Is it allowed to use "personality" as a physical test?

Looking at the eight events displayed on the scoreboard, Guan Yiqing rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.

Softball throwing, standing long jump, 50m run, endurance run, grip, repeated horizontal jumps, sit-ups, sitting forward bend.

It was indeed a routine event … but it was very troublesome to achieve a relatively good result through "personality".

Other people's "personality" was relatively limited, it was easy to see which event had an advantage, but when it came to him …

This was a test of imagination, wasn't it?

Guan Yiqing opened the first page of the notebook and used a mechanical pencil to poke small dots on it.

In short, grip, sit-ups, and sitting forward bend pass, the remaining events …

"The first place in the practical test is …"

Mr. Aizawa's gaze swept across the students in front of him and landed on Guan Yiqing, who was obviously not listening.

"Ah … forget it, Bombastic, how many meters could you throw a softball in junior high?"

Guan Yiqing had just finished drawing a pair of wings when he heard the familiar surname. He raised his head with interest.

"Bombastic … Sheng?"

The "Xiao Sheng" mentioned by Dehisa was the number one among the ordinary students, with a kill score seven points higher than him …

The hot-tempered teenager.

He didn't know if he felt the gaze behind him or heard him whisper his name, but the hot-tempered teenager suddenly turned around and glared at Guan Yiqing.

The latter waved at him in a friendly manner with a harmless face.

No, it was actually an expression that said "So what if you don't like me, come and bite me if you can …" which was full of information.

Hehe.

He was on the verge of being beaten on the ground.

"Tsk, you bastard …"

Brother-in-law put on a very ferocious and beautiful expression, small sparks exploding from his palms one after another.

"Hey, Bombastic, let me ask you, how many meters did you throw a softball in junior high?"

Teacher Aizawa finally couldn't stand it anymore. He could only glare at a certain problem child who was slowing down the class. Then, he used one sentence to successfully block the anger between the two of them into the throat of a certain irascible youth.

"67 meters."

Bombastic replied through gritted teeth.

Ichiqing: Although I don't know the difference between a softball and a medicine ball, I still have to bother you …

"Then use your personality before you throw it away."

"As long as we don't leave the circle, anything is fine."

He watched as Bombastic exercised his arms and adjusted his posture. Then …

"Go to hell —"

Go to hell …?

A chill ran down Guan Yiqing's spine.

He had a feeling that he was part of the 705.2m of rage.

Sigh, forget it, I'll just draw pictures. Maybe I would be strangled to death by the headteacher's bandage before I could touch Bombastic's sparks …

"Then I'll consider the person who is ranked last in the total score of the eight events as having no potential and expel him."

Oh, sorry, I forgot that someone as lazy as my own headteacher wouldn't choose to strangle him to death. He could just expel him with a finger.

But generally …

Guan Yiqing closed the notebook with a snap.

Usually, the punishment of being fired would be really nice.

"50 meters run"

Iida: Oh my god

Engine

3 seconds 04 seconds

Qingshan Elegant

Navel Laser

5 seconds 51 seconds

Bombastic wins

Blast

4 seconds 13 seconds

…

Guan Yiqing intentionally dragged his test to the last one. He stood on the side of the track and watched the big shots run while writing and drawing in his notebook.

If the laser could last the whole time, it might be much better than the engine and blast …

emmmm

Or the engine was faster?

Considering the operation … What about the laser cannon?

Guan Yiqing quickly composed and added details on the paper. He thought about the size and function of the laser cannon and slowly walked to the starting point of the 50 meters run.

Hiss — Bang —

A gun-shaped weapon with a metallic luster appeared out of nowhere in the smoke.

Guan Yiqing carried it on his shoulder, adjusted the angle, and pulled the trigger. A uniform beam of light with a diameter of about 30 centimeters was emitted through the lens installed on the muzzle.

It reached the finish line.

"2 seconds 47 seconds"

"Destroy."

The laser cannon disappeared.

Guan Yiqing scratched his head and opened his notebook to record his results. He planned to find a chance to try the effect of the "engine" type of 50 meters run.