Self-discipline! Have You Ever Seen Marin Vando at Four in the Morning?

　　"A person who is truly self-disciplined should develop in an all-round way in morality, intelligence, physique, beauty and labor."

　　Roy: "..."

　　To put it bluntly, you are not rewarded!

　　Invincible?

　　Who doesn't want to! !

　　Rubbish!

　　Then he just finished complaining, and the system prompt sounded again in his ear.

　　"Daily self-discipline tasks: clean the room, drink eight cups of hot water, do the laundry!"

　　Roy rolled his eyes immediately.

　　···

Chapter 7

　　5:00am.

　　Zefa returned to his office alone.

　　He took out a brand new pair of sunglasses from the drawer, covered his panda eyes blacked by Roy's punch, and then pulled out a document from the thick stack of documents behind him.

　　The title page of the document has a name written on it: Roy.

　　Seeing this name, Zefa seemed to remember the scene just now, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he gently opened the file.

　　The file is very thin, only a short page.

　　And in that short page, the information is also pitiful.

　　Life: Roy.

　　Parents: Confirmed dead.

　　Birthplace: East China Sea.

　　Enlistment age: 18

　　Physical fitness evaluation: medium

　　Overall Political Evaluation: Excellent

　　Suggestions for enlistment: Strengthen physical fitness training, and it may be recommended to assign a branch in the future, or serve as an intelligence administrative officer in the headquarters.

　　It is unimaginable that just a few lines of words can simply sum up the first half of a person's life.

　　Ke Zefa frowned, and subconsciously took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

　　After taking a deep breath, the white smoke of the cigar swirled around his wrinkled face, which seemed mysterious and deep in the darkness of this early morning.

　　"It doesn't make sense..."

　　"Is the physical fitness evaluation average?"

　　Zefa frowned tightly, shook his head and murmured softly.

　　This is his habit.

　　The enlistment file can well reflect a person's comprehensive quality, which to some extent can be used to evaluate the soldier's future training program and employment recommendation.

　　Although Zefa is the chief instructor of the military academy, it is impossible to do everything by himself.

　　Things like conscription into the army naturally don't need him to deal with it in person.

　　So after meeting Roy, after some "communication", he decided to come back to see Roy's files.

　　But the information on this file gave him deep doubts.

　　General physical fitness

　　But Roy's "additional training" just now showed endurance, physical fitness and strength far beyond the scope of freshmen in the military academy.

　　Even the cadets who are recognized as outstanding in this class, including freshmen such as Mole, Ghost Spider, Tina, and Smog, are about the same level.

　　But Roy's file was placed in the "third class" ranks.

　　Third, this is already the last one in the military academy's training sequence ranking, and it belongs to the kind of dispensable situation.

　　"Could it be that something went wrong during the enlistment measurement?"

　　The moment the idea just came up, Zefa subconsciously shook his head and rejected it.

　　impossible.

　　The process of conscription and enlistment is very cumbersome and strict, especially for the admission of military cadets, it is extremely strict, and it is impossible to make mistakes.

　　unless······

　　"This kid has never been systematically trained before, so the real potential hasn't been tapped yet?"

　　Zefa said these words softly, and took a deep sip on the cigar again.

　　Feeling the pungency of the cigar rolling in his throat, Zefa's spirit, who had been sleepless all night, was instantly boosted, and the drowsiness that came like a tide also dissipated immediately.

　　He slowly closed the file, stood up, and walked to the file rack again.

　　Looking at the file racks that were neatly arranged and separated into three sequences in a very orderly manner, his eyes were stunned, and he suddenly smiled.

　　Ghostly,

　　He put Roy's files in the first-class sequence.

　　That is a sequence comparable to the excellent candidates for officers such as Ghost Spider and Smoker who have received much attention and expectations.

　　"I hope you don't let the old man down, funny kid."

　　"It's really rare to see such a vibrant young man."

　　Zefa said such a sentence to himself, and slowly turned around.

　　The darkness in the room has gradually faded, and a touch of golden warmth has gradually penetrated outside the window.

　　the distant sea,

　　above the sea,

　　The brilliant golden sunlight gradually poked out of the clouds like the fingers of a giant, dispelling the fog on the icy sea.

　　The fierce sea breeze howled wildly in the military fortress-lined Marin Fanduo, and countless snow-white seagull flags roared.

　　Another new day.

　　Zefa snuffed out the cigar in his hand.

　　before opening the door,

　　involuntarily,

　　habitually turning back,

　　on that desk,

　　An old photo frame was placed there.

　　The figures above are blurred.

　　Only three shadows were faintly visible.

　　One of them looked solemn and solemn, with a restrained smile and purple hair like a life in full bloom.

　　Next to her was the figure of a young woman, whose face was not clearly visible, but her smile was as gentle as water.

　　In her arms is a cute baby.

　　Zefa sighed in his heart, his eyes slightly red.

　　He couldn't remember how many days he hadn't slept well.

　　Eight years ago, they were brutally killed by pirates and left themselves.

　　He never went back to that home since then.

　　Sorry?

　　he does not know.

　　Maybe this is the fate of being a soldier?

　　But he asked himself that he had never done anything wrong.

　　He is merciful, brave, just, merciful,

　　Even in the face of the most evil gangsters and pirates, he will not kill the killer.

　　But in the end,

　　A general known as "do not kill", even his wife and children could not be protected.

　　What a fucking world

　　He took a deep breath,

　　With one hand, he put on the cape of the admiral hanging next to him.

　　open the door,

　　The gust of wind from the outside was pouring in, blowing the word "justice" on the cloak, like a roar of a mad dragon.

　　Zefa tightened his black tie and strode forward.

　　As every night weeping in the past,

　　Whenever the sun sets and dawns the next day,

　　He will put on his uniform again,

　　Resolutely.