In the afternoon, in classroom 1A, before the basic hero class, other than Guan Yiqing who was spinning his pen out of boredom, everyone else was looking at the front door with anticipation.

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"I — came in through the front door normally!"

Ormet's appearance was like pouring a ladle of cold water on a hot pan of oil. The classroom that was so quiet that only the sound of heartbeats could be heard instantly exploded.

Even Guan Yiqing was shocked, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground.

Ormet, who obviously had a different style from the people around him, stood on the podium in the platinum period costume of American comics. He calmly showed off his tall and straight body, the obvious tight muscles on his upper body, the fearless and wanton smile, and the high-spirited and confident tone of his voice …

Guan Yiqing suddenly remembered the figure that he saw on the big screen by the street many times.

He had to admit that such a classic hero image, if it could be widely spread along with his deeds and engraved in the minds of every citizen, especially the younger generation, it would be perfect to gild their dreams with a layer of dazzling gold.

"A symbol of peace …"

"The course I'm in charge of is the basic hero class. This is a course that carries out various kinds of training to build the foundation of a hero. It also has the most credits.

Let's not waste any more time, it's today — "

Ormet took out a card with "Bettle" written on it out of nowhere and raised it in front of everyone.

"Combat training-"

Guan Yiqing subconsciously looked at Green Valley and Bombastic who were in the front row. As expected, from the back of their heads, he could see that the two had completely different attitudes towards the battle.

He was not worried about it. As long as it was not a close combat, there would always be a way to deal with it.

"And there's also this … look here —"

Ormet waved his hand, and rows of numbered metal boxes were slowly pushed out from the wall of the classroom.

"Based on the 'personality report' and 'requirements' that you submitted before school, this is a custom-made battle suit … After changing, gather at the field beta."

"Yes —"

Guan Yiqing carried his suitcase number 21 and slowly walked to the changing room. He could not help but recall the scene three weeks ago when he was lying on the table in the study and racking his brains to design the blueprint.

Due to his lack of experience, Guan Yiqing's application of his "personality" was limited to wings and various weapons. Therefore, the concept of a combat suit stopped there.

Over and over again, he modified the paper, using his "personality" to materialize the items on the paper, tried them on, confirmed the style and materials, and wrote down the instructions …

The final product seemed to have gone in a completely different direction from the original intention.

The most dependable colors were black and white. His upper body was in a sleeveless black tights with a high collar and a bare back. White bandages were wrapped from his wrists to his upper arms. His left hand was completely covered by black gloves, and his right thumb, index finger, and middle finger were exposed.

The lower half of his body was a pair of black overalls with a pocket on each side. He had strappy boots and a belt that formed a smooth curve.

Finally, a half-length windbreaker covered her bare back, slender waist, and perfectly proportioned figure.

Cold, ascetic, seductive, but also completely flashy without substance.

It was the design draft that Guan Yiqing was most satisfied with.

The empty streets, the neatly arranged but inorganic buildings, the walls, and the concrete forest within …

Guan Yiqing was the first to come out of the changing room. When he arrived at the so-called field beta, this was the scene he saw.

Olmet had been standing with his back to the entrance, but now he turned around and faced the young man in black who looked inexplicably melancholic. He walked up to him and stretched out his wide palm to touch the young man's soft black hair.

"I know you. Good luck in the next training, specially enrolled youth!"

Guan Yiqing curled up the corner of his mouth. The haze in his eyes suddenly dissipated and was dyed with a halo of stars.