Mo Shangjun, who had been on guard for a long time, glanced at the teacher who stopped at the door after entering. Without any hesitation, he directly chose the nearest table and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
With her guidance, the other students gradually came to their senses. They saw the teacher staring at the timer at the door. They were immediately trembling with fright. No matter how much they wanted to complain, they were forcibly controlled. Then they quickly sat down.
Have a meal.
To be precise, it is planing rice.
It is impossible to chew slowly. You can only stuff food into your stomach in three minutes. You must try to stuff all the food into your stomach, otherwise you will be deducted points.
No one had time to talk.
For a while, there was only the sound of eating in the cafeteria.
The cooks stood at the door of the operating room, looking at them gobbling up food, and couldn't help but smile with gloating smiles.
Tsk tsk tsk.
This is what should happen!
What's the point of mocking them in a weird way?!
The instructors should have adopted the "three-minute meal" policy, otherwise they wouldn't have been ridiculed by so many people last month and made them so angry.
However, they looked at Mo Shangyun in a different light, who always ate his meals cleanly and never complained.
Even now, although Mo Shangjun is also taking the time to eat, his appearance is much better than those of the students.
When there were still about ten seconds left before three minutes, Mo Shangjun successfully finished all the lunch and put down his chopsticks.
As the first one, she always attracted attention, so even the teacher who was watching the time inevitably glanced at her.
One after another, other students put down their chopsticks, but the teacher did not look at them. Instead, he glanced at the other teachers, suggesting that they could deduct points now.
Although there are only more than a hundred people left, in order to record their performance in a short period of time, many people still need to work together, so two rows of teachers walked in from outside the cafeteria door, walked left and right, and then made statistics.
But their momentum was so strong that they almost scared the students to the point of coughing.
"Beep——"
When the time came, the teacher 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 were like hamsters, with their mouths bulging and unable to swallow for a while, so they could only stare and bulge their mouths. Not to mention how funny it was.
After taking two minutes to count, the students were taken away again.
It wasn't until they lined up neatly and stepped out into the rain again that the students gradually gained the consciousness of "completely breaking away from the life of the last month."
Even yesterday, they were noisy in the cafeteria at this time, and then they walked out arm-in-arm. It was impossible for them to appear in such a uniform situation.
In their memory, this state existed only during the period of the recruit company.
Yesterday and today are completely different.
However, because the training in the morning was so harsh, they had no intention of complaining and could only follow the teacher to the dormitory building to clean the place as assigned.
Mo Shangjun was relaxed and simply handed over his internal affairs to Ding Jing, while he stood aside and directed - if something is wrong here, if anything is wrong, fix it.
Ding Jing was so tormented by her that she was shocked once again why she and Mo Shangjun were in the same dormitory.
Fortunately, Ding Jing is a veteran for many years. Although he usually doesn't care about housework, when he really needs to tidy up, he is still very good at tidying up. The bedding is neatly folded, just like in a textbook.
Not inferior to Mo Shangyun's level.
Therefore, Mo Shangyun was very relieved to let Ding Jing do this kind of work. However, because he was bored, Mo Shangyun would occasionally remind Liang Zhiqiong what he had done wrong and how to sort it out. Ding Jing looked on with a frown.
Straight draw.
While they were cleaning up the house, the students who had been punished for running away also rushed back one after another. They didn't have time to go to the cafeteria for lunch, so they could only get two cold steamed buns on the way back, but it was better than nothing, at least they could give them a cushion.
They all happily ate the steamed buns.
*
Afternoon, two o'clock.
The students went downstairs ten minutes early and then gathered in the open space downstairs.
The heavy rain has turned into drizzle. Logically speaking, the situation should be getting better, but it is still uncomfortable.
They have been exposed to the rain since morning. In the past, they could go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change into clean clothes. However, after the bathing time was unified, the water in all dormitories stopped at noon, and they did not take a shower at all.
It's possible to change the clothes underneath a little, but the jacket and pants are all wet, so it's useless no matter how much you change them.
The heavy rain made them feel heavy even if they were not carrying any weight.
Several students showed signs of colds.
