Stand up!" Yan Zhendong roared, "You are here to obey, not question!"

Dialect stood up and looked at Yan Zhendong with stubbornness in his eyes.

"This is the last time, from now on, here, you can speak with a big fist!" Yan Zhendong shouted, looking at the dialect in front of him defiantly.

"Yes!" Fang Yan replied, looking at the three people in front of him without showing weakness.

"It looks like it!" Yan Zhendong said while looking at the dialect, then turned to look at Ge Jun, "Now he's handed over to you."

Ge Jun nodded, moved his wrist, twisted his neck, turned his head and walked outside the cafeteria, "Follow me, if it's a man!"