Mo Shangyun, who had been guarded for a long time, glanced at the instructor who stopped at the door after entering the door. Without any hesitation, he directly chose the nearest dining table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.

With her lead, the rest of the students gradually recovered. They watched the instructor staring at the timer at the door. They were immediately scared by a trembling, and their desire to vomit more was forced to be controlled. Then they sat down quickly. eat.

To be precise, it is planed rice.

It is impossible to chew slowly. Three minutes can only be used to stuff food. You must try to stuff all the food into your stomach, otherwise you will be deducted points.

No one spoke leisurely.

For a time, there was only the sound of eating in the cafeteria.

The cooks stood at the door of the operation room and watched them gobble up and couldn't help smiling.

Gee.

This is what should happen!

Usually yin and yang ridiculously ridicule them? !

The instructors should have adopted the "three-minute meal" policy, otherwise they would not have been ridiculed by so many people last month, causing a anger in the stomach.

However, for the food that they would have eaten cleanly, and from the ink without complaint, they looked at each other differently.

For now, although Mo Shangyun is also taking time to eat, the eating appearance is much better than those of the students.

When it was less than ten minutes from three minutes, Mo Shangyun successfully solved all lunches, and then put down the chopsticks.

As the first one, it was always striking, so even the instructor who was staring at the time inevitably glanced at her.

In succession, there were other students who put down their chopsticks, but the instructors did not go to see them, but glanced at the other instructors, suggesting that they could deduct points now.

Although there are only more than 100 people left, but to record their performance in a short period of time, it still needs a lot of individuals to go out together, so two rows of teachers walked in from the outside of the canteen, walked over from left to right, and then counted, But their momentum was so strong that they almost scared the students to cough.

"Beep--"

When the time was up, the instructor blew his whistle on time.

"Put down your chopsticks and stand up!"

The instructor shouted immediately.

Soon, all the students dared not delay any more and stood up in unison.

Many students are like hamsters, their mouths are bulging, but they can't swallow them for a while, and they can only stare and bulge their mouths.

After spending two minutes counting, the students were taken away again.

It wasn't until the neatly arranged and stepped into the rain again that the students gradually had a sense of "completely separating from last month's life".

Even if it was placed yesterday, at this time they were noisy in the cafeteria, and then walked out shoulder to shoulder, it is impossible to have such a uniform situation.

In their memory, this state will only exist during the recruit company.

Yesterday is different from today.

However, because the training in the morning was so ruthless, they even lost their minds, and could only follow the instructor to the dormitory building and clean the house.

Mo Shangyun was easy, and he directly handed over his internal affairs to Ding Jing, but he was standing by and directing—what is wrong here, where is wrong, change it.

Ding Jing was tossed by her to two heads, and was shocked again why she wanted to share the same dorm with Mo Shangyun.

Ding Jing is a veteran for many years. Although he usually doesn't care about housekeeping, he still has a set when he really wants to sort it out. The futons are neatly folded and they are as good as some textbooks.

It is no less than the level of ink painting.

So this kind of work, Mo Shangjun let Ding Jing do it with confidence. However, because of his boredom, Mo Shangjun occasionally reminded Liang Zhiqiong of what was wrong and how to sort it out. Ding Jing looked sideways and frowned.

While they were sorting out their housework, the students who ran away were also rushed back. They didn’t have time to go to the cafeteria to eat lunch. They could only get two cold buns on the way back, but chatting was better than nothing. Belly, they all gnawed the buns very cheerfully.

*

In the afternoon, two o'clock.

The students went downstairs ten minutes in advance, and then assembled in the open space downstairs.

The heavy rain has turned into drizzle, and the situation should be improved, but it is still uncomfortable.

From morning till now, they have been raining. In the past, they could go back to the dormitory to take a shower for a long time, and change a set of clean clothes. It's possible, at most, to change the clothes inside a little, but the outerwear and outer pants are all wet.

After this rain, they felt heavy even if they were not carrying weight.

Several students showed signs of catching a cold.

