Chapter 151

Among all the high schools in city B, Yan Hua is only a third rate. There is no place to challenge in terms of teachers or students' family background. Therefore, most of the military training activities are assigned to the excavation department and team stationed in the nearby mountainous area every year. It's easy for everyone to fool around.

But this year, the school not only mobilized one month in advance, but also listed general training as a necessary condition for admission, giving instructors absolute power of life and death. Under such harsh conditions, almost all high schools in city B are scrambling to sign up first. They would rather lose face than send students to participate.

All this information has verified one point - the identity of these instructors is definitely not ordinary.

Qin Qing had been mixed in the crowd since she was almost found running just now. She restrained her breath and tried to keep her head down to avoid eye contact with each other.

"Everyone, sit cross legged!" on the flag raising platform, the instructor stood upright with his back hands, and the password was sent to every corner of the playground without any public address equipment. "Hello, students, I am your auxiliary instructor in the next month's military training. My surname is Shi. I will be responsible for the seriousness of your training, and the other three instructors will also supervise..."

The other three people on the stage were also burly. When they stood forward to introduce themselves, Luo Zihang couldn't help touching the boy around him with his knees.

"Do you think there are a pair of eyes staring at us?" he lowered his head and moved his lips. His voice came out from his teeth, but his muscles couldn't help tightening a little.

This month's vigilance honed from the battlefield made him particularly sensitive to his sight. He could detect the eyes without looking up.

"... HMM." Qin Qing pursed her lips, and her hands on her knees curled up unconsciously. The feeling of familiarity in her heart became stronger and stronger.

The four people on the stage were only assistant instructors, that is to say, there was another chief instructor who didn't show up.

That man

Before she remembered the face, the four people who had introduced themselves on the stage suddenly turned their direction, their legs together, stood at attention and saluted, and said loudly: "report, the team has assembled, please give instructions."

The sudden solemn salute made many people look up curiously. When they came into their eyes, they saw an extremely tall figure standing 100 meters away. The glare of the scorching sun blurred people's vision, but just looking at the past made people feel frightened.

The man seemed to have a layer of ice that would not melt for thousands of years. The military boots under his feet rolled slowly on the runway. It seemed that the sound of ice fragmentation could be heard at every step. As the cold approached, the man wrapped in camouflage clothes had a perfect inverted triangle shape, and his beautiful face under black hair also came into sight.

At that moment, it was like a huge iceberg coming face to face. When it was breathtaking, it was too cold to look directly at it.

Such a strong sense of oppression is sometimes difficult to resist even the soldiers who stay around him all year round, not to mention a group of 17-year-old hairy children.

For a time, there was a sound of pumping on the playground one after another.

Luo Zihang also held his breath involuntarily and looked away with difficulty. Inadvertently, he saw the young man's fist trembling nearby. He couldn't help worrying: "ah ye, are you uncomfortable?"

Naturally, he would not attribute the teenager's reaction to fear. After all, the person in front of him is the Lord who is afraid of both black and white. Others are almost afraid of her

However, the calm teenager did not respond this time. When everyone couldn't help lowering their heads to avoid the edge, her eyes fell on the man's cold face.

If the sweat on her back was not too real, she almost thought she had an illusion of heatstroke.

Why is he here?

The military boots made a dull sound on the stone steps. The man's great body stood right in front of the flag raising platform. His eyes coldly patrolled the people gathered in the audience, and then spit out short words from his thin lips, "my surname is Feng, your chief instructor."

He didn't raise his tone and used the way of roaring, but because the scene was too quiet, the low and magnetic voice was accurately transmitted to everyone's ears.

In the hot weather, everyone trembled subconsciously and felt a little chilly behind them.

Several instructors standing behind the man quietly exchanged their eyes with each other.

"What's the matter with the boss today? The sound is going to drop ice residue."

"I don't know. I was fine just now. Go out and stand in the way. Don't let the boss get angry, or this group of students will die here. "

After a tacit exchange of two sentences, several people reached a consensus. The thick skinned Shi Yuanzheng summoned up the courage to stand up and send his boss back to rest. As a result, his knee just moved, lengbuding heard his boss speak again.

"Yan Hua, the seventh row of the queue, the second from the bottom, get out of the line." the man suddenly began to call the roll without expression. His voice was colder and frightening than just now, and the whole audience was excited again.

The people of class 7 sitting in the seventh row were worried one by one. They couldn't stop asking with Yu Guang, but no one could figure out why the chief instructor would directly target class 7.

A few seconds later, in full view of the public, a slender figure in linen casual clothes stood up, exposed to the sun, and the exquisite and handsome facial features and white and transparent skin attracted the attention of the public.

As soon as several people who were still wondering in the stands saw this face, they immediately drew their heads, a sense of familiarity rushed into their hearts, and almost burst into foul language on the spot.

"Name." ignoring the shocked and inexplicable sight on and off the stage, the man's cold tone didn't fluctuate at all.

Facing such an indifferent face, the teenagers standing under the stage only a few meters away also have a tight complexion. Their lips, pursed in a straight line, have been slightly white, but they have never said a word.

In silence, Luo Zihang on his side could not help looking up with some worry. What he saw was the young man's fist clenched to the slightly white knuckles. Due to excessive extrusion, the joints still made a faint click sound, allowing people to see his depressed mood at the moment.

"Name." the colder and colder voice of the man sounded like a ruthless and rigid machine. It seemed that if the boy didn't answer, he would keep asking. The atmosphere of the scene was gradually dragged into the stalemate by this repressed silence.

No one dares to stop at this time. Even breathing becomes cautious, for fear that once the calm is broken, the scene will fall apart.

In this way, the teenager has been watching the tall figure. Her fingernails are embedded in her palms. She feels numb. Even her lips taste a touch of blood. Then she gently closes her eyes and finally gives up resistance.

"Song ruye."