This whip crack was no ordinary whip crack.
As he swung his arm, Yu Zhibo slightly shifted his body, twisting his waist and lifting his hips, puffing out his chest and turning his head, his posture exceptionally alluring.
If a girl struck this pose, it might be beautiful, but Yu Zhibo had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a handsome face, and was not effeminate in the slightest.
Therefore, when he adopted this effeminate move, it was incredibly flamboyant and quite jarring to the eyes.
Si Junfang couldn't help but chuckle, but in the next moment, her surprise quickly turned to astonishment.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Yu Zhibo swung his arm and batted away the sphere directly facing his chest, eleven other spheres of varying speeds flew from under his armpits, beside his jaw, from his waist, above his head, past his face, beneath his crotch, in front of his groin, and grazed his knees, hitting the ground with thudding sounds.
And this was merely the beginning!
In the following moments, as the spheres were continuously launched, Yu Zhibo, like an elf in a storm, swayed his body, his form brushing past the spheres in the gaps countless times. Those he couldn't dodge were swiftly batted away with fluid movements. The thudding of spheres hitting the ground was incessant.
Wang Ange and Su Caiying were both stunned. In previous tests, 70k
There are still three months until the Supernatural Exchange Meet. Let's see if he can enter D-class by then. The low-level group at the Supernatural Exchange Meet is full of F and E-class rookies, not much to see, and the rewards are average. The intermediate group, D-class and above, is more worth watching. After Si Junfang finished speaking, she glanced at her two cute team members: How long have you two been in E-class? You need to hurry up and work hard, don't let a newcomer who just joined the bureau surpass you!
Wang Ange and Su Caiying both lowered their heads with guilt.
It wasn't that they were too weak, but that Yu Zhibo was too outstanding.
Continuing the tests like this is meaningless. Caiying, record his neural reaction speed as 'Microscopic'; Ange, turn on six more pitching machines and set them all to 150km/h. I want to see if he has a limit. Si Junfang gave the order with a smile.
Wang Ange readily complied, pressing three more buttons. Immediately, six more pitching machines whirred to life with a clunking sound, and six plastic spheres were then ejected, whistling through the air.
Holy crap! Yu Zhibo, who was in the center of the field, was startled. He felt the spheres rushing towards him from all directions, covering his field of vision. Although his Sharingan had already seen their trajectories, his body's speed could no longer keep up.
He only managed to hold on for a second, barely blocking the first wave of attacks. Subsequently, due to his slow speed, he was quickly shot at and forced to scramble for cover, holding his head.
Ouch, ouch, ouch! The spheres were too fast. Even though they were plastic, they still hurt when they hit his body, causing him to yelp. He leaped out of the central circle.
Clack, clack, clack. The rotating wheels inside the pitching machines slowed down until they finally stopped. Wang Ange had turned off all the pitching machines.
Yu Zhibo deactivated his Sharingan and walked over, covering his head. His forehead was red, and he looked at Wang Ange with a wronged expression: Sister Ange, are you trying to shoot me to death!
Seeing Yu Zhibo's aggrieved expression, Wang Ange and Su Caiying's hearts, which had been repeatedly struck by him, finally found some balance. They both revealed a knowing smile, like an older sister teasing her younger brother who had made a mistake.
Oh dear, little Ange, don't break our little genius. Come here, little Yu, let sister blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore! Si Junfang stepped forward, exaggeratedly reaching out her hand to Yu Zhibo's short hair and ruffling it vigorously. She pushed his hands away, brought her rosy lips close, and blew a breath onto his forehead.
Yu Zhibo's face immediately turned red, and he stumbled back three large steps. But soon, his forehead felt cool, and the discomfort disappeared.
He thought it was an Ice Dragon's Breath, but it turned out to be a cooling spray.
Seeing Si Junfang's playful expression and the knowing smiles on Wang Ange and Su Caiying's faces, Yu Zhibo, upon realizing what had happened, looked at them with resignation.
Their expressions reminded him of the smiles his mother's friends had when they came to visit when he was a child and their hands would wantonly maul his face.
They were treating him completely like a child.
How were my test results? Yu Zhibo asked seriously, putting on an adult expression.
Yu Zhibo was robust and adorable when he was young. Now, at sixteen, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a well-defined face, he still retained a bit of youthful immaturity, easily evoking maternal instincts in older women. This serious expression almost made Si Junfang want to reach out again.
Remembering that she had to maintain her authority as team leader, Si Junfang seriously explained to him what 'Microscopic' level meant.
After the explanation, she added a warning: Although your neural reaction speed has reached the Microscopic level, don't be arrogant. You should have also noticed that for some spheres, even though you clearly saw their trajectories, you still couldn't dodge them. This is because your physical speed is still insufficient!
Mm! Yu Zhibo nodded. Having just been shot at and forced to scramble for cover, there was no way he would be arrogant.
He also recalled the overwhelming barrage of spheres from earlier and felt speechless: Who could possibly block that!
These women definitely wanted to see him make a fool of himself; they were so wicked.
After the test, Wang Ange began to take him for registration, while Si Junfang left the seventh floor, opened the elevator, and prepared to head to the department head's office on the eighth floor.
At this moment, she was wearing a figure-hugging training suit. The exposed skin was fair and delicate, her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her 1.75-meter tall figure was curvaceous, exuding feminine charm in every aspect. However, her expression was somewhat aggressive. She walked to the department head's office door and knocked forcefully three times.
Bang, bang, bang! The knocking was as loud as a drum, like a loan shark demanding payment.
Come in! A helpless voice came from inside the door.