Jack sighed helplessly, crumpled the last sheet of paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.
"I know you hate sports, but nobody hates this, right?"
He walked to the lawn in the middle of the outdoor track and perford a clean and crisp martial arts routine. His movents were swift and strong. By the ti he finished, a circle of students had gathered around to watch.
[A/n: I am going to na this...Taijutsu!!!]
There was no scene of soone mocking martial arts and then getting slapped in the face. If there were, Jack wouldn't use martial arts routines to retaliate; practical fighting techniques that could defeat an opponent in one move were the choices of a sane person.
But the Taijutsu routines were truly cool. Reid was already too excited to contain himself, his fists clenched at his chest, his eyes shining.
"You'd like to teach martial arts?"
Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thanking Guy-sensei. A guy like Reid, possessing both 'nerd' and 'geek' traits, must have been bullied as a child. Those martial arts movies were probably one of the most frequently used sources of inspiration for these kids' fantasies.
"A year and a half ago, I weighed only 3 pounds more than you. I always had to carry $5 in change when I went out, otherwise, if a street thug targeted , you know what would happen."
Jack stared into Reid's eyes, noticing the guy's habitual squinting; he was even nearsighted and didn't like wearing glasses.
Disaster! He could already foresee the disaster that would ensue in Reid's shooting, combat, and even CQB training. Sure enough, the mission Rossi had assigned wasn't as simple as it seed.
"You know what joining Rossi's group ans, right?"
Jack's sudden question left Reid sowhat bewildered, and he nodded subconsciously.
"Do you think you can handle an average-sized criminal on your own?"
Reid quickly shook his head again.
"Co with , I've changed my mind."
Jack led Reid back to Rossi.
"What did you say? You're canceling Reid's special admission?" Rossi looked at Jack and the sowhat bewildered Reid in surprise.
"You're worried he'll be a 'weak link,' but I'm worried he'll be a 'fatal link.'"
"Originally, I just wanted to subtly tempt him, take advantage of his passion for martial arts, and give him so proper training to improve his physical fitness, which would have t your requirents."
"But look at that cute baby face, those eyes that are at least 300-400 degrees nearsighted. When he needs to shoot a hostage-taker, won't you have even the slightest worry? You didn't even suggest he get so simple refractive surgery?"
"This makes realize that you don't see him as an FBI agent who will face criminals head-on, but rely as a brilliant psychological profiler."
Listening to Jack's agitated string of words, Rossi fell into deep thought, while Reid weakly argued, "But I spent almost a year with Gideon in the BAU."
He was then stared at by a cold gaze and took a half-step back in fright.
Jack looked away and sighed. "You're a genius, Dr. Reid. I rember your first doctorate was in mathematics, right? The casualty data for FBI criminal investigators isn't hard to find, so please tell , you'd rather believe in luck than probability?"
Reid was speechless. Rossi sighed as well. "It was my oversight. His outstanding resu made overlook his most important weakness."
"Please tell , if there's a way to redy this, what should we do? How confident are you that Dr. Reid can successfully leave this academy as a regular FBI agent?"
Jack looked at Reid again. "It depends on how much Dr. Reid wants to beco an FBI agent. For soone who can earn three doctorates and two bachelor's degrees before the age of 21, I don't think it's that difficult."
"Cancel the special admission, but make so minor adjustnts to the testing order. I'll develop a step-by-step plan based on my past experience, but it all depends on whether Dr. Reid is willing to cooperate."
Finally, the pressure was on Reid. Feeling the gazes of both n, he appeared sowhat insecure.
"I don't know. Can I really do it? This is completely outside my area of expertise."
"I can assure you, it's not as difficult as you think." Jack reached out and gripped his shoulder firmly, as if trying to encourage him.
"Of course, it requires you to force yourself to do the thing you hate most — exercise, persistent exercise. You'll be extrely tired; it requires imnse willpower."
Reid seed to sense Jack's sincerity at that mont and nodded vigorously.
"I'm willing to try. I don't want to disappoint Gideon. He said I'd be an excellent FBI agent, but can you really? You have no idea how bad my marksmanship is."
"You can do it, trust ." Jack released his grip and patted him on the shoulder.
"When your hands are completely under your brain's control, hitting the target is just a simple ballistics calculation, Dr. Reid, provided you wear the right contact lenses, of course."
So, at Jack's suggestion, Reid's shooting, hand-to-hand combat, and physical fitness tests were specially postponed to the last week.
Then, all his ti outside of regular training courses was given to Jack.
Finally, the academy even allocated him a corner of the central kitchen and provided the corresponding ingredients according to his request.
So, on Reid's fifth day at the FBI Academy, every morning, the other trainees doing physical training would see two guys doing aerobics in a corner of the track.
"One, two, three, four; two, two, three, four; three, two, three, four; four, two, three, four," Jack chanted the rhythm, leading Reid in the eighth set of exercises, occasionally correcting his distorted movents.
The uninford mistook the exercises for flexibility, but for Reid, with his delicate, almost fragile physique, simply completing a set with the most accurate movents was enough to leave him drenched in sweat.
So students might have expressed reservations about the academy's blatant favoritism, feeling it was unfair, but these dissenting voices quickly faded.
In subsequent academic training, Reid's astonishing mory and reading speed of 20,000 words per minute left even Jack, with his enhanced visual mory, far behind.
Given his vast knowledge base, most academic instructors felt that Dr. Reid, not themselves, should be the one lecturing.
This made Jack fully understand why Rossi had specifically admitted Reid; such an incredibly brilliant mind was wasted not being placed in the BAU, a program primarily focused on behavioral analysis and psychological profiling.
Now that he was here, able to fill the shortest plank in the barrel, why not?
Since he'd be stuck in the academy for five months anyway, he might as well find sothing interesting to do.
[A/n: I change the martial arts to taijutsu for fun, nothing nationalist or anything was written, just ntioned Bruce Lee, who is liked my many. Just wanted to bring the spandex fighter.]
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