After standing in the line for ten minutes, the snipers who went ahead for training walked back with a frown on their faces. Even the two sniper snipers Duan Zimu and Su Bei were a bit ugly.

The instructors did not start the afternoon training until all the trainees arrived.

According to the instructors, given that they were too loose last month, the afternoon training was only a small warm-up, and the real training will not start until tomorrow.

However, even if it was a "small warm-up", when the students arrived at the training ground, they were surprised to find that two ambulances were parked nearby.

Several doctors and nurses stood next to the ambulance. They were all dressed in uniforms and wore transparent raincoats. The pestle was chatting in the rain.

Sometimes, they will take a look at them.

The students were keenly aware that there was sympathy and pity for them in the eyes that occasionally fired, as if they were going to die bravely at any time.

Against this weird environment, the students felt that their mentality collapsed.

However, the following training made them feel that they were "collapsed".

Compact training, one by one, after completing the previous project, just after taking a breath, you will be rushed to the next one, and there is no chance of breathing.

Their training was also very thrilling. They climbed freehand under the rain, and the loose stones fell straight down, but the instructors did not even blink. They numbly counted their scores, and qualified ones can proceed to the next one. , The unqualified deduct points before proceeding to the next one.

The only thing that gratified them was that after a month, they could finally touch the gun again.

Yes, after a month of free activities, they resumed shooting training.

However, when they saw the request, they were dumbfounded.

Run for three kilometers, then shoot in the mountains, breathing is extremely unstable, but you need to calculate the time when you arrive, they need to assemble the firearms, and when the breath is unstable, shoot the target, the demand is beyond their imagination .

However, even worse is the group of snipers.

The same students, the requirements for snipers are far greater than others.

The requirements for the sniper are: in any case (regardless of the environment or physical condition), you 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 withstand the special requirements of "sniper".

If you can't do it, you can either choose to never end points deductions, or choose to give up the sniper status.

After this round, only Subei and Duan Zimu did not deduct points from the shooting, and there were two students who were snipers in the original army and chose to give up and return to the ranks of the remaining students.

As an all-rounder, Mo Shangyun, after experiencing training this afternoon, was tired and choking, but fortunately, she was never deducted.

The rest of the students were miserable, and some of them were deducted. Even Ding Jing, Subei, Duan Zimu, You Nianyu, Yan Jinyu and others were deducted because of mistakes in various projects. 1~2 points.

Liang Zhiqiong was even more miserable because he directly deducted 6 points for shooting.

Dinner starts at six o'clock, and after the end, the housekeeping deduction is announced.

Fortunately, in Mo Shangyun's dormitory, only Ai Youhuai deducted points, and the rest of the students kept the risk of deducting 2 points.

As a result of the day, no points were deducted from any project, Mo Shangyun has become the eyes of many teachers.

After the announcement of the housekeeping, several faculty members gathered together, frowning at the points list, worrying.

"What's the matter with this person, no points have been deducted?! Isn't the water drained?!"

"Fart, Yan Ye asked us to watch her closely, and don't let any chance of deduction of points, but what's special, she didn't give us the opportunity to deduct points at all!"

"Is there such a show?"

"There is a step team in the evening to give a lecture. You have to buckle her one or two points for anything. I don't believe it. There are really all-round talents who can learn all kinds of housekeeping!"

...

*

bathhouse.

As soon as the whistle sounded, all the students rushed into the bathhouse, and after choosing the compartment, they undressed and took a shower, washing their hair incidentally.

It may be a little insulting to say "washing", three minutes or five minutes, at most it is a "bath".

Mo Shangjun is used to this kind of militarized management, and it is no problem to adapt again, but others are a bit difficult.

In the former army, no matter how strict, there is no such rule.

It's hard to get used to it in a little while.

So, in the mist of hot water and the sound of the shower, you can still hear the sound of a lot of vomiting.

"I used to think that eating after three minutes was all perverted. I didn't expect that my mother would become perverted one day."

"I don't have any shampoo. How do I wash my hair? A piece of soap can be used for hair, face and body?!"

"The trough can still be so picky."

