The toll machine sounded a pleasant card swiping sound.

Immediately afterwards, the virtual scene changed, and the refreshed "Instructions for Use of Stress Training" was projected onto the holographic screen.

"Thank you for choosing the monthly package for instructor supervision. The XX training base in Floating City is your loyal companion on your growth path. The instructor's responsibilities cover caring for students, guiding students' training, and letting students feel warm. The responsibility for inferior stress will be borne by the instructor instead of Party B (student)..."

"After the monthly card is activated, students will receive up to 8 hours/day instructor guidance, and it is not prohibited to pay instructor service fees and tips. The following is a list of recommended instructors for the month... The first time you choose not to charge a nomination fee (good news, the limited-time nomination fee for the gold medal instructor Ajun is half price!)..."

Wu Jin opened his eyes wide and looked over.

The list of dozens of instructors lit up in the void, including the familiar teacher Ajun and the cool female assistant teacher who just now was marked with praise rate and tips on each avatar, plus the high guidance price, almost bringing the credit points of the students to the extreme-

The screen was closed with a "bang".

Wei Shi was cold and intimidating: "Who do you want to name?"

Wu Jin was stunned and shook his head hard: "No, no, no..."

Wei Shi: "Come here."

Wu Jin jumped up with a whoosh and stood at attention opposite Wei Shi.

Wei Shi ordered: "Sit."

In the holographic training room, the plastic resin soft glue used to simulate the terrain of the scene gradually spreads, freeing up a place for two people to sit down.

The man sat down casually, bent his slender and straight legs on one side and stretched his side freely. The smooth and shiny black military boots made Wu Jin unable to help but take a look... He was wearing basic white shoes for training, and his aura was judged immediately.

The rest area that was freed up at this time was only a square inch, and the two of them inevitably needed to be together.

Wu Jin tried hard to reduce the volume he occupied, and looked at the boss with a bright look: "Brother, which knowledge point should we start..."

The man lowered his head slightly until Wu Jin's fluffy curly hair gradually became stiff before he looked away.

The laser pen casually points to the instructor's duties in the projection, Wei Shili should: "Start by caring for the students' psychology."

Wu Jin: “…!!!”

Wei Shi: "How much do you know about stress training?"

Wu Jin squeezed for a long time, repeated what the assistant coach said, and combined it with the previous teachings of the team manager: "... By simulating the stress environment, adapt to the shock, impedance, and change the extraversion of personality..."

The boss nodded.

Wu Jin immediately calmed down and raised his head to listen carefully.

"Stress training, the full name is cognitive-emotional control stress training." Wei Shi explained that his speech speed is slow and powerful: "Dragged back to the ancient medieval times, it was first called 'touch death'."

Wu Jin opened his eyes wide.

"In the war environment, soldiers have huge psychological pressure, and prevention is more efficient than post-mortem intervention. The development of holographic technology has further improved the stress training conditions - but it was banned by the Federal Human Rights Association forty years ago," Wei Shi said: "Because side effects are frequent, the vast majority of trainees cannot reach the psychological pressure above A."

Wu Jin breathed a little relieved. In terms of his personality evaluation, the A-level psychological pressure-bearing ability is opposite to the extraverted E. However, the boss immediately said: "And there is also-"

Wu Jin pricked up his ears again.

Wei Shi glanced at him: "There is no experienced training supervisor."

Wu Jin blinked and quickly moved to the boss again.

Wei Shi raised his eyebrows and let the rabbit spirit arch: "There is no scene that requires stress training in the Closson Show, which is also one of the significant differences from the Interstellar League. If your goal is only a debut position, I can take you back to the dynamic target training room."

Wu Jin paused and felt embarrassed for a long time: "...I want to...become a professional league player."

Extraverted E, shallow experience, only two days of tactical foundation, and an average of 7 rings of dynamic targets. Even among trainees, Wu Jin is basically at the bottom. Closen Show has only 10 debut positions, and the competition becomes more intense the more it goes. When the debut cannot be guaranteed, even the manager of the White Moonlight Team may not support Wu Jin.

But the boss sat in front of him.

Wu Jin has extraordinary trust and honesty towards Wei Shi.

Including being honest with his ambitions.

When he signed a trainee for the first time, Wu Jin's goal was to become a top idol who could inspire his fans. Then, when he signed a trainee for the second time, his vision could not be limited to his debut position.

It has been nearly two months since the accidental travel. At first, Wu Jin's purpose in participating in the Closen Show was to keep his job without mining. Two months later, it was different to examine it again.

From the rematch performance to the extremely warm field, the cell maze, and the guns scared him at first, but later they became one of his most familiar comrades.

If the theme song of Closson Show fulfilled his dream of stage before traveling through time, the battle royale show has become the second stage that Wu Jin longs for. On the stage is a meticulous escape royale game, and the audience is a cheering fan who waving flags and shouting for him.