After standing in the queue for ten minutes, the snipers who had gone for training in advance came back with sad faces. Even the two most powerful snipers, Duan Zimu and Su Bei, looked a little ugly.
The instructor did not start the afternoon training until all students arrived.
According to the instructor, since they were too loose last month, the afternoon training was just a small warm-up, and the real training will not start until tomorrow.
However, even if it was just a "little warm-up", when the students arrived at the training ground, they were surprised to find two ambulances parked nearby.
There were several doctors and nurses standing next to the ambulance. They were all wearing uniforms and transparent raincoats, chatting in the rain.
Occasionally, I will take a look at them.
The students were keenly aware that the eyes that occasionally glanced at them contained sympathy and pity for them, as if they were about to die heroically at any time.
Under this strange environment, the students felt a little depressed.
But the training that followed made them no longer even in a "collapsed" mood.
Intensive training, one after another. After completing the previous project, just as I took a breath, I was rushed to the next one, without any chance to breathe.
Their training was also very thrilling. They were climbing with bare hands in the rain, and the loose stones were falling straight down. However, the instructors did not even blink, and numbly counted their results. Those who passed the test could move on to the next step.
, points will be deducted for those who fail to pass before proceeding to the next one.
The only thing that made them happy was that after a month, they could finally touch the gun again.
Yes, after a month of freedom, they resumed shooting training.
However, when they saw the request, they were dumbfounded.
Running for three kilometers and then shooting targets in the mountains, your breathing is extremely unstable, but when you arrive, you have to count the time. They need to assemble the firearm and then shoot at the target while their breathing is unstable. The requirements are higher than they imagined.
.
What's even worse is the group of snipers.
We are both students, and our requirements for snipers are much higher than those of others.
The requirements for snipers are: under any circumstances (no matter what the environment or physical condition), 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 whether you have experienced sniper training before, as long as you say you are a sniper, you will have to bear the special requirements of being a "sniper".
If you can't do it, you can either choose to have endless points deductions or give up your identity as a sniper.
After this round, only Su Bei and Duan Zimu did not have points deducted for shooting, while two students who were snipers in the original army chose to give up and return to the ranks of the rest of the students.
As an all-rounder, Mo Shangjun was very tired after this afternoon's training, but fortunately, she was not deducted a single point.
The rest of the students were in dire straits, with points deducted to some extent. Even Ding Jing, Su Bei, Duan Zimu, You Nianyu, and Yan Jinchao all had their points deducted due to their mistakes in various projects.
1~ points.
Liang Zhiqiong was even worse, as he was directly deducted 6 points because of target shooting.
Dinner starts at six o'clock, and after it's over, the housekeeping points deductions are announced.
Fortunately, in Mo Shangjun's dormitory, only Ai Youhuai had his points deducted, and the rest of the students were spared the risk of having their points deducted.
As someone who had not had any points deducted for any project at the end of the day, Mo Shangjun had become a thorn in the side of many teachers.
After the internal affairs were announced, several teachers gathered together, frowning and staring at the list of points with worry.
"What's going on with this guy? Not a single point has been deducted?! Has he let himself go?!"
"Shit, Master Yan asked us to keep an eye on her and not miss any opportunity to deduct points, but damn, she didn't even give us the chance to deduct points!"
"Is there such a show?"
"The vice-president of the infantry team is giving a lecture in the evening. I'll deduct a point or two from her no matter what. I don't believe it. There really is an all-around genius in physical fitness and internal affairs!"
…
*
bathhouse.
As soon as the whistle blew, all the students rushed into the bathhouse, chose a stall, and began to take off their clothes and take a shower, washing their hair at the same time.
Saying "wash" may be a bit insulting. It doesn't matter whether it lasts three minutes or five minutes. At most, it's just a "shower".
Mo Shangyun was used to this kind of military management and had no problem adapting again, but others had a hard time adapting.
In the former army, no matter how strict it was, there were no such rules.
It was difficult to adapt to it for a while.
Therefore, in the mist of hot water and the sound of the shower, many complaints can be heard.
