On the first day of school, he was called into the police station, and he was even in danger of being expelled from school, so Fan Wei naturally had to have an inexplicable sense of crisis from the second day of school, and this sense of crisis made him very uncomfortable, after all, this was studying in school, but it was like going to the battlefield, which was really unpleasant.

However, the battlefield is fake, but the military training is real. Starting today, the collective military training for freshmen in high school will officially begin.

After reporting to the class, he, the secretary of the Youth League branch in the class, was not a secretary at all, and he dozed off on the table with nothing to do.

Since he came early, there weren't too many classmates in the classroom, but it didn't take long for it to get noisy. As soon as the bell rang, the beautiful and beautiful teacher Jiang quickly walked into the classroom and began to call the classroom full of people.

The next process was very boring, the roll call was called, some precautions for military training were said, and the class leader divided the class into two groups, and then lined up in the class, and began to go downstairs as majestic as advancing into Dabie Mountain, and came to the square in front of the rostrum densely packed with crowds.

There are a total of 10 classes in this year's freshman class, and because the teaching quality of No. 1 Middle School is very gratifying, I don't know how many students want to squeeze their heads in, and the number of students in this class is naturally large. Except for the special case of the aristocratic class, almost every other class is full of fifty students. And when it comes to the aristocratic class, it will undoubtedly surprise everyone, because this class has seventy students, the classroom is the largest, the number of desks and chairs is also the most, and even the blackboard in front of the podium is one size bigger than other classes.

It's a pity that this big one obviously didn't let the noble class get the respect it deserved, but instead became a place of contempt and disdain for other classes. Because of poor academic performance and the wealth and power of the family, it is not strange for students in the aristocratic class to be discriminated against by all their classmates, so there is often a very strange phenomenon in the school, no matter what competition or competition, as long as there is a competitive project, often the aristocratic class and the civilian class will secretly compete very strongly.

Don't really say it, don't look at these boys who usually don't learn and don't know how to do it, and there are constant conflicts and quarrels in the class, but as long as they are challenged secretly and openly from outside, they will unite like Spartan warriors and unite with the outside world. Fan Wei privately didn't think that this was done by the school on purpose, because only by using this method might there be less disagreement and less infighting in the aristocratic class, so that there would be fewer things.

After all, the reason why the aristocratic class is called the aristocratic class is that the people in it are all descendants of business and political figures, and everyone is a treasure at home, and the school naturally wants to see a serious infighting.

In Fan Wei's cranky thoughts, the school leaders were talking nonsense one by one, saliva was flying, and their eyebrows were dancing, and they were telling a set of official words that made all the students drowsy, which made the freshmen stand for two hours under the scorching heat. This torture is not only mental, but also **.

No, from time to time in the team, the voice of fainting and calling for the teacher sounded, and the leaders on the stage still talked as if ignoring their existence, Fan Wei really doubted that these middle-aged and elderly friends who were so energetic that they were perverted that they were suppressed for too long and couldn't break out, and used all the nonsense on these poor and weak freshmen?

Finally, under the slogan of the principal's thanks to the military uncles of the army, the speech conference composed of several school leaders finally came to an end, and even Fan Wei, a guy with superb martial arts, was already devastated, not to mention the young masters around him who had not practiced martial arts at all and existed like the emperor at home.

It's just that in the midst of everyone's painful complaints, the green military transport vehicles suddenly drove over and stopped in the square. Wu Nan's eyes widened, and he said to Fan Wei, who also had an ugly face next to him, "Good girl, this car ...... It's not for pigs, is it? ”

Fan Wei rolled his eyes at him, pouted his lips and had the urge to flatten this brother-in-law, and said angrily, "Young Master, haven't you watched a war movie?" This kind of car is for people, but it is not as comfortable as a sedan. ”

Wu Nan shouted curiously, it seems that this guy has grown up carefully in the family, and he is really a little ...... Brain-dead.

After the transport vehicles were parked neatly one by one, a group of officers wearing camouflage uniforms walked out of the car, Fan Wei looked at their epaulettes, they didn't seem to be very high, the highest was a second lieutenant, and the others were all senior non-commissioned officers, and they looked like veterans who had served in the army for a long time. In the past, he had heard that the reputation of veterans in the army was not very good, and the word veteran oil was a typical reflection of the characteristics of veterans selling old qualifications and slipping their heads and brains. Of course, not all veterans are oilers, but veterans in the army tend to have rough surnames and short tempers.

In fact, Fan Wei didn't have any opinions and dislike for veterans, for soldiers, of course, they had to be ruthless, if they were all as gentle as scholars, as docile as rabbits, then it is estimated that the country will definitely be doomed.

At this time, the soldiers lined up in a neat line at the second lieutenant's shouts, as if they were about to be reviewed, and counted loudly, and then stood straight. This kind of majestic military prestige was indeed a little shocking to these students who had never seen the world, and the whispers of some envy, some fear, and some surprise gradually increased. For these young people, the green barracks are yearning and unfamiliar, and there is a faint sense of inexplicable trepidation.

In front of him, these veterans were obviously about to become their military training instructors, Fan Wei didn't feel much curiosity, because in his mind, the golden needle gave him a lot of information about the army, if he was the chairman of the Military Commission, he even had dozens of problems that could effectively simplify the current complicated and dull military system. These system designs are all from the future world, and have been designed and researched by countless military talents, so there is no problem with the natural viability of surnames.

With so much military information, Fan Wei naturally didn't feel unfamiliar with soldiers, and at this time, he secretly glanced at Kazuo Nitta, who was staring at those instructors not far away. This person is undoubtedly Wu Shi's enemy and his own enemy.

Although Fan Wei didn't know what conspiracy this guy had to come to Huaxia now, he was sure that there must be something in the Wu family that interested him very much, but Wu Shi didn't say it, he was not an immortal, so he couldn't guess the reason for this. Fortunately, the six sons of Jiang De, except for Wu Wenna, who has basically been removed from the sixth prince, the sons of the other five Jiang De families are all higher than Fan Wei.

This is undoubtedly good news for Fan Wei, at least during the ten days of military training, he doesn't need to see the disgusting faces of Lin Moyu and these bastards.

Under the second lieutenant's order, the assembled instructors finally dispersed, and each instructor walked to one of the class teams, and the division of labor was very clear.

The instructor who walked in front of Fan Wei's aristocratic class was a strong man with a national character face, his eyes were full of military domineering, and he didn't give a good face at all. Why is it called a strong man? Because the muscles on his body are so obvious, he even looms in a camouflage military uniform, and he doesn't know if he is not a master to be messed with.

"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Tinghui, senior non-commissioned officer, from today until the end of the ten-day military training, I will become the military training instructor of your class." The instructor named Wang Tinghui's tone was rough but faintly cold and contemptuous, and it seemed that he didn't have the respect that the strong should give to the students in front of him. "I don't know who you used to be, what your identity was, and what kind of background you have, but from today onwards, please remember that you are just a soldier, an ordinary soldier who can't be in an ordinary way! I will be strict with you not to take any chances. Since you want military training, you have to train some soldiers! Look at all of you, you have weak eyebrows, and you all stand up straight for me! ”

Which of the students in the aristocratic class is not a flamboyant and flamboyant with a head that spins faster than a machine? Seeing Wang Tinghui is commanding tone, the pride from his parents suddenly rose, and he was a little unhappy.

Once you are a soldier, what are you dragging? I'm afraid this is what most of the people in the aristocratic class are thinking at the moment. Fan Wei looked at the unconvinced eyes of the students beside him, and faintly showed a smile.

It seems that this military training is about to become very interesting.