Jackals, tigers, and leopards are born in a class by nature.

Physical fitness test?

Totally unexpected, but with the "first round of tigers" as a comparison, this second round of interviews was so normal that it brought tears to my eyes. So much so, that an hour's worth of preparation time, so short that it's clear we don't want to take a breather, can be forgiven.

But soon enough, an interviewer realizes the problem and voices a protest even at the risk of offending the interviewer-

"It's not fair to physically test during the day."

"Our nocturnal family is at its best physically at night."

"It's ......"

The night walkers are not happy, and the day walkers are not willing to take the blame.

"Hey, hey, the best time for us diurnals is not in the morning, okay?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since I woke up and my body hasn't been fully mobilized yet."

"Actually, evening is the best time to utilize your bodily functions ......"

As they dislike each other, they have come to a united view.

"It's evening then."

"It looks okay to me."

The interviewers, harmonized, look to Qiao Yan with hopeful eyes.

The latter listened attentively to the whole process, and at this moment nodded with approval, "I also think it's good."

The eyes of the crowd of interviewees lit up.

Qiao Yan: "So, those who want to take the physical test in the evening can leave now, and the rest of you, I'll see you at the training ground in an hour."

I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of being mobbed, but for the next hour, the interviewer was invisible.

With a belly full of fire, the crowd could only run downstairs and take their anger out on the training ground, where the warm-up was remarkable.

When the time came, Qiao Yan showed up on time, accompanied by two more team members who were busy setting up the training ground as soon as they arrived, leaving him free to polish the starting pistol in his hand.

I think ...... is the starting gun, right?

With the cold luster of the shiny black gun refracted under the sun and Qiao Yan's professional killer-like gun polishing, the interviewees really didn't have much confidence in their own judgment.

"One hundred meters sprint, one thousand five middle distance, ten thousand meters long distance, obstacle racing, high jump, long jump, strength test, total seven test items." Qiao Yan head also did not lift, "eighty-one people, according to the order of the written test results, a group of eight people, the last group of nine people, all the items according to the order of the group to test, each project ultimately only take the first 30 best scores, the first 30 points, the thirtieth place 1 point, thirty after the score is not scored, and ultimately calculate all the items, the top 30 of the total score to enter the final round of interviews ......"

Finally, the interviewer finished polishing his gun and raised his eyes languidly, slowly.

"Have I made myself clear?"

"Captain-" a hundred meters away, two members of the team were already in position at the finish line, "you may begin!"

Without waiting for Qiao Yan to give the order, the interviewees had already reacted quickly and formed a line spontaneously, asking each other about the results of the written test. There were eight people in a row, with exactly one person standing on a runway, and there were ten rows in total, from the front to the back.

Nine in the last row.

There is Ye Wang.

Wu Lin stood first in the first row and turned back silently.

Across the sea of people, Ye Wang puts his hands in his pockets, frowns in displeasure, and is surrounded by low air pressure.

Wu Lin casts a reassuring look at his man: "It's okay, we'll crush them with our demonic physical strength.

Ye Wang is upset. He's annoyed with the sequencing, he's annoyed with the fact that now the whole team is looking at Wu Lin except for him.

What, you've never seen number one?

The northeast tiger now wants to draw a circle and encircle the Wu Lin area into his own territory, where no one is allowed to enter.

"Group one." Qiao Yan takes her place by the starting line, gun pointed in the air.

Eight men take their places on the runway.

This group became the absolute center of attention as the scores were the headliners of the entire interview group. But the rules announced by Qiao Yan tell you plainly that the top 30 scores in the physical test are taken, which means that the written test scores don't work here.

The next nine groups are waiting to see if they continue to excel, or if they are stripped of their aura by the rigors of physical testing.

Wu Lin on the first runway. Squats, heads up.

He didn't realize that he had become the center of attention, that his eyes were only ahead of him, the end line.

The starting gun went off.

Wu Lin started and took off with the explosiveness of a coyote, the wind hunting in his ears.

The 100-meter run is the most adrenaline-pumping in track and field, including the spectators.