"I used to think that anyone who finished eating in three minutes was a pervert. I never thought that I would become a pervert one day."
"How can I wash my hair if I don't even have any shampoo? A piece of soap can be used on my hair, face, and body?!"
"Damn it, you can still be so picky."
"Stop talking, be careful if they hear it, you won't even have soap one day."
…
Mo Shangyun quietly listened to their complaints.
Her speed was about as fast as they had just soaked their hair and she had already started applying soap.
Because he had been to the "quagmire" today, Mo Shangyun had no choice but to wash himself one more time, but the delay was not too much.
When turning off the hot water, Mo Shangjun heard Liang Zhiqiong's voice from next door, "I'm so exhausted. I thought being in the hands of Demon King Ding was already the most tiring time. I didn't expect that there would be even more tiring times."
.”
After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun was just about to urge her to hurry up when he heard a "dong dong" sound coming from the next door, followed by Ding Jing's leisurely and contented voice, "Demon King Ding is next door to you, do you want to pay attention to what you say?
"
"..."
Liang Zhiqiong shut her mouth instantly and never made a sound again.
With a chuckle, Mo Shangyun quickly put on the clean new clothes.
In order to prevent the clothes from being mixed up during machine washing, all students wrote their own numbers on their old clothes, but today's clothes are newly issued, clean, without wrinkles or damage, and there are numbers belonging to their code names.
, clear at a glance.
Mo Shangjun thought Liang Zhiqiong would be slower, but he didn't expect that as soon as he came out and put on his shoes and socks, he saw Liang Zhiqiong running out in a hurry.
After seeing Mo Shangjun, Liang Zhiqiong blinked and immediately calmed down.
Mo Shangyun laughed dumbly and threw a towel to her, "Hurry up."
They have two extra minutes because their hair is longer than that of male soldiers, so these two minutes must be used wisely.
My hair was still wet, but I didn't have time to wait for it to dry, so I just put the training cap on my head, half-heartedly.
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 she was 1 year old, Mo Shangyun has been living under such conditions and restrictions. Naturally,
formed a habit.
As soon as the five minutes were up, the instructor outside blew the whistle.
Maybe there are no female instructors around, so male instructors should always be gentler when dealing with them.
For the male students next door, as soon as three minutes are up, the instructors rush in to chase them away, cursing and cursing, but here, they only rush outside and no one dares to come in.
All the students rushed to gather, and then were inspected for three minutes with "harsh" requirements. Many students had their scores crossed out by two points.
After finishing the stroke, several teachers looked at each other and sighed.
——It’s like seeing a ghost, but I can’t find anything wrong with Mo Shangyun.
After the inspection, someone in the queue asked loudly: "Tell the instructor, do we still have to train at night?"
"There are classes in the evening." One teacher replied, and then said to other teachers, "Take them away."
I don't know whether it was because the training was too hard, or because they had no concept of "class", so when they were taken away, apart from being a little confused, a group of people breathed a sigh of relief.
It was still raining outside, and if they were kept wet for another night, they might have to take care of the two ambulances.
At seven o'clock, they were led into a large classroom.
Similar to a school classroom, there are three seats on the left and right rows, and a whole row in the middle, with five seats connected together. As the steps go up, it can probably accommodate about two hundred people.
All the lights are turned on, the light is sufficient, and the field of view is bright. On the front podium 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 for taking a general look around the room.
He is very young, but has a high military rank, two bars and two stars.
He was wearing a camouflage training uniform, no different from a teacher. He didn't wear a training cap, revealing a handsome face. His brows had a gentle look, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. He was not as serious and sharp as other instructors, but this kind of friendly attitude
The attitude should be kept at a certain distance, and should not be too close, which will make people feel distant from him from the heart, and unconsciously lower themselves to look up to him.
Some people are naturally intimidating.
For example, Yan Hanyu, such as Yan Tianxing.
For example, the instructor in front of me.
The moment they saw him, all the students unconsciously stopped their voices. Without saying a word, they all turned their attention to him.
It seems that I have consciously found my position as a "student".
Seeing them all standing at the door, the instructor was slightly startled, then showed a gentle smile to them and said, "My name is Bu Yirong."
