"If you don't understand, think slowly, I'm too lazy to talk to you, and, in the past two days, you have been in the dormitory to reflect, you are not allowed to go anywhere, when you figure it out, when will you come out again."

The old cannon wanted to let him hide, don't let Miao Lian see him, lest it get bigger and bigger, and after a few days, Miao Lian was discouraged, and the matter would pass.

"Why, I'm going to have to compete in the martial arts tryouts tomorrow." Lei Yan said aggrievedly.

"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? You don't need to be involved in the competition, you know? The old cannon couldn't wait to go up and slap him.

"Oh!" Lei Yan saw that the squad leader was also angry, so he didn't dare to say anything, so he honestly went back to the bed and lay down, but he still didn't figure out what he had done wrong.

This night, Lei Yan had insomnia, and the company commander, who had always taken good care of him, was angry, and even the old artillery squad leader was so angry.

It all started because of him.

But what did you do wrong? Just because you want to compete in a fighting match? Not really!

For the whole night, Lei Yan didn't understand why he couldn't go to the fighting group.

Early the next morning, the comrades-in-arms rushed to the training ground excitedly, ready to show their skills one by one.

Only Lei Yan was locked up in the dormitory building by the old cannon and was not allowed to go out, and he was not needed anyway, so he simply stayed in the dormitory to sleep, so as not to go out and cause trouble.

Lei Yan stayed in the dormitory all day, it wasn't good at first, and he felt bored after a long time.

Later, I felt aggrieved, especially when I heard the cheers from the window, I didn't know who got the quota, and I yelled and screamed happily.

Everyone was trying to get a few spots, and he was sleeping in his bed, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

This feeling of isolation made Lei Yan feel uncomfortable in his heart.

Finally stayed up until the evening, and the comrades-in-arms returned to the dormitory one after another.

Everyone was talking about today's selection, and Lei Yan couldn't interject when he listened to it.

And he found that everyone was distancing themselves from him, consciously or unconsciously.

They say hello to each other when they come back on weekdays, but today it's like they've discussed it, and no one pays attention to him.

"That Lin Dapeng in the second row shot well, a 1,000-meter target, nine out of ten bullets were hit, this score is estimated that no one can surpass him, and the quota for the shooting subject has been decided."

The squad deputy sat in a chair and chatted with the old gun.

"Almost, the weather is bad today, it's rare to be able to play like this." Lao Pao is also optimistic about that Lin Dapeng.

Lei Yan on the side listened to it sincerely, and couldn't help but interject: "This kind of achievement can't compete with Chu Xiong." ”

"Cut!" The squad deputy sneered disdainfully, "Some people are okay, but unfortunately they only have themselves in their eyes, what's the use of shooting well!" ”

"Don't say that, people are very good at fighting, you can take the first place!" There is someone next to him.

"No, I thought I was a decathlon champion." Someone else spoke.

"If we lose this time, it is estimated that even the elder will not be able to raise his head in his life, maybe he will be professional directly." Xiwa sighed.

"What are you talking about? People don't care! The deputy sneered and glanced at Lei Yan.

Lei Yan is not a fool, he can tell the difference between good and bad words.

Hearing that everyone was targeting him, he felt uncomfortable and depressed, sighed softly, got up and left the dormitory.

Looking at Lei Yan's lonely back, Xiwa was a little unbearable, and chased him out while everyone was not paying attention.

The depressed Lei Yan came to the martial arts training ground in despair, beat the sandbags wildly, and vented the grievances in his heart.

The fist is hammered on the sandbag, and the fist is worn out and I don't care.

The pain irritates the insane nerves of Lei Yan.

Until blood stains the sandbags red, until exhaustion.

Lei Yan slowly slid to the ground holding the sandbag, panting heavily, and the sweat on his forehead dripped onto the back of his hand.

"Done venting?" Xiwa's voice sounded behind her.

"What are you doing here?" Lei Yan had a cold face, looking like he was thousands of miles away.

"I can't sleep, come out for a walk."

Xiwa sat down next to Lei Yan, glanced at the bleeding fist, and took out a bottle of red potion and threw it at him.

"Disinfection, beware of infection."

"Don't worry about it!" Lei Yan had a cold face, but still picked up the potion.

After a moment of silence, Xiwa spoke, "I have a question for you." ”

"Say!"

"We have more than 100 people, why did the company commander hand over the sniper rifle to you, why did Chen Pai give you a small stove alone, why didn't I have this treatment?"

Xiwa asked three questions in a row, and Lei Yan, who asked them, was at a loss, and was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"Can't answer? Then let me change the question, what is the purpose of the company commander training you to be a sniper? ”

In Lei Yan's impression, Xiwa had never been so serious, but he really hadn't thought about this problem.

"You don't know? Then let me tell you, that's so that you can stand up and defend the honor of the reconnaissance company at a critical moment, the honor of the night tiger is spelled out by the seniors, and it can't be destroyed in the hands of our group of people, do you understand? ”

"It may be just a game for you, but for the company commander, this is dignity, you can afford to lose, and the reconnaissance company can't afford to lose."

In normal times, I wouldn't believe that Xiwa could say these words, but today, he did teach Lei Yan a hard lesson.

This night, Lei Yan did not return to the dormitory, but lay down in the training ground all night.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next day that he returned to his bed in despair.

He didn't wash his face or eat, Xiwa's words kept echoing in his head, and he seemed to understand something and realize his problem.

The comrades-in-arms went to the training ground early to make final preparations for tomorrow's confrontation.

Lei Yan lay in the dormitory for a day like a walking corpse, didn't go out or get up, and no one paid attention to him, as if the whole world had forgotten him.

In the evening, the fighters dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory, and after washing, they talked about the results of the selection.

Although Lei Yan closed his eyes, he did not fall asleep, and he heard clearly.

When they learned that Chen Pai and Lin Dapeng would represent the reconnaissance company in the shooting class, they chuckled in their hearts for no reason.

Lin Dapeng is definitely not Chu Xiong's opponent, Chen Pai may still have the strength to fight, but he is also not sure, and there is a great possibility of failure.

Lei Yan couldn't help but worry, worried that the reconnaissance company would lose.

The idea popped up so suddenly that he didn't even notice it.

He has begun to worry about the company, which shows that his thinking and ideas are subtly changing.

I was thinking not only about myself, but also about the honor and disgrace of the whole collective.

Company office.

"How's that kid?" Miao Lian asked the old cannon who had just come in to deliver the documents.

"I reflected in the dormitory, I haven't been out for two days." The old cannon reported truthfully.

"Did you say anything?" Miao Lian put so much effort into cultivating Lei Yan, and he didn't want to give up so easily.

"No, like a dead man, I haven't even eaten." Speaking of this, Lao Pao thought about it and said, "Do you want to talk to him?" ”

Miao Lian hesitated, "There are some things that he needs to figure out by himself. ”