Wu Jin had just said that, his cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly added: "!I mean, if I could make his debut..."

The rough palm with a gun calluse suddenly pressed on the boy's small curly hair.

Wei Shi tskated: "Professional player, it's a bit far behind."

Wu Jin's eyes drooped suddenly, but he heard from the boss: "If you practice for another 7 or 8 months, you're still not bad."

The warm little soft hair under the palm suddenly rose happily.

Wei Shi threw the gun at him, signaling the startled rabbit spirit to stand in the middle of the dungeon, and remembered another thing: "Also, stress training is not to change personality tendencies."

Wu Jin said blankly: "That extraverted E..."

Wei Shiyangyang Mei: "E has E's style of playing. Stress training is to allow trainees to make rational judgments in extreme situations. Stand to the right."

Wu Jin quickly stood on the right and stood at attention. The slightly suppressed mood seemed to be unlocked by a wonderful way. He couldn't help but speak again: "Brother, I really don't need to change..."

In the dim training room, the boy's cheeks were slightly red and he looked nervous. He held the gun and seemed to be a rabbit who wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat it.

Wei Shi narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and said, "No, you are you."

Wu Jin immediately raised his face and showed his happy little white teeth.

It's like a rabbit with a certificate of qualification being stamped.

Wei Shi's eyes wandered slightly on the disappeared poker. After the medicine repaired, his neck was white and tender, and no trace disappeared.

The man looked around and moved away after a while.

When the copy indicator light illuminated again, Wu Jin was fully armed with war.

Wei Shi quickly looked through his terrible record data and made tactical guidance: "Remember, your purpose is to make reasonable predictions in stress. There is no need to force yourself. Stress training is not a physical fitness test. Just look in my direction and you can pause the dungeon at any time."

Wu Jin nodded and suddenly remembered, wouldn’t the eldest brother have to keep staring at him?... I feel so embarrassed to be so!!

Wu Jin hurriedly said, "Thank you, brother, no need..."

Wei Shi narrowed his eyes: "Or, do you want to prepare a safe word?"

Wu Jin was unaware of anything and looked confused: "What word? It should be...it's OK."

Wei Shi's throat moved slightly.

Before Wu Jin could turn around, the copy of "Aquila Zombie Tide" was opened again.

Maybe he was awarded a rabbit certificate, and Wu Jin was more at ease than when he was training alone.

The 24-second record was refreshed again, but after 32 seconds, it was still hard to resist the fate of being surrounded by zombies' despair. Wu Jin hurriedly looked at the boss-

The high-level zombie's evil hands were about to reach out to Wu Jin's stagnant in the air.

The man jumped off the stands, the military cloak brought a cool wind, lowered his arrogant chin and stretched out his hand to Wu Jin, which was like redemption among a group of bloody zombies.

Wei Shi looked at Wu Tuzi who was bullied by the zombie tide with expressionless expression: "Stand, center of gravity. Under stress conditions, Wei French design will automatically adjust to the equal triangle design posture due to muscle tension, and his feet will be separated."

The man pressed Wu Jin's white shoes with military boots and signaled him to move his right foot out.

The black chrome tanned leather and shiny glue edges forced Wu Jin to retreat, and his aggressive aura made him unable to control his eyes to look at Wei Shi.

"List forward to offset the recoil." The man's voice was low, and his hand covered with gun calluses was adjusted on Wu Jin's right shoulder.

Wu Jin responded subconsciously.

Wei Shi suddenly lowered his head and said lightly: "Concentrate, your sight should be used to predict the enemy's movement."

Wu Jin, who was staring at the boss, suddenly reacted and quickly stood firm.

The dungeon was dark, and the man leaned very close to him because of the correction movement, and accidentally brushed his belt when he turned sideways.

Dark brown leather cavalry armed belt, gilded inner buckle, one end of the military cloak with a horseshoe knife. The metal and leather are the legs that are straight into the military boots.

"Straighten your spine." The man's slightly hoarse tone came from his side again.

The hot breath hit the boy's neck, dyeing a light physiological blush. Wu Jin's spine straightened, inevitably facing Wei Shi's sight again.

His expression was cold and his facial features were like a knife and axe.

"Okay." Wei Shi nodded, threw the rabbit spirit into the center of the dungeon, and restarted the dungeon.

The zombies rushed over again.

Wu Jin paused for a second before he realized, his ears were red without control.

Big brother...he looks so pretty.

that is……

that is……

There was a howl behind him.

Wu Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the virtual bullet passed by him. He rolled to the right twice in a row before avoiding the zombie attack. His arm holding the trigger quickly found the sense of the gun.

——As far as I was trying hard to spit on myself.
To be continued...