Mo Shangyun, who had been on guard for a long time, glanced at the teacher who was parked at the door after entering the door. He didn't hesitate at the moment. He directly chose the nearest table and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
With her encouragement, the rest of the students gradually came to their senses. Seeing that the teacher was staring at the timer at the door, they were so frightened that they shivered, and their desire to complain was forcibly controlled, and they quickly sat down. Have a meal.
To be precise, it is shaving rice.
It is impossible to chew slowly, three minutes can only be used to stuff food, and you have to try to stuff all the food into your stomach, otherwise you will be deducted points.
No one has time to talk.
For a while, there was only the sound of eating in the cafeteria.
The cooks stood at the door of the operation room, watching them gobble up their food, and couldn't help showing a schadenfreude smile.
tsk tsk.
This is what it should be!
What's the matter with yin and yang sarcastically at them? !
The instructors should have adopted the "three-minute meal" policy, otherwise they wouldn't have been ridiculed by so many people last month, causing them to be furious.
However, for Mo Shangyun, who has always eaten clean and never complained, they looked at him differently.
Right now, although Mo Shangjun is also hurrying to eat, he looks much better than those students.
With ten seconds to go before three minutes, Mo Shangyun finished all the lunches smoothly, and then put down his chopsticks.
As the first one, she was always eye-catching, so even the teacher who was watching the time couldn't help but glance at her.
One after another, other students put down their chopsticks, but the teacher did not look at it, but glanced at the other teachers, implying that they can go to deduct points now.
Although there are only more than 100 people left, in order to record their performance in a short period of time, it still needs a lot of people to go out together, so two rows of teachers walked in from the cafeteria door, walked over from left to right, and then made statistics. But their aura was so strong that they almost didn't scare the trainees into coughing.
"Beep-"
When the time came, the instructor blew the whistle on time.
"Put down your chopsticks and stand up!"
The teacher shouted decisively.
Soon, all the students did not dare to delay any longer, and stood up in unison.
Many students are like hamsters, their mouths are stuffed with bulging, and they can't swallow for a while, so they can only stare and bulge, not to mention how funny.
After two minutes of counting, the trainees were taken away again.
It was not until they were lined up again and stepped into the rain that the students gradually had a sense of "completely detached from the life of the last month".
Even yesterday, when they were in the cafeteria, there was a lot of noise, and they walked out side by side. It was impossible for them to be in such a neat and tidy situation.
In their memory, it was only during the period of the recruit company that they would have this state.
Yesterday and today are worlds apart.
However, because the training in the morning was so ruthless, they didn't even have the heart to complain, so they could only follow the teachers to the dormitory, and clean up as appointed.
Mo Shangjun was considered relaxed, and he directly handed over his internal affairs to Ding Jing, while he stood by and gave instructions - this is not right, what is not right, change it.
Ding Jing was tossed by her, and she was shocked again why she wanted to share the same dormitory with Mo Shangyun.
Fortunately, Ding Jing is a veteran for many years. Although he usually doesn't care about internal affairs, when he really wants to organize, he still has a set.
No less than the level of Mo Shangyun.
So this kind of work, Mo Shangyun let Ding Jing do it with great confidence. However, because of the boredom, Mo Shangyun occasionally reminded Liang Zhiqiong what was wrong and how to organize it. Ding Jing frowned while watching.
While they were sorting out the housework, the students who were punished for running away also came back one after another. Those who didn't have time to go to the cafeteria for lunch could only get two cold steamed buns on the way back, but it was better than nothing. In the stomach, they all ate the steamed buns happily.
In the afternoon, two o'clock.
The students went downstairs ten minutes earlier and gathered in the open space downstairs.
The majestic rain has turned into a drizzle, and logically the situation should improve, but it still makes people uncomfortable.
They have been soaking in the rain since the morning until now. Before, they could go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change into a set of clean clothes. But after the bathing time was unified, the water in all the dormitories stopped at noon, and they did not take a bath at all. It is possible to change the clothes inside a little at most, but the jacket and outer pants are all wet, no matter how much you change it, it will be useless.
After this rain, they felt heavy even if they were not carrying any weight.
Several of the trainees showed signs of a cold.