"Don't say it, be careful to hear them, and even the soap will be gone someday."

...

Mo Shangyun listened to them in silence.

Her speed is probably-they have just soaked their hair, she has begun to apply soap speed.

Because I went to the "quagmire" today, Mo Shangyun was forced to wash it again, but the delay was not much.

When the hot water was turned off, Mo Shangjun heard Liang Zhiqiong's voice coming from the next door, "I'm exhausted, I thought it was already the most tiring time in the hands of Ding Mo Wang, I didn't expect it to be even more tiring. ."

After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun just wanted to urge her to hurry up and heard the sound of "Dong Dong" coming from the next door, followed by Ding Jing's leisurely voice. "Ding Mo Wang is next to you. Should you pay attention?" "

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong closed his mouth in an instant, and then no longer spoke.

With a chuckle, Mo Shangyun quickly put on clean new clothes.

In order to avoid confusion during machine washing, all students wrote their own numbers on their old clothes, but today’s clothes are newly distributed, clean and free of wrinkles and breakage, as well as the numbers belonging to their code names , At a glance.

Mo Shangyun thought that Liang Zhiqiong would be slower, but did not expect that Liang Zhiqiong ran out in a hurry just after he came out and put on his shoes and socks.

After seeing Mo Shangyun, Liang Zhiqiong blinked and calmed down.

Then she couldn't stop talking, "Catch up, catch up."

Mo Shangyun smiled dumbly and threw a towel to her, "Hurry up."

They are two minutes longer because the hair is longer than the male soldiers, so these two minutes should be used reasonably.

The hair is still wet, but I don’t have time to wait for it to dry, so I just put the training cap on my head and acted in a perfunctory manner.

Yan Tianxing has always reminded her to dry her hair before going to bed, but it turns out that in such a tight time, it is impossible at all. Since he was 12 years old, Mo Shangyun has been living under such conditions and has naturally developed a habit.

Five minutes later, the instructor outside blew his whistle.

Perhaps the female instructors are not there, the male instructors always have to be gentle when facing them.

The male students next door arrived in three minutes, and the instructor had to rush in to catch people, scolding and scolding, but here, they would only urge outside, and none of them dared to come in.

All the students hurried to the assembly, and then they were checked again for three minutes with "harsh" requirements. Many students' scores were crossed out by two points.

After the stroke, several faculty members looked at each other and all sighed.

——I've seen a ghost, and I can't make mistakes on Mo Shangyun.

After the inspection, someone asked in a loud voice in the line: "Report the instructor, do we still need to train at night?"

"Take class at night." An instructor replied and then said to the other instructors, "Take away."

I don’t know if training is too hard, or because they don’t have a good idea of ​​“class”, so when they were taken away, a group of people were relieved when they were a little confused.

The rain outside was still raining. They were drenched for another night, for fear of having to take care of the work of those two ambulances.

At seven, they were led to a large classroom.

In a classroom like a school, the left and right rows have three positions, the middle row is a whole row, and the five positions are connected together. Later, as the steps rise, I am afraid that it can hold 200 people.

All the lights are turned on, the light is sufficient, and the view is bright. On the front podium, there is a full set of multimedia equipment. Below the left podium is the host, and an instructor has stood waiting there.

It can be said that after entering the door, the students basically focused on the instructor except after sweeping the indoor situation.

He is very young, but he has a high rank and two stars.

He wore a camouflage training uniform, just like the instructor, did not wear a training cap, showed a handsome and handsome face, his eyebrows had a gentle look, and it felt like a spring breeze. There was no sternness and fierceness of the other instructors, but this kind of friendly Keep your attitude a certain distance away, and don’t get too close. It makes you feel a sense of distance from your heart, lowering yourself unconsciously and looking up at him.

Some people are inherently intimidating.

Such as Yan Hanyu, such as Yan Tianxing.

For example, the instructor in front of me.

At the moment of seeing him, all the students did not consciously stop the voice, did not say a word, but turned their attention to him one after another.

Just consciously find your own position as a "student".

