Any similarity is purely coincidental.
At the age of twenty-seven, I received the most ridiculous task in my life: pretending to be a high school student
Xianzhi, the all-around king of the special forces of country A, is good at shooting, fighting, skydiving - and playing the role of a 27-year-old cucumber who pretends to be young. God is good for you, my appearance is not only not out of line for a high school student, but I can also look like a "comely" persona.
Mission requirements: Hide your identity and strength, and keep a low profile.
What was once a war zone myth has become the tail end of an elite high school. I accurately controlled my scores in the proficiency test and was ranked last in my grade. In boxing class, I was knocked down in a carefully planned manner and wore a pain mask. In the shooting elective, I made the only miss record in the school, with a posture that even the coach couldn't bear to look at.
During the day, I was the most cowardly one in the class, and I could be ordered around by my juniors even when I was on duty to take out the trash. At night I climbed over the wall and performed real missions on the other side of the city - sniping, infiltration, rescue, those dirty and dirty jobs.
I thought it was well acted.
It wasn't until the day the mission ended three years later and the retirement report was approved, that the gentle teacher Lin blocked me in an empty classroom.
"Classmate Xianzhi." She called me by my pseudonym, but her eyes seemed to see through everything. "Your disguise is indeed perfect."
My heart tightened.
"But I am your psychological counselor," she smiled and pulled out a thick file bag from her bag. "In the past three years, every 'acting' you did, every smile you forced yourself on after being injured, and every time you were tired when you returned to school late at night, are all in my observation records." "So" she looked at me, "do you want to continue acting?"
