With a mess of pheromones all over her body, Zuo Luohuan returned to the dormitory, took a shower for a long time before coming out, didn't eat lunch, and went directly to class.
The class at 1:00 p.m. is the class of the Conducting Department. Zuo Luohuan went early and chose a seat in the back to sit. She leaned on the chair with half-closed eyes, not noticing that Ji Yuezhi came in from the back door and walked to the front row sit down.
Zuo Luohuan didn't open her eyes until the teacher came, there were many students entering and leaving the classroom, no one was late for Jia Hailan's class.
In fact, most of the instructors in the first class will talk about the teaching plan for this semester first, so that students can have a psychological preparation, unlike Kang Guang, who started playing big in the first class today.
In Jia Hailan's first class, he only briefly talked about the development history of conducting. He is over 60 years old, but he is still elegant and gentle. A course called 'Art' begets yearning.
Zuo Luohuan listened carefully. The opponent's achievements were too dazzling. Back then, he only led a small group army and the most elite troops of the Gashro Empire to resist for two full years before receiving support. After so many years, that group army has developed into a federal history. One of the most prestigious armies in the world, Jia Hailan retreated bravely and stepped down from the position of commander.
"...Now there are nearly a hundred large and small federal armies, and fifteen of them can be included in the military committee. The necessary quality of each leader in these armies is command. Leaders who don't know how to command may win a few battles. A war, but the army under his command will never last five years." Jia Hailan said gently, "If you have similar goals, I hope you can learn some command strategies."
In the first class, Jia Hailan made the students in the classroom have a strong interest in conducting this course. Many people have already begun to look forward to the follow-up courses, and the behavior of the instructors in the combat department that made the students leave a shadow on the first day Diametrically opposed.
The one-and-a-half-hour class ended quickly, Zuo Luohuan got up and rushed to the next class, when she found that Ji Yuezhi and herself were heading in the same direction.
Today's last class is He Yue's "Shooting Method", plus "The Nature of Command" just now, they have two main courses overlapping. Zuo Luohuan was not surprised. Even if Ji Yuezhi was divided into Omega, his rank was higher than others. The high-ranking instructors of the First Military Academy were just like that. They were both the children of group army leaders, so their directions were naturally similar.
The shooting class was outdoors, and the students gathered together on the shooting training ground. Zuo Luohuan walked unhappily and fell behind Ji Yue. Come in.
He walked over to Zuo Luohuan and asked with a suppressed smile, "I heard you were reported."
Zuo Luohuan: "..."
"Honestly speaking, I don't think that group of people are afraid of you enough." Jiang Hong made serious suggestions, "When you are strong enough, they will have to think about it when they make such a move."
Zuo Luohuan glanced at him: "Indeed, even you ran away this morning."
Jiang Hong said affirmatively, "I'm just in a hurry to go to class. Next time something like this happens, I'll definitely send you a change of clothes first."
Zuo Luohuan snorted: "Is there a next time?"
When they arrived at the shooting training ground, He Yue was already standing in front of a large basket of sniper light guns with her hands behind her back, waiting for the students to arrive.
He Yue is a typical Omega, the A grade is not the best, she is not tall, only 1.65 meters, the skin on the face is red, most Omegas are born with white and greasy skin, and it is easy to peel off after exposure to the sun Red, but she stands here, silent and straight, anyone who looks at it knows that this is a real soldier.
The students who rushed over arrived at the shooting training ground. After seeing He Yue, they gradually restrained their laughter and conversation, and stood quietly opposite.
Ten minutes before the start of class, when all the students arrived, He Yue finally spoke. Her voice was a little hoarse, like a change caused by damage to the vocal cords: "Today I will learn how to use the sniper light gun. Before learning, five people will form a row, and each person will have one." gun, ten rounds of ammunition, and the dynamic target position is set a thousand meters away."
There is no self-introduction, no lesson plan, and He Yue is teaching formally as soon as she opens her mouth.
The students went forward to get the sniper light gun one by one. Zuo Luohuan walked over, and when he bent down and reached for the gun, Ji Yuezhi also stood on the other side and picked up a sniper light gun.
After everyone lined up holding a sniper light gun in their hands, He Yue didn't make a sound, still standing silently.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
There is a top-level weapon development team in the Seventeenth Army. One of Ji Yue recognized it as a YU-93 sniper light gun. Its range can reach up to two kilometers, but the time from its invention to its elimination is only a short time Two months short, because this gun is too heavy, weighing 18 kilograms, it is difficult to carry, and it is not universal.
On the other side, Zuo Luohuan lowered her head and held the gun in her hand. She didn't know the origin of this sniper light gun, but it didn't prevent her from adjusting the data of the gun she was familiar with now.
After a full fifteen minutes, He Yue asked, "Is there anyone who can't use a gun? You can come out."
A few people stood up, He Yue asked others to line up again, there were exactly 30 people, five people in a row, a total of six rows, Zuo Luohuan stood in the far right of the third row, Ji Yuezhi stood in the second row left.
"Get ready to start." He Yue said.
The five people in the first row stepped forward, knelt down to set up the sniper light gun, and quickly lowered the scope to adjust the scope.
Standing on the side, He Yue suddenly shouted, "Hit!"
One of the five people did not react, and the others fired ten bullets within a few minutes.
He Yue looked down at the number of hits of the five players on the optical brain. Those who played were not slow to react, but the accuracy was almost nonexistent, and some even missed a shot.
"Substitute and continue."
The second row also stepped forward, and after they fired ten rounds, the back row continued to fill up their seats. After the round was over, He Yue announced the number of hit rings for everyone on the optical brain.
