After lunch, I took another hour off and continued class at 1:00 pm.

The training team members of the Virtual Reality Division are different from those of other branches who play computer games all day long. They spend their day in class and training. Only at night, after dinner, and after walking together, will they enter the virtual reality world and play freely.

The morning is a theory class, and the afternoon is a practical training class.

This is a huge indoor venue, almost the size of a football field. The venue is filled with pieces of exercise equipment, three special boxing rings, as well as hanging sandbags, sandbags and other things.

It was still the middle-aged man in a suit and tie in the morning. He cleared his throat: "After this month and a half of physical exercise, everyone's physical fitness has been significantly improved. Starting today, we will officially enter the training of barehand fighting."

"But before training, I still want to emphasize! Reality and virtual reality world are different! Reality is a society ruled by law! Relying on physical fitness and learning fighting skills, to beat others and fight, it is illegal. In serious cases, it is necessary to go to jail and shoot!"

"I believe everyone has heard about the announcement of the players of the Batu Club's life last week. Is he playing games well? OK! It's indeed professional! But if he beat someone, he was illegal, and he was arrested? The club was fired and the live broadcast room was blocked. He had to be in prison for at least ten years. It can be said that his future was completely ruined by himself! Otherwise, with his popularity, it would be not difficult to make three or four million a year? But now? How much money can he be worth when he is out of prison ten years later?"

"We are doing e-sports, whether it is tradition or virtual reality now, and we are eating youthful food! We are well trained and we have achieved results in playing games. We will naturally make money. Work harder, work for seven or eight years, retire, do live broadcasts, sell cakes, etc., and we will never have to worry about food and drink in our lifetime."

"But we are also public figures! What matters most to us is not just gaming technology, but also our own image! Therefore, controlling the temper is particularly important! Needless to say, you should pay special attention to it during live broadcasts, because if you punch this, it may ruin your life!"

"The club spent money to teach you the skills of bare hands fighting. I hope everyone can make a difference in virtual reality games and achieve results. Isn't it for you to bully the weak and do some stupid things in reality! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Thirty-six trainees standing neatly in three rows below spoke in unison.

"I didn't hear it clearly!" The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged.

"I understand!" He still spoke in unison, but this time the voice became louder.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man pressed down with his hands, then pointed to a strong man wearing shorts vest, about 1.8 meters, and was covered in tendons and flesh, and said: "Now I will introduce the coach of this course. This is a senior training consultant hired by our club specifically from the Sanda team of the Central and Provincial People's Provincial People's Provincial People's Provincial People's Provincial People's Provincial People's Provincial People's Provincial People's Class. Zhao Gang and Zhao. He won the 80kg championship of the National Sanda Championship in 1920 and 1924 for two consecutive years! He is currently the head coach of the Sanda team of Guangdong Province! Let us welcome Coach Zhao together!"

As he said that, he took the lead in applauding. Of course, the thirty-six team members below did not react slowly, and the warm applause instantly rang out.

Coach Zhao smiled, but his voice was just a normal look: "Hello everyone, I am Zhao Gang. From today on, I will teach you some basic Sanda skills..."

...

The afternoon class was a bit difficult. All thirty-six young men were trained to cry and call me, and there was no part of their body that was not sore or swollen.

Dragging their tired bodies, everyone finished their supper, led by the middle-aged man, walked out of the club and began to walk around the club's building quickly.

It took a full eight laps before everyone was brought back to the club.

Although Awen was inconvenient in his hands and had many skills that could not be trained, he was very difficult in the afternoon. Now his legs were like he was filled with lead, and he just wanted to go back to the dormitory and lie down on the bed.

But after announcing his dissolution, the middle-aged man stopped him: "Awen, wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Awen expressed confusion.

"Manager Qu asked you to go there, and you will be in the conference room on the third floor." The middle-aged man said directly.

Awen has been to Jiashi for a long time, so he naturally knows who Manager Qu is. It can be said that in addition to the big boss of the club, he is one of the most powerful people in the club.

For example, some ordinary players who are transferred to positions, deduct bonuses, suspended for reflection, or even directly fired, are just a matter of his words. Even the celebrity players in the club have to take a breath and act according to his eyes, but they dare not speak out.

What did he do for himself? Could he fire himself? But I did quite well this month, why did he fire me?

With deep confusion, Awen came to the third floor and walked into the conference room.

There was no one else in the conference room, only one in an exquisite suit, with gold-rimmed glasses, holding a pen and writing something on his laptop. The middle-aged man in his thirties was Manager Qu.

Awen knocked on the door: "Manager Qu."

"You are here, sit down!" Manager Qu raised his head and pointed to the seat not far away.

Awen Ruyan sat down.

After writing for a while, Manager Qu put down his pen, put his cap on his chest, closed his notebook, and looked at Awen.

He smiled and said, "Awen, don't worry, you have nothing else to do when you look for you, just ask you to check something."

Awen's heart was beating in his mind, he didn't say anything, but just nodded.

Manager Qu continued: "The resume I have read and some of the achievements you have made after joining the club are very good, proving that we have not hired the wrong person."

After a pause, he continued, "I heard... you have a classmate who works in Tian'ang?"

It turns out that's the matter!

Awen nodded: "Yes, we have a dormitory in our university."

"Oh." Manager Qu's smile even more: "Awen, you also know that virtual reality games are developing very well now, and will surely be the mainstream of the future gaming industry and a direction for our club to develop vigorously! Therefore, in terms of obtaining relevant information, the club has always been investing a lot of effort."

He spread his hands: "Since you have such a relationship, do you mind building a bridge and leading wire for the club?"

"This..." Awen's tone was a little confused: "Haitao and I are indeed in good relationship. I have asked him some things, but what he does at Tian'ang Company is doing mobile game testing, and it doesn't have much interaction with virtual reality games. I..."

"It doesn't matter!" Manager Qu interrupted him: "As long as his Tian'ang people, the news must be more informative than us. After all, no matter how big the company is, all kinds of rumors will be circulated. The rumor is also news, and we are willing to pay."

"Then... I'll give it a try." Awen's tone was a little unsure.

"Okay, just try." Manager Qu's smile remained unchanged: "If you need anything, you can directly mention it to the club. No matter what money or anything, our club has always been generous."

...

After finishing the conversation, Awen left the conference room and returned to the dormitory. After taking a simple shower, he lay on the bed.

Xiaobao on the opposite side had already slept unconsciously with his helmet.

However, Awen was full of thoughts in his heart. He tossed and turned around on the bed for a while before he picked up the helmet on the bedside table and put it on his head.

He was sleepy and soon, he entered the virtual reality world.

After experiencing his fingers, he clicked on the holographic panel.

[Virtual Reality Game], "Shameful Adventure", [Select Script], "The World of Taoism", the second stage script.
Chapter completed!