Chapter: 246
He originally thought that after taking the Sequence potion, he would more or less improve his physical fitness as an Extraordinary, but the cruel facts told him that the skills of a "Seer" are all based on spirituality, spirit, intuition and interpretation. In fact, it does not allow him to quickly adapt to combat training.
However, the original owner focused on studying for many years and suffered from some malnutrition, which kept his physical fitness at a lower-middle level. It can only be said that it is quite normal to have such "sequelae" today.
"Muscle soreness? I remember you came back after dinner yesterday and didn't do anything else... Does alcohol make your muscles sore?" Melissa asked inquiringly.
Could it be that alcohol can make your muscles sore... Sister, you're asking a good question... The question is really confusing... Klein laughed dryly and said, "No, it has nothing to do with alcohol, it was yesterday afternoon I joined the company's fighting training."
"Fighting?" Melissa was even more surprised.
Klein quickly organized his words and said, "It's like this. I consider, I think, as a security company's history and cultural relics consultant, I can't stay in the office forever, in the dock warehouse. Maybe there will be Then one day, I need to go to the countryside with them, to the old castle, to the original place where the cultural relics were obtained. On the way, I will climb mountains, cross rivers, walk many, many roads, and accept various tests of nature. Have a healthy enough body."
"So you joined fighting training to improve your physique?" Melissa understood what her brother meant.
"Yes." Klein replied in the affirmative.
Melissa frowned slightly and said, "But this is not a gentleman anymore... Haven't you always demanded yourself by the standards of a professor? A professor only needs to read literature, think about difficult problems, and be gentle and demeanor."
"Of course, I'm not saying it's bad. I like men who can solve problems by themselves, whether they use their muscles or their brains."
Klein smiled and said: "No, no, no, Melissa, you have some misunderstandings about the definition of a professor. A real professor can not only communicate with people in a gentle and gentle manner, but also hold up a cane when there is an obstacle in communication. Use physical means to convince the other party."
"Physical way..." Melissa didn't react at once, but she quickly understood what her brother wanted to express, and she couldn't find the words to refute.
Klein didn't say anything more, moved his legs with difficulty, and moved to the bathroom.
Melissa stood there, watched for a few seconds, then shook her head suddenly, and chased after her in two steps: "Do you need my help?"
She offered a supporting gesture.
"No, there's no need. I had some acting elements just now." Feeling insulted, Klein suddenly straightened his back and walked normally.
Seeing her brother walking steadily into the bathroom and closing the door, Melissa pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "Klein is really getting more and more exaggerated...I thought his muscle soreness was really that serious... ..."
In the bathroom, Klein stood behind the closed door, his face suddenly contorted.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." He held his breath, tensed his body, and slowed down for seven or eight seconds.
It wasn't until he made his way downstairs, finished his breakfast, and watched Benson and Melissa go out, that he felt that the soreness was no longer so terrible.
After resting for a while, Klein took his cane, put on his top hat, and walked out slowly, towards the stop of the tram.
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Hoy University in the summer vacation is full of green trees, flowers and birds flourishing, peaceful and quiet.
After walking along the river for a while, Klein turned onto the road leading to the Department of History, found the old three-story graystone building, and found the office of his mentor, Cohen Quentin.
He knocked on the door and entered, and was surprised to see teacher Azik sitting in the instructor's place.
"Good morning, Mr. Ards, where is my mentor? We made an appointment in the letter to meet at ten o'clock." Klein asked suspiciously.
Cohen Quentin's good friend and teacher Azik, who often disputes with him over academic issues, said with a smile, "Cohen has an impromptu meeting and went to Tingen University. Let me wait for you here."
He has bronze skin, a medium build, black hair and brown pupils, and soft features. There is always an indescribable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, and there is a small mole hidden under his right ear that cannot be found without looking carefully.
After explaining the reason, Azik suddenly frowned and looked at Klein carefully.
"Is there anything disrespectful about me?" Klein looked blankly at his clothes: JrNovels.com
However, the original owner focused on studying for many years and suffered from some malnutrition, which kept his physical fitness at a lower-middle level. It can only be said that it is quite normal to have such "sequelae" today.
"Muscle soreness? I remember you came back after dinner yesterday and didn't do anything else... Does alcohol make your muscles sore?" Melissa asked inquiringly.
Could it be that alcohol can make your muscles sore... Sister, you're asking a good question... The question is really confusing... Klein laughed dryly and said, "No, it has nothing to do with alcohol, it was yesterday afternoon I joined the company's fighting training."
"Fighting?" Melissa was even more surprised.
Klein quickly organized his words and said, "It's like this. I consider, I think, as a security company's history and cultural relics consultant, I can't stay in the office forever, in the dock warehouse. Maybe there will be Then one day, I need to go to the countryside with them, to the old castle, to the original place where the cultural relics were obtained. On the way, I will climb mountains, cross rivers, walk many, many roads, and accept various tests of nature. Have a healthy enough body."
"So you joined fighting training to improve your physique?" Melissa understood what her brother meant.
"Yes." Klein replied in the affirmative.
Melissa frowned slightly and said, "But this is not a gentleman anymore... Haven't you always demanded yourself by the standards of a professor? A professor only needs to read literature, think about difficult problems, and be gentle and demeanor."
"Of course, I'm not saying it's bad. I like men who can solve problems by themselves, whether they use their muscles or their brains."
Klein smiled and said: "No, no, no, Melissa, you have some misunderstandings about the definition of a professor. A real professor can not only communicate with people in a gentle and gentle manner, but also hold up a cane when there is an obstacle in communication. Use physical means to convince the other party."
"Physical way..." Melissa didn't react at once, but she quickly understood what her brother wanted to express, and she couldn't find the words to refute.
Klein didn't say anything more, moved his legs with difficulty, and moved to the bathroom.
Melissa stood there, watched for a few seconds, then shook her head suddenly, and chased after her in two steps: "Do you need my help?"
She offered a supporting gesture.
"No, there's no need. I had some acting elements just now." Feeling insulted, Klein suddenly straightened his back and walked normally.
Seeing her brother walking steadily into the bathroom and closing the door, Melissa pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "Klein is really getting more and more exaggerated...I thought his muscle soreness was really that serious... ..."
In the bathroom, Klein stood behind the closed door, his face suddenly contorted.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." He held his breath, tensed his body, and slowed down for seven or eight seconds.
It wasn't until he made his way downstairs, finished his breakfast, and watched Benson and Melissa go out, that he felt that the soreness was no longer so terrible.
After resting for a while, Klein took his cane, put on his top hat, and walked out slowly, towards the stop of the tram.
����
Hoy University in the summer vacation is full of green trees, flowers and birds flourishing, peaceful and quiet.
After walking along the river for a while, Klein turned onto the road leading to the Department of History, found the old three-story graystone building, and found the office of his mentor, Cohen Quentin.
He knocked on the door and entered, and was surprised to see teacher Azik sitting in the instructor's place.
"Good morning, Mr. Ards, where is my mentor? We made an appointment in the letter to meet at ten o'clock." Klein asked suspiciously.
Cohen Quentin's good friend and teacher Azik, who often disputes with him over academic issues, said with a smile, "Cohen has an impromptu meeting and went to Tingen University. Let me wait for you here."
He has bronze skin, a medium build, black hair and brown pupils, and soft features. There is always an indescribable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, and there is a small mole hidden under his right ear that cannot be found without looking carefully.
After explaining the reason, Azik suddenly frowned and looked at Klein carefully.
"Is there anything disrespectful about me?" Klein looked blankly at his clothes: JrNovels.com
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