After standing in the queue for ten minutes, the snipers who had gone to the training ahead of time walked back with sad faces. Even Duan Zimu and Subei, the two all-powerful snipers, looked a little ugly.
The instructor did not start the afternoon training until all the students had arrived.
According to the instructors, since they were so loose last month, the afternoon session was just a small warm-up, and the real training won't start until tomorrow.
However, even if it was a "small warm-up", when the trainees arrived at the training ground, they were surprised to find that there were two ambulances parked nearby.
There were several doctors and nurses standing next to the ambulance, all in uniform and transparent raincoats, chatting in the rain with a pestle.
Occasionally, I will take a look at them.
The students were keenly aware that there was sympathy and pity for them in the eyes that occasionally shot over, as if they were going to die heroically at any time.
Against this strange environment, the students felt that their mentality was a little broken.
But the next training, but they didn't even have the "collapse" mood.
Intensive training, one by one, after finishing the previous project, just taking a breath, you will be rushed to the next one, and there is no chance to breathe.
Their training is also very thrilling. Under the condition of raining, rock climbing with bare hands, and loose stones fall straight down, but the instructors do not even blink an eye, numbly count their scores, and those who pass can move on to the next one. , the unqualified score will be deducted before proceeding to the next one.
The only thing that makes them happy is that after a month, they can finally touch the gun again.
Yes, after a month of free time, they resumed shooting training.
However, when they saw the request, they were dumbfounded.
Running for three kilometers, then shooting a target in the mountains, the breathing is extremely unstable, but when you arrive, you need to count the time. They need to assemble the firearm and then shoot the target when the breath is unstable. The requirements are beyond their imagination. .
But what's even worse is the group of snipers.
The same students, the requirements for snipers are far greater than others.
The requirements for snipers are: under any circumstances (no matter what the environment or physical condition is), they must achieve a 100% hit rate at a distance of 500 meters and a 90% hit rate within 800 meters.
They don't care how much sniper training you have experienced before, as long as you say you are a sniper, then you have to bear the special requirements of being a "sniper".
If you can't do it, you can, either choose an endless deduction of points, or choose to give up your sniper status.
After this round, only Subei and Duan Zimu did not deduct points for shooting, while two students who were snipers in the original unit chose to give up and return to the ranks of the rest of the students.
As an all-rounder Mo Shangyun, after this afternoon of training, although she was exhausted, fortunately, she didn't lose a single point.
The rest of the students were miserable, and many points were deducted. Even Ding Jing, Subei, Duan Zimu, You Nianyu, and Yan Jinchao were all deducted because of mistakes in various projects. 1~2 points.
Liang Zhiqiong was even worse, because he directly deducted 6 points for shooting at the target.
Dinner starts at 6 o'clock, and after the end, it is the announcement of the deduction for housekeeping.
Fortunately, in Mo Shangyun's dormitory, only Ai Youhuai had deducted points, and the rest of the students had avoided the risk of deducting 2 points.
As one day, no points have been deducted for any project, Mo Shangyun has become a thorn in the eyes of many teachers.
After the announcement of the internal affairs, several teachers gathered together, frowning and staring at the list of points and worrying.
"What's the matter with this person, not a single point has been deducted?! Did you release water?!"
"Damn, Yan Ye asked us to keep an eye on her, and don't miss any chance to deduct points, but what's the matter, she didn't give us a chance to deduct points at all!"
"And so beautiful?"
"In the evening, there is deputy team Bu's lecture, so I have to deduct a point or two from her. I don't believe it. There are really all-round wizards who can learn about physical fitness and internal affairs!"
…
bathhouse.
As soon as the whistle sounded, all the students rushed into the bathhouse, and after choosing a cubicle, they began to undress and take a bath, along with washing their hair.
Saying "wash" may be a bit insulting. Three minutes, five minutes, at most, can be regarded as a "shower" shower.
Mo Shangjun is used to this kind of militarized management, and he has no problem adapting again, but others have some difficulties.
In the former army, no matter how strict it was, there was no such rule.
It's hard to get used to it for a while.
Therefore, in the mist of the hot water and the sound of the shower, many complaints can be heard.
"I used to think that those who finished eating in three minutes were perverted. I never thought that my mother would also become perverted one day."
