Wang Jun didn't know when he fell asleep, and he wasn't even sure if he was dreaming.

He felt himself in a dimly lit aisle, the flickering tubes swimming backwards one after the other, and Wang Jun realized that he was walking forward, staggering, not feeling the pain but realizing that he was seriously injured.

At the end was a large iron door, and in the dim light, Wang Jun couldn't read the handwriting on it, and struggled to get to the front to see what it was, but he couldn't see it clearly. Just then the iron door creaked open, and behind the door were several beds, covered with white cloths, and there were nameplates on the leaking feet.

Wang Jun dreamed of such a scene more than once, his former teammates, killed enemies, and even his boss, the gang boss.

Who is it this time? It was obviously a commonplace scene, but this time, Wang Jun did not want to open it.

Wang Jun stood in place, clearly feeling a chill, emanating from the bed in front of him, Wang Jun wanted to wake up, but no, it seemed that he didn't open it to see who Wang Jun was destined to leave this ghost place.

Wang Jun sighed, and found that he could clearly see the water vapor he exhaled, and the cold feeling went straight to his soul through his body, all of this didn't seem to be a dream, but Wang Jun knew that this was a dream, no matter how real it was, it was just a dream, and it was just a nightmare after countless times, nothing more than recalling the past, but it was just a cigarette when he woke up from a dream.

Wang Jun stepped forward in two steps and saw the names on the nameplate: Lao Zhou, Douzi, Xiucai, Preserved Eggs.

He breathed a sigh of relief at the time, it turned out to be you.

Wang Jun still remembers that it was his first mission, a team of seven, a very regular mission.

Unexpectedly, the last four people were killed, two were missing, and Wang Jun, who had the best luck, was seriously injured and became the last member of the group.

Until now, Wang Jun didn't know what the enemy was, but with a burst of lightning, four living people turned into charcoal, and Wang Jun, who was a long-range sniper, was pushed out by an unknown shock wave and survived.

Wang Jun lifted the white cloth and found that it was not four black charcoal sticks underneath, but Wang Jun's current teammate's big head, long hair, and iron eggs.

Several of them were fatally wounded, shot in the front, and wearing the clothes they had eaten together last time, with their favorite markers pinned to their long hair pockets.

Just as Wang Jun was about to habitually chat, the big head suddenly got up and grabbed his shoulder, looked at Wang Jun with a dull gaze, his lips squirmed up and down mechanically, and hollow voices came from all directions

"Boss, this is not the place for you"

After speaking, he pushed Wang Jun back, I don't know if it was an illusion or what, Wang Jun saw that the three brothers were all smiling, very sad.

Wang Jun rubbed his temples, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette facing the rising sun.

Wang Jun didn't feel scared because he had done too much of this kind of dream and was numb, but because those were people Wang Jun didn't want to lose, and the dream was the only chance to see it again, and Wang Jun even looked forward to meeting his old comrades-in-arms in this way.

After repeating it several times, Wang Jun realized that he often had this kind of dream, and slowly became accustomed to it, occasionally chattering, getting together, and not so lonely.

What makes Wang Jun feel strange is that they seem to have their own thoughts, beyond Wang Jun's memory, and often say something that makes Wang Jun unbelievable, but they just stay in the unbelievable.

Wang Jun has undergone intensive psychological training, and the old sergeant said that dreaming will impose your own consciousness into the world you create, it may be another person, or it may be a thing.

With Miao Miao's green smoke, everything has passed, and Wang Jun will not care, nor can he care.

Wang Jun raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was half past nine, he got up and put on a black sentry uniform, brought a shiny whistle, pretended to clip a book of materials that he didn't know what it was, sorted out the board size, turned over and jumped off the balcony.

Fortunately, there is no little sister.

I haven't seen it for a day and still miss it a little, and the mellow cigarette feels valuable when I smoke it......

Trotting all the way, Wang Jun adjusted his breathing and tried to wake up his body as much as possible. As for the foreign girl in the bedroom, Wang Jun didn't bother to look at it, maybe he would sneak away at some point, and pushing the door was a grenade with a ring, and a letter of confession with affection.

Looking at the magnificent basketball court from afar, Wang Jun found that there were already students shooting and passing the ball here to warm up.

A tall man in a big vest saw Wang Jun and immediately shouted, 'Assemble!' A group of people quickly gathered together from all corners and lined up in a neat line.

Wang Jun is very satisfied, the people he picked are different!

Can't let talents be buried in the ordinary, this is Wang Jun's philosophy all along.

The big vest briefly tidied up the team, and ran towards Wang Jun and stretched out his hand

"You are Teacher Wang, right? I am the captain you chose Lu Biao, I really didn't expect us to participate in such a big competition, thank you teacher for giving us this opportunity! We will definitely do our best to win a good ranking!"

Wang Jun raised his hand to shake him, nodded, and patted him on the shoulder. To be honest, Wang Jun always had the illusion that he had to jump up to reach his shoulder.

"It's okay, it's very simple, and besides, we're not going to get a good place, we're going to come back first, and then I'm going to give you an hour to train, and I'm not going to play in the afternoon, I'm going to watch from the audience, that's all. ”

The students looked confused, although everyone was mentally prepared, and they all knew that they were chasing ducks to the shelves. Although the students have not been training recently, they have been practicing spontaneously after receiving the notice, hoping to show their strength and strive for a place in the competition.

But all of a sudden, the goal is number one, and the training is still an hour, and the coach is not on the court?

Lu Biao couldn't stand it anymore, and his face was full of reluctance.

"Mr. Wang, we also want to take the first place, but this, after all, is a temporary team, even if we can play extraordinarily, there is still a gap in strength, after all, the participants are professional teams of various colleges and universities, and there is no shortage of people who have pre-selected national teams, we will do our best, but ......"

Wang Jun interrupted him with a wave of his hand, raised his hand into a fist above his head, and said to everyone with a little dantian qi

"Teacher Wang assures you that what I say will definitely be done, and you are temporarily selected to participate in the competition, on the one hand, to give newcomers a chance to exercise, and on the other hand, you have the strength! I, Wang Jun, never fight a battle that I am not sure of, nor do I blow a bull's nose for no reason. Students, leave your doubts until after the game, now let's show our own state, do the work in front of us, and play this game well!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of students suddenly lost their worries as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and their faces were full of enthusiasm and confidence.

Wang Jun smiled, just kidding, my professional brainwashing has never failed, which time in the army did not rely on my blind shouting to improve morale, and finally returned with honor?

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