After a slight pause, he continued: "It's better to choose a place and write your names in the notebook."
With his order, the students present took action.
However, the moment he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun was the first to stand up.
As the first one, she did not fight for the first row, but chose the fifth row next to the door, and then moved to the seat next to the wall.
This selection method is very conspicuous, just like scumbags competing for the last row of seats, which makes people feel inexplicably embarrassed.
Soon, the rest of the students had chosen their positions.
Students who love learning all choose the first few rows in the middle, and those who are a step behind either go to the back or to both sides.
Ding Jing chose the seat next to Mo Shangyun, while Liang Zhiqiong took a step slower, hesitated again and again, and finally chose to stay away from Ding Jing, silently choosing to follow Tang Shi sitting in the middle.
You Nianyu, Su Bei and Duan Zimu happened to choose the seat in front of Mo Shangjun. The three of them sat neatly and looked like good students.
But when Mo Shangyun was writing his name in his notebook, he suddenly heard Su Bei, who was sitting in front of him, curse secretly, "I'll wipe it."
I don’t know who I’m scolding.
Mo Shangjun didn't pay much attention.
But, vaguely, I felt that Bu Yirong, who was standing in front, glanced this way from time to time, not knowing who he was looking at.
Mo Shangjun felt that he had been affected and felt quite unhappy.
After writing the name, he closed the notebook. Mo Shangyun yawned lazily, then glanced around in boredom, and happened to catch a glimpse of Ding Jing writing the name in his notebook.
Mo Shangjun paused for two seconds, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, then approached Ding Jing a little strangely, and asked: "Can human handwriting be so ugly?"
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
The two characters "Ding Jing" are crooked and cannot be distinguished at all. It is really scary to see.
This trace... Those who didn't know it thought Ding Jing worked in a hospital.
Mo Shangyun did not hide the ridicule on his face at all.
With a "pop" sound, Ding Jing put the signature pen on the table.
Frowning his brows, Ding Jing reminded: "...Boss, this is considered a personal attack."
"Really?" Mo Shangjun couldn't help but laugh. She reminded her kindly, "I advise you to write more neatly, otherwise it will affect your paper score."
Ding Jing was puzzled, "Where do you get the dough points?"
"After teaching, you will take the exam. This is common sense." Mo Shangyun looked like someone who has experienced it before, leaning back lazily and saying, "Under normal circumstances, there are small exams every day, and major exams every three to five. If you fail the exam, you will have points deducted.
.Isn’t it like this in class?”
After a pause, Ding Jing said: "I haven't taken a class, so I don't know."
Mo Shangyun looked at her in surprise and asked, "Is it true or false?"
Twitching her lips, Ding Jing gave her a meaningful look, but didn't answer.
This made Mo Shangyun feel like she was being teased, but she didn't feel angry. She always felt something was weird.
However, I didn't think about it deeply because Bu Yirong's lecture started soon.
At first, Mo Shangjun thought it was about weapons and topography, but as soon as the courseware was opened, Mo Shangjun saw a picture with plants as the background, with a few words written on it - botany.
Mo Shangjun took off his training cap and raised his hand to grab his wet hair to relieve his confusion.
This isn't about...survival in the wild, is it?
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 an eyebrow, Mo Shangyun opened the paper, glanced at it slowly, and found that it was written in Morse code - "Want to help take notes?"
"..."
Ding Jing, who swore he glanced at them accidentally, almost spat blood on them both.
These days, when handing a note in class, you have to use Morse code?
Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and then replied in Morse code - "Simple comradeship?"
She handed the note back.
After a while, Duan Zimu turned around, chuckled at her, and then took away the notebook on her desk.
Mo Shangjun was a little surprised.
However, she didn't really want to attend the lecture, so she let him.
In March last year, at this time, they also had a "class" in the assessment they participated in. At that time, they had to check their notes. It is estimated that this time it will be similar.
"Don't listen to the class?"
Ding Jing, who had just calmed down, glanced at Mo Shangjun strangely.
"If you don't listen, go to sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun lay down. (To be continued)