"I don't have any shampoo, so how do I wash my hair? A piece of soap can be used for hair, face, and body?!"
"Fuck you, you can still be so stingy."
"Don't say it, be careful of being heard by them. Another day, you won't even have any soap."
…
Mo Shangjun listened quietly to their complaints.
Her speed was about—the speed she was soaping up as soon as they got their hair wet.
Because he went to the "quagmire" today, Mo Shangjun had no choice but to wash it again, but the delay was not too much.
When the hot water was turned off, Mo Shangyun heard Liang Zhiqiong's voice from next door, "I'm exhausted, I thought it was the most exhausting time in the hands of Ding Demon King, but I didn't expect it to be even more exhausting. ."
After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun just wanted to urge her to hurry up when he heard the sound of "dong dong" coming from the next door, followed by Ding Jing's leisurely voice, "Ding Demon King is next to you, do you want to pay attention to what you say? "
"… "
Liang Zhiqiong closed his mouth for a moment, and didn't say anything after that.
With a chuckle, Mo Shangjun quickly and neatly put on his new clean clothes.
In order to avoid the confusion of clothes during machine washing, all students wrote their own numbers on their old clothes, but today's clothes are new, clean, free of wrinkles and damage, and their numbers belong to their code names. , at a glance.
Mo Shangjun thought that Liang Zhiqiong would be slower, but he didn't expect that when he came out to put on his shoes and socks, he saw Liang Zhiqiong running out in a hurry.
After seeing Mo Shangyun, Liang Zhiqiong blinked and calmed down.
Then, she couldn't stop muttering: "Catch up, catch up."
Mo Shangyun laughed dumbly and threw a towel to her, "Hurry up."
They have two minutes more because their hair is longer than that of male soldiers, so these two minutes should be used rationally.
His hair was still wet, but he didn't have time to wait for it to dry, so he put the training cap on his head and perfunctory.
Yan Tianxing kept reminding her to dry her hair before going to bed, but it turned out that it was impossible in such a tight time. Since the age of 12, Mo Shangyun has been living under such conditions and naturally developed a habit.
When the five minutes were up, the instructor outside blew the whistle.
Maybe the female instructors are not there, male instructors should always be gentle when facing them.
The male students next door, as soon as they arrived in three minutes, some instructors rushed in to chase people, cursing, but here, they only urged them outside, and none of them dared to come in.
All the students rushed to the assembly, and then they were checked for three minutes with "harsh" requirements, and several students' scores were crossed out by two points.
After finishing the stroke, several teachers looked at each other and sighed.
- I've seen a ghost too, and I can't make a mistake on Mo Shangyun.
After the inspection, someone in the queue asked loudly, "Report to the instructor, do we still need to train at night?"
"Class at night." A teacher replied, and then said to the other teachers, "Take it away."
I don't know if the training was too hard, or because they had no concept of "classing", so when they were taken away, apart from being a little confused, a group of people breathed a sigh of relief.
It's still raining outside, and they'll be drenched for another night. I'm afraid they have to take care of the work of the two ambulances.
At seven o'clock they were led into a large classroom.
Similar to a school classroom, there are three positions in the left and right rows, and a whole row in the middle. The five positions are connected together, and the stairs go up in the back. I am afraid that it can hold about two hundred people.
All the lights are turned on, the light is sufficient, and the field of vision is bright. On the podium in the front is a full set of multimedia equipment. Under the podium on the left is the host computer, and an instructor is already standing there waiting.
It can be said that after entering the door, the students basically focused their attention on the instructor, except after roughly sweeping the room.
He is young, but has a high rank, two bars and two stars.
He was wearing a camouflage training uniform, no different from an instructor, without a training cap, showing a handsome and handsome face, with a gentle expression on his eyebrows, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, not as severe and harsh as other instructors, but this kind of friendly Attitude also maintains a certain distance, not too close, people have a sense of distance from him from the heart, and unconsciously lower themselves and look up at him.
Some people are naturally deterrent.
Such as Yan Hanyu, such as Yan Tianxing.
For example, the instructor in front of him.
The moment they saw him, all the students unconsciously stopped their voices and didn't say a word, but turned their attention to him.
As if consciously found their "student" position.