Seeing that they were all standing at the door, the instructor slightly stunned, and then showed them a gentle smile, saying, "I call Bu Yirong."

After a slight pause, he continued: "Everyone chooses a good location and writes your name on the notebook."

Only with his orders did the students present take action.

However, at the moment he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun came out first.

As the first one, instead of fighting for the first row, she chose the fifth row by the door and came to the wall.

This selection method is very conspicuous, just like the scum is fighting for the last row of positions, which makes people look inexplicably a bit shameful.

Soon, the rest of the students chose their positions.

The students who love learning choose the first few rows in the middle, and those who take a slower step will either go backwards or go to both sides.

Ding Jing chose the position next to Mo Shangjun, and Liang Zhiqiong took a step slower, hesitating again and again, and finally chose to stay away from Ding Jing and silently chose the Tang poetry sitting in the middle.

You Nianyu, Northern Jiangsu and Duan Zimu just chose the position in front of Mo Shangyun. The three sat neatly and looked quite like good students.

However, when Mo Shangyun wrote his name in the notebook, he suddenly heard the North Jiangsu sitting in front of him secretly scolding, "I wipe."

I don't know who is scolding.

Mo Shangyun didn't care too much.

But, faintly, he felt that he was standing in front of the steps, but he glanced at this side from time to time, and did not know who he was looking at.

Mo Shangyun felt uncomfortable because he felt affected.

After writing the name, close the notebook, Mo Shangyun yawned lazily, and then glanced around in a boring way, just to see Ding Jing was writing the name on his notebook.

Mo Shangyun paused for two seconds, raised his hand, raised his eyebrows, and approached Ding Jing a little strangely. He asked, "Can human characters be written so ugly?"

Don't look at it, startled.

The two characters Ding Jing are crooked, and they can't be distinguished by one word. They are really scary.

This handwriting...I don't know I thought Ding Jing was working in a hospital.

Mo Shangyun did not hide the ridicule on his face.

With a snap, Ding Jing put the signature pen on the table.

With a raised eyebrow, Ding Jing reminded: "...Boss, this is a personal attack."

"Is it?" Mo Shangyun couldn't help but happily reminded her, "I advise you to write neatly, otherwise it will affect the score."

Ding Jing was inexplicable, "Where does it come from?"

"After the teaching, you will take the exam. This is common sense." Mo Shangyun's expression came over and leaned back lazily. . Isn't this the case in class?"

After a pause, Ding Jing said, "I haven't had a class, I don't know."

He gave her a surprise look, and Mo Shangyun asked, "Really?"

Hooked his lips, Ding Jing didn't give her a deep look, but didn't answer.

This gave Mo Shangyun a feeling of being teased, but she didn't feel angry, and she always felt strange.

However, I didn't think deeply about it, because the lectures with ease were soon started.

At the beginning, Mo Shangjun thought he was talking about weapons topography, but as soon as the courseware was opened, Mo Shangjun saw a picture with plants in the background, with a few words written on it-botany.

Mo Shangyun took off the training cap, raised his hand and grabbed the wet hair, and relieved some of the feelings of coercion.

This is not about... survival in the wild?

Mo Shangyun suddenly felt a little sleepy.

At this moment, Duan Mu, sitting in front of the left, suddenly handed over a note.

Raised his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun opened the paper, glanced slowly, and then found that it was written with the Morse code-"Do you want to help take notes? 』

"..."

Ding Jing swore that he swept inadvertently, and almost did not spur blood from them.

This year, when you hand a note in class, you must use the Morse code?

Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and then replied with the Morse code as well-"Simple friendship?" 』

She handed the note back.

After a while, Duanzi Mu turned back, chuckled at her, and took away the notebook on her desk.

Mo Shangyun was a little surprised.

However, she did not want to attend classes, so she let him.

In March last year, it was also at this time that they took part in the assessment. They had to check their notes at that time, and this time it was estimated that it was not far off.

"Don't listen to class?"

Ding Jing, who had just recovered, looked at Mo Shangyun strangely.

"Do not listen, sleep."

As soon as he had finished speaking, Mo Shangyun fell down.