Basically equal to the destruction of the entire army, only Zuo Luohuan had the highest hit rate, six out of ten shots, 50 points, followed by Ji Yue, five out of ten shots, 50 points.
He Yue glanced at Ji Yuezhi and asked, "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" The first round was empty, and the second round was 10 rings. He finished ten rounds in this order.
Hearing this, Zuo Luohuan remembered Ji Yuezhi's cold appearance for some reason, ignored the discomfort in his head for a while, and smiled inexplicably in his heart.
Ji Yuezhi is a very strange person, sometimes she feels that he is noble and indifferent, and he inherits Ji Xixiu's deep calculations, but she occasionally has the illusion of his innocence.
When He Yue was talking, the surroundings were very quiet, except for the occasional sound of shooting from the shooting training ground next door.
"Just debugging." Ji Yuezhi replied.
He Yue nodded and didn't entangle him with this matter any more.
"The YU-93 sniper light gun was eliminated after two months in the army. I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it." He Yue took out the last sniper light gun from the basket, "Today the first Touch it for the first time."
Like all military students, she knelt down to set up a position, adjusted silently, and fired ten bullets after a few minutes.
Zuo Luohuan looked at He Yue's hand on the trigger, there was a new scar on the back of her hand, she knew exactly what caused it.
That night, the SL-9 light gun shattered the place where He Yue was. The wound was probably scratched instantly by something blasting away, and the cut was not shallow.
He Yue, who was lying on the ground, had already got up: "Even if the sniper light gun has such shortcomings that it can only survive in the army for two months, it is still a gun."
The optical computer showed the results He Yue hit just now: 10 out of 10 rounds, 90 points.
Seeing the terrifying hit rate on the optical brain, the military school students looked at He Yue with a little change in their eyes for a while, knowing that she is amazing, and seeing it with their own eyes is another matter.
Zuo Luohuan stood in the third row, looking down at the gun in her hand quietly, but suddenly a coldness rose on her back. If she hadn't turned around and fired the gun with the SL-9 that night, she would never have been able to leave the armament database building.
He Yue is very strong, she seems to be born for guns.
As an instructor, He Yue didn't say any nonsense. She began to disassemble the gun in front of the military students, explaining it slowly, and then let the students who had shot it dismantle it by themselves. She turned around and taught the students who couldn't shoot.
An hour later, when get out of class was about to end, He Yue asked Ji Yuezhi and Zuo Luohuan to come out.
"I'll give you ten more rounds, the same target."
Apparently He Yue wanted to see a comparison between the two of them. Among the military academy students, they were very talented.
This time, the two were lying on the ground, with the distance between them only one meter. Zuo Luohuan looked sideways at Ji Yuezhi, who was adjusting the scope. Under the sun, the overly fair hands were fiddling with the black gun, giving birth to some inexplicable glamour.
I was probably dazzled by the pile of pheromones in the morning, Zuo Luohuan noticed the thoughts in his heart just now, he couldn't help frowning, and focused on the gun again.
Both of them were ready, and as soon as He Yue said to start, there were rapid gunshots on the shooting training ground. If you listen carefully, you will find that the twenty gunshots almost became ten simultaneously.
"Amazing." Jiang Hong couldn't help shouting while looking at the number of rings instantly displayed on the optical brain.
Both of them were hit by seven bullets, Ji Yuezhi got 68 rings and Zuo Luohuan got 60 rings. Not as good as He Yue, but among the students, it was the first time holding this kind of gun, and the grades were definitely not bad.
He Yue glanced back and forth between them. Ji Yuezhi was very talented in shooting, but her eyes stayed on Zuo Luohuan for a few seconds longer. Out of the shooter's intuition, this student was a bit strange.
"get out of class is over." He Yue said, looking away.
Ji Yuezhi got up from the dry grass, put the gun back into the basket, bent down and patted off the withered grass stuck to his body one by one.
The instructor put away the optical brain, and Ji Yuezhi lowered his eyes and thought, just now there were only their names side by side, and it was a pity that they didn't have time to record it.
"Ji Yuezhi." Zuo Luohuan suddenly stopped him.
Ji Yuezhi pursed his lips, then turned back and looked at her normally.
Zuo Luohuan stretched out a hand as if wanting to hug him, Ji Yuezhi blinked his eyelashes very quickly, but saw her hand wrapped around his waist, brushed it lightly, and then retracted.
"There's a piece of dry grass." Zuo Luohuan showed the grass clippings in his hand, if he reached out rashly without saying hello just now, people like them would just turn around and attack the people behind him in an instant.
She's not interested in being beaten.
"… Thanks."
Zuo Luohuan threw away the hay in his hand, looked at Ji Yuezhi's back walking faster and faster, a little confused: Are you unhappy
He felt ashamed because she helped take the hay
Zuo Luohuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and in the end he didn't think about it any more, and went back with Jiang Hong.
…
This week, the sophomores in the military academy are experiencing the different teaching styles of the instructors. This year, the instructor of a course in the Information Department suddenly assigned a special assignment to the students.
— List the schedules of the top fifty military students on the red list.
As soon as this homework was assigned, it immediately caused a sensation on the anonymous forum.
fifty? Everyone's class schedule is different, and they have to collect and finish in one night, and the task must be arduous.
While the information department students were crying, more people were eagerly waiting for the result, and some people asked: [The top 50 on the red list, does Senior Ji count?]
[Forget it, Ji Yuezhi has not challenged anyone on the red list, and his name is not on the red list, we just pass it on privately.]
In the midst of endless debate, someone finally launched a vote, and the results showed that 90% of the people wanted the information department students to list Ji Yuezhi's class schedule by the way.
At this moment, no one knows what they will see tomorrow.