Seeing that they were all standing at the door, the instructor was slightly startled, then gave them a gentle smile and said, "My name is Bu Yirong."
After a short pause, he continued: "It's better to choose a location and write your names on the notebook."
With his orders, the students present took action.
However, the moment he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun was the first to stand up.
As the first one, instead of fighting for the first row, she chose the fifth row by the door, and then came to the position by the wall.
This kind of selection method is very conspicuous, like the scumbags are fighting for the last row position, it is inexplicable and shameful to see.
Soon, the rest of the students had chosen their positions.
Students who love to learn all choose the first few rows in the middle, and those who take a step behind will either go to the back or go to both sides.
Ding Jing chose the position next to Mo Shangyun, while Liang Zhiqiong took a step slower, hesitated again and again, and finally chose to stay away from Ding Jing and silently chose to sit with Tang Shi in the middle.
You Nianyu, Subei and Duan Zimu happened to choose the position in front of Mo Shangyun. The three sat neatly and looked like good students.
However, when Mo Shangjun wrote his name in the notebook, he suddenly heard Subei who was sitting in front of him secretly scolding, "I'll wipe it."
I don't know who is scolding.
Mo Shangyun didn't care too much.
However, vaguely, I felt that Bu Yirong, who was standing in front, glanced here from time to time, not knowing who he was looking at.
Mo Shangjun felt that he was affected and was quite upset.
After writing his name, he closed the notebook, Mo Shangyun yawned lazily, then glanced around boredly, and caught a glimpse of Ding Jing writing his name on his notebook.
Mo Shangyun paused for two seconds, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and approached Ding Jing a little strangely, and asked, "Can people's words be so ugly?"
I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it.
The two characters, Ding Jing, were crooked, and I couldn't distinguish a single word. It was really scary to look at.
This trace... Those who didn't know it thought that Ding Jing was working in the hospital.
Mo Shangjun did not hide the ridicule on his face at all.
With a "pop", Ding Jing put the signature pen on the table.
Frowning his brows, Ding Jing reminded: "... Boss, this is considered a personal attack."
"Really?" Mo Shangyun couldn't help but cheer, she reminded kindly, "I advise you to write neatly, otherwise it will affect the score of the roll."
Ding Jing was inexplicable, "Where does the roll noodles come from?"
"After teaching, there will be exams. It's common sense." Mo Shangyun leaned back lazily with the expression of someone who had come over, and said, "Under normal circumstances, there are quizzes every day, every three or five exams, and points will be deducted if you fail the exam. Isn't that the case in class?"
After a pause, Ding Jing said, "I haven't been to class, so I don't know."
Looking at her in surprise, Mo Shangjun asked, "Really?"
Hooking her lips, Ding Jing gave her a deep look, but did not answer.
This made Mo Shangyun feel like she was being played with, but she didn't feel angry, she always felt that something was weird.
However, he did not think deeply, because Bu Yirong's lecture started soon.
At first, Mo Shangyun thought it was about weapon topography, but as soon as the courseware was opened, Mo Shangyun saw a picture with plants as the background, with the words "Botany" written on it.
Mo Shangyun took off his training cap, raised his hand and scratched his wet hair, relieving some of his stubbornness.
Wouldn't this be about... Survival in the wild
Mo Shangyun suddenly felt a little sleepy.
At this moment, Duan Zimu, who was sitting in the front left, suddenly handed over a note.
Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun opened the paper, glanced at it slowly, and found that it was written in Morse code—"Do you want to help me take notes? 』
"… "
Ding Jing, who swears it was just accidentally swept across, almost didn't spit their blood.
These days, when you pass a note in class, you have to use Morse code
Mo Shangyun thought about it for a while, and then replied with Morse code - "Simple friendship in arms? 』
She handed the note back.
After a while, Duan Zimu turned his head, smiled at her, and took the notebook from her desk away.
Mo Shangyun was a little surprised.
However, she didn't really want to listen to the class, so she left him alone.
In March last year, it was also at this time. There was also a "class" in the assessment they participated in. At that time, they had to check their notes, and this time is probably not far behind.
"Don't attend class?"
Ding Jing, who had just regained her heart, gave Mo Shangyun a strange look.
"Don't listen, go to sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun fell down.
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