That's the ultimate human quest for speed.

Especially after the awakening of the wild, the 100-meter record has been set frequently and dramatically, and every race may break through people's imagination of speed.

The seventy or so people watching the battle stirred.

"What kind of families are these, and how do they run faster than one another."

"Especially the third track, that start, sprinting out like lightning."

"The first one wasn't bad, it was just too strong a group to show."

"Hey, hey, past the halfway point, a couple of the ones that are charging too hard are running out of steam, and holy shit, the first lane is catching up!"

Turning to the back fifty meters.

The hardest hitters at the front were clearly letting off steam, with the exception of Wu Lin, who pretty much maintained his pace for the first half of the race.

Catching up?

Wu Lin doesn't know.

He has no rivals in his eyes because the scoring is not based on group placings, but on the final results of the big rankings, so the only one he has to chase is himself.

Faster, faster, with the endurance of a coyote that can withstand the cold and the heat, even if his muscles are stiff and his chest is suffocating, he runs as fast as he can!

Qiao Yan looked away, and even though the families were different, a hundred meters was still short enough to put too much distance between the competitors.

In an instant, eight people crossed the finish line one after another.

The profiles of the one hundred interviewees were all in his head, including the three who had dropped out straight away in absentia. So he was still a little surprised by the results of the first group.

This group had gazelles, horned horses, and ultimately it was the coyotes that were the first to cross the line.

Name: Wu Lin

Family: Coyote

Place of origin: Shenyang

Written examination results: 1

Special Remarks: Bestialized Awakened

Could it be because of the Beast Awakening? Qiao Yan's thoughtful eyes moved along with Wu Lin's, but suddenly he felt a coolness behind him. Turning back, he accurately captured the last row, a certain round-inch head with nonchalant eyes.

Name: Ye Wang

Family: northeast tiger

Place of origin: Shenyang

Written exam score: 88

Special Remarks: Bestialized Awakened

When Qiao Yan looked at Ye Wang again, the other party's nonchalant look seemed to have automatically changed to a northeast tone: why are you looking at him all the time?

Qiao Yan tilted his head slightly, and before he could think deeply, he saw Ye Wang's face instantly change from cloudy to sunny, and his eyes crossed over to him, with a bit of arrogance, but also a bit of gentleness, and he gave the back of the room a mouthful of "wait for me".

Qiao Yan looked back and saw the breathless Wu Lin's invincible smile at the finish line.

Glancing back and forth between 1 and 88, Interviewer Yan was not surprised by the friendship.

Jackals, tigers, and leopards are born into a category.

But that 88 looks like he's not easy to manage, and if Qiao Yan were to choose, the discipline of obedience alone would brush him off.

But in the end, the ten people who passed the test were probably assigned according to their respective regions. Thinking that the ones who would receive the 88 would be brothers from the northeast branch, Qiao Yan was in a good mood again, and even looked at Ye Wang with a little bit of encouragement: make sure you pass, don't let me down.

Ye Wang suddenly feels a heavy burden under the bright sun of the border rainforest.

"Group two." Qiao Yan raises the starting gun again.

The final results of the 100m test saw Wu Lin in 11th place (20 points) and Ye Wang in third place (28 points), thanks to the explosive power of the northeast tigers in the first half of the race and the amazing stride of his long legs.

Second place was a young man who ran like a panther, and almost from the time he ran together, everyone had a hunch that this was unusual, and sure enough, when he crossed the finish line, the other seven people in the same group had only run two-thirds of a hundred meters.

But it was such a ferocious speed that the final result was still a little bit slower than the first place.

First place, Ying Zhao.

With the total score formula, the interviewees coincidentally turned their attention to the petite girl with the sister's head, the same one who, earlier in the conference room, had asked Qiao Yan, "Second round?" , and the sister who was later choked back by the interviewer.

Ying Zhao's face was red, and her watery eyes were a bit confused, like a small animal that had been hidden well and was suddenly picked up by someone.

"It's downwind ...... actually," she tried to explain, afraid that people would have too unrealistically high expectations of her.

