The instructors at the command center are all black soldiers who have not yet graduated.
Due to the strict requirements of the command, many students who do not meet the standards are unable to graduate every year, but their strength has reached the standard of normal black soldiers, so there are two paths in front of them at this time.
One is to transfer departments and then graduate normally as a student in another department.
The second is to stay in the headquarters and do some work that can compensate for the headquarters position, such as an instructor.
Both of these paths can lead to official black soldier status, which is a special case of not having graduated and is tacitly approved by the organization.
"Although your instructors failed to graduate from the headquarters, their abilities and levels are sufficient to teach you. The organization cannot arrange for a commander who has already graduated to teach you, so in order to reduce the pressure on talent resources, the position of instructor was created."
The man said this, and then smiled at the stunned crowd.
"Also, do you really think you are more capable than your instructors? I don't know who among you can pass the assessment. Even if you pass the assessment, it doesn't prove that you are more capable than your instructors, because many people voluntarily give up the assessment to become instructors in order to avoid the choice of entering the command center or going to the front line."
The other six students and Zhu Shijiu all began to grumble in their hearts, wondering which category their own instructor belonged to.
Zhu Shijiu felt that, based on Instructor Mo's personality, he was not the type to give up voluntarily. Perhaps he was really eliminated due to lack of ability.
However, the reason why this man mentioned the choice of "becoming an instructor" was probably to screen people.
Zhu Shijiu secretly looked at everyone and sure enough, one of them looked shaken.
The man had obviously noticed the student's wavering expression just like Zhu Shijiu, and deliberately asked, "I'll ask one last time, is anyone giving up?"
"... Me." The wavering student finally stood up, "I give up!"
The man nodded: "Okay, you can go."
The trainee seemed to want to explain, so he said: "If becoming an instructor can also be a formal black soldier, I don't know what the point of graduating from the command class is. Besides, becoming an instructor can also make a difference for the organization..."
"Okay, okay, there's no need to explain. Everyone has their own choices. I've seen people who choose to become instructors countless times. If you insist on being stubborn, I'll look down on you. You know, many commanders who successfully entered the command center regretted it all day and all night."
The student felt relieved after the man said this. Before leaving, the student bowed to everyone and turned to leave.
The man looked at the others again: "What about you?"
Other students responded: "I believe my value is not limited to being an instructor, I want to be a commander."
Zhu Shijiu laughed and said, "I joined the Black Soldier Organization not to get a job after graduation, but to save the world."
The guy who just left actually took the graduation assessment in order to become a formal black soldier, so it is obvious that the instructor's low-risk job is very suitable for him.
This is actually a wave of belief screening. With that guy's beliefs, even if he becomes a commander, he will eventually become a black sheep.
The man was satisfied with their answers, so he led everyone to a corner of the command center.
Although the entire command center is extremely noisy, it is actually quite large. There are noisy places and quiet places. The corner where the man took them was quieter than other places.
No... it's more like "dead silence" than "quiet".
The layout of the corner of the command center is exactly the same as that of other locations, with one table for each person, a computer in front of each commander, and a commander sitting at each seat.
But unlike other positions, the commanders in this corner did not give any instructions into the headsets.
Zhu Shijiu looked around and saw that some commanders were sitting cross-legged and eating biscuits; some were sitting in their seats with blank expressions; some were grinning at the computer screen; some were doing nothing and openly browsing their phones; some were smoking while staring at the screen with melancholy, and there were seven or eight ashtrays filled with cigarette butts on the table; some were simply sleeping on the table...
What kind of monsters are these
Zhu Shijiu was speechless and complained in his heart.
"Hey, hey, don't just stand there! Everyone, stand up!" the man shouted upon seeing this.
Then the next moment, the commander who was eating the biscuits stuffed them into his mouth in one breath, puffed up his mouth and touched his stomach, then stood up;
The commander who was sitting in his seat seemed to have regained some energy, but he still stood up slowly like a zombie and lined up;
The commander who was grinning at the screen suddenly had a polarized expression, from a happy grin to tears in an instant;
The commander who was slacking off on his phone stood up to form a team, but he didn't even look up, still swiping his phone;
The smoking man put out his cigarette, sighed, scratched his messy hair that hadn't been washed for a few days, and walked over;
Sleeping... Still fucking sleeping.
The man walked straight up and kicked the sleeping commander!
However, the other party did not wake up. He was kicked to the ground but his eyes were still closed and his body was limp. Just when Zhu Shijiu thought that this guy had mastered the art of sleeping, the man was stunned, then squatted down to check on the commander, and then stood up as if nothing had happened: "No big deal, he just fainted."
Zhu Shijiu is a mess, is this no big deal
Soon a group of people in white clothes came up and dragged the unconscious commander away, which made Zhu Shijiu's eyebrows twitch.
"Smokey Dog, he's right next to you, don't you know he's fainted?!" the man questioned the yawning Smokey Commander.
Zhu Shijiu looked over and found that the smoker commander had a scruffy beard and messy hair, as if he hadn't washed it all day. The man called him a "smoker", but he didn't care. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "He hasn't slept for a week, so it's reasonable for him to get some sleep... Okay, don't look at me like that, I was wrong, I should have cared about the physical condition of the team members in the spirit of solidarity and friendship."
The man glanced at the smoker coldly, but now was obviously not the time to pursue responsibility. He coughed twice and said, "As I told you before, these are all newcomers. Each of you should lead one, then evaluate their performance and write an analysis report for me."
"Yes, Captain!" all the commanders responded.
At this moment, the expressionless zombie commander hunched over and raised his hand tremblingly: "One is missing."
The man casually explained, "One of the students gave up on his own initiative."
"...Oh." The zombie commander put his hand down again.
The commander who was eating biscuits swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty: "Did they choose us or did we choose them?"
The man didn't want to waste any more time talking to these people. The task had been assigned yesterday. It didn't matter what they did, as long as they could achieve the result.
So the man turned and left, leaving only four words.
"Whatever you want."
The remaining group of commanders and trainees stared at each other.
To be honest, Zhu Shijiu doesn't want to choose any of them.
A smoker, a foodie, one with communication disorder, one with mental disorder, one who is addicted to slacking off, and one who fainted and was carried away and no one knows what kind of personality he has... It's difficult to deal with.
However, he didn't want to choose the commander, but someone was eyeing him.
The foodie commander glanced at everyone: "…Who is Zhu Shijiu?"
Zhu Shijiu stood up helplessly: "I am."
The foodie said, "How about following me? I'll try my best to make you look good in the report, and I guarantee you'll graduate!"
"… "