Three months passed in the blink of an eye. When Maureen said her work was finished and she was preparing to leave the academy, Jack was stunned to realize that he hadn't even held her hand during this ti.
How long had it been since he'd experienced such fulfilling, high-intensity study? It felt like it was back in his senior year of high school, during the final sprint. No, even back then, he never slept only three or four hours a day.
Maureen taught him for eight hours a day, requiring him to maintain constant concentration in class and providing a large amount of reading material afterward.
This reading included various textbooks and professional books, which Jack not only had to morize but also deeply understand the conflicting viewpoints and corresponding cases.
It's important to know that there are hundreds of schools of thought in psychology, large and small, such as content psychology, intentional psychology, structuralism, skill-based psychology, behaviorism, and so on.
Every day, Maureen would check his reading progress and ask him to summarize the viewpoints or emphases of these different schools of thought based on his own understanding.
Furthermore, English is a phonetic language with a large number of specialized terms in professional fields. To understand these materials and professional books, Jack had to morize these words.
This caused him to have nightmares for a long ti, with his mind constantly filled with these long and tedious technical terms.
Jack suspected that this was also one of the reasons Rossi arranged this intensive training for him. After all, using psychological talent to solve cases is one thing, but how to communicate effectively with colleagues professionally is another.
Rossi had certainly considered this aspect, but he hadn't expected Jack's learning ability to be so amazing. In just three months, this young man was already able to express fairly professional opinions fluently in front of him.
"Your learning ability and level of effort amaze . Tomorrow is the official reporting day for new recruits. The next five months should be quite easy for you. Enjoy it."
There was no way around it. Although in Rossi's mind, Jack was already a qualified BAU mber, the FBI regulations were in place, and the next five months of training could not be shortened.
However, once Jack officially beca an FBI agent, Rossi wouldn't mind using his authority to greatly shorten his internship period.
"Oh, by the way, could you look after this kid for if you have the chance? He's unlikely to pass the test. Although I've already specially accepted him, I still hope that these five months of training will be beneficial for him."
As she spoke, Rossi handed Jack a photo. It showed a tall, thin young man with a baby face, ssy brown hair, wearing a dark red knitted cardigan and a neat tie, looking like a student.
"Spencer Reid, a true genius — and I'm not comparing him to you, you two are completely different types," Rossi explained. "He entered Caltech at 12, completed his undergraduate degree at 16 while earning a PhD in mathematics, and before he was 21, he had two PhDs in chemistry and engineering, and two bachelor's degrees in sociology and psychology."
Jack chuckled self-deprecatingly. "You can compare to him if you want; that's giving too much credit."
"He worked as a consultant with Jason Gideon at the BAU for less than a year until after the Boston Marathon bombing. Gideon chose to return to university teaching, and he went with him."
"Gideon didn't want him to waste his talent at university and strongly recomnded him to . I admire him too, but I'm worried he might beco a 'weak link,' so I need your help."
Jack frowned, looking at the guy's pole-like fra.
"How tall and how much does this guy weigh?"
"Six feet one inch, weighing only 140 pounds," Rossi said with a wry smile.
Wasn't this his predecessor in this world? 185 centiters tall, and even lighter, less than 65 kilograms.
Jack squinted at the cunning Italian old man. "You checked my physical exam data from over a year ago?"
Rossi smiled. "I also saw your results from your police academy training. To be honest, I was very surprised. I don't know how you did it, so I hope, if possible, you can help this kid."
[A/n: Grandpa Jack system, here it cos!]
"Kid," Jack said sowhat displeased, "You know he should be the sa age as , right?"
"I told you, you're different from him." Rossi smiled aningfully.
....
The FBI's physical fitness test, or PFT, includes sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, a 300-ter sprint, and a mile and a half run.
It sounds simple, and it doesn't matter if you don't et the standard at first; five months is enough ti for a normal person to improve to the passing grade through their own efforts.
The passing score is a total of 12 points. For sit-ups, 38 in one minute earns one point, with an additional point for each additional sit-up, up to a maximum of 58 for a perfect score of 10, without any breaks.
Push-ups are even simpler: standard form, no ti limit, 30 consecutive push-ups earn one point, 71 or more earns a perfect score of 10.
A 300-ter sprint in 40.9 seconds earns a perfect score, and a 1.5-mile (2.4-kiloter) run in under 9 minutes earns a perfect score.
The PFT began on the fourth day after registration. Jack easily achieved perfect scores in all events, then beca a full-ti coach with a worried expression.
He only had one student, Spencer Reid, whom Rossi had asked him to look after. Unsurprisingly, this "kid" scored 0 points in all physical fitness events.
In fact, based on their interactions over the past few days, Spencer Reid wasn't quite the sa as the eccentric geniuses Jack had imagined.
Jack had watched the Arican sitcom *The Big Bang Theory* in his previous life, and he found Sheldon Cooper quite repulsive; in real life, he wouldn't want to associate with such an EQ-challenged and annoying guy.
This Reid, though seemingly aloof, dressed conservatively, and liked to wear different colored socks simultaneously, and whose nervousness and inferiority complex were palpable when interacting with people, didn't exhibit the low EQ or aggressive behavior often seen in highly intelligent geniuses due to their inferiority complex.
On the contrary, Jack discovered that Reid possessed extraordinary insight, and beneath that seemingly withdrawn and sensitive exterior lay a heart yearning for communication and acceptance.
Simply put, Rossi calling Reid a "kid" was apt; he was like a child who hadn't yet grown up, pure and kind-hearted, yet insightful.
"Actually, you don't need to take special care of . You know, even if I fail all the tests involving athletic ability, the FBI will still hire ," Reid's words sounded like boasting, but were actually a sincere attempt to comfort Jack.
He'd already watched Jack scribble and tear up three sheets of paper, densely packed with various training plans.
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