That's halfway to being modest.

Whoever saw the test just now, when she was running, because of her small size, her stride wasn't big, but her frequency was extremely fast, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that watching her run was just like watching an accelerated speed video. As for the wind, it came in the second half of the test, blowing into the training ground, it was like a god to her, the girl's light body was like flying against the ground, so smooth and swift that people were amazed.

"Birds, I guess." Someone next to him struck up a conversation with Wu Lin, the stocky guy from the conference room who'd kicked in his glasses, sounding a bit dismissive, "What's the point of just running fast when you can be blown over in a gust of wind."

Wu Lin agrees that Ying Zhao's family should be birds, which reminds him of Feiyu Ren of the same family, including Ying Zhao's occasional lack of self-confidence and haste, all like his own brother.

Thus the stocky man's attitude made him less comfortable.

Did not wait for a response, the stocky man hot face pasted a cold ass, the back also want to get close to the words, only to swallow back resentfully.

Qiao Yan, who was browsing through the 100 meters in front of the equipment set up by her teammates, didn't look up when she heard Ying Zhao's explanation, but she was slightly disappointed.

Originally, when he had just tested it, he had changed his mind a bit about this little bitty guy. Lightness, speed, these were two very promising traits, trained well, they were completely capable of winning in physical confrontations with smallness and dexterity.

Unfortunately, the psychology is poor.

Returning the equipment to the team, Qiao Yan returned to the starting line and blew on the muzzle of the starting gun with a friendly smile.

"Fifteen hundred meters, stand by."

Fifteen hundred meters right after a hundred meters. Could there be a more inhuman schedule?

There is.

Run 1,500, then 10,000 meters.

"Fuck, I can't ......"

"Ambulance, someone call me an ambulance ......"

"Interviewing for a job, no need to put my life on the line ......"

Interviewees were scattered messily around the track, one lap after another, and it was impossible to tell who was ahead and who was behind, they were all half dead anyway.

The two team members guarding the data equipment both looked a bit puzzled and came together to mutter.

Team member A: "How do you think the top thought of letting the captain design the assessment process?"

Player B: "80% just don't want to record people."

A: "Hell of a test, it's a good thing I didn't have this when I joined the team, otherwise I'd be laying on a slab, sleeping in a coffin, and then burying Shan Shan together right now."

B: "Strange, why does it feel like there are less and less people running?"

Team member A jerked his chin in a certain direction, "That way."

Following the guidance of colleagues, B realized that the distant runway periphery of a few trees, I do not know when gathered a large group of people, east to west lying on the ground.

Team member B froze, "This is giving up?" But on second thought, "That's right, you can find another job if you lose it, it's still more important to save your life."

"They just gave up 10,000 meters, they didn't give up the interview." Team member A said, "Look at what all these people's points are now against the list."

The physical has been going on for a while now, and both players are familiar with the interviewees, and with a quick glance over, B can basically match the list in the data.

Then he realized that the vast majority of those resting under the tree had some points now, and even if they gave up the 1-30 points for 10,000 meters - which in fact they wouldn't necessarily get even if they ran the whole way down - there was still a good chance of being in the top 30 overall at the back.

"After running 10,000 meters, don't even think about competing in the obstacles, jumps and strength in the back, give up one item for the remaining four items in the back, each and every one of them is shrewd." Team member A has long seen through everything.

"Who took the lead?" B asked curiously. It's not easy to make decisive trade-offs in a competitive interview, and how many people miss the best chance to stop losing money just by hesitating in and out of the interview. Especially the first one to make up his mind, it takes more vigor.

Player A: "That."

Following his colleague's line of sight, Team B saw Wu Lin sitting on the ground in a quieter clearing not far from the crowd under the trees.

Team member B nodded, "Worthy of being the first in the written test, judgmental and mentally sound."

Player A: "...... I'm talking about the other one."

A certain northeast tiger was resting comfortably on Wu Lin's lap, squinting like a big cat satisfied with gluttony.

Giving up 10,000 meters of this crap was really the right thing to do.