Chapter 72: Never Lose Again!

"You ......"

When Yin Chenxi heard this, there was a rare anger in his always cold eyes, which flashed in a flash.

But in an instant, it returned to its usual state of clarity.

Blink of an eye, glaring coldly, the girl who was close at hand, said:

"Su Mohan, you should be worried, when the military training competition is held the day after tomorrow, will you be bullied by the girls from other schools, right?!

After all, you're the worried, sick sister, aren't you?"

"Sick Sister Su?!

I don't know which one it is, the school grass that is known as both civil and military, and the decathlon, the last time I ran the race, I worshiped me, the sick Jiao Su sister's hand?

Hehe......"

When Su Mohan heard this, he immediately ridiculed him.

In the end, I don't forget to hehe, our Yin Xiaocao face.

"Sue, Mo, Han!"

As soon as these words came out, Yin Chenxi's already clear eyebrows and eyes became even colder.

It can only be discovered from his chest at this time, which is lying down violently, that he is already on the verge of the essence of rage at this time.

"Su Mohan, you wait and see, this time, I must make you look good!"

The handsome young man clenched his teeth, and roared word by word, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, then, I'll see!"

The girl who was close at hand plucked her ears casually, and put on an expression of 'dear, you don't have to be so loud, I can hear it', and said with a faint expression.

As he spoke, he bowed slightly at Instructor Zhao on the side, and without waiting for the handsome young man beside him, he reacted, and turned straight to the inside.

Yin Chenxi: "......"

Su Mohan!

You wait for me!

This time, he definitely won't lose again!

The next day, the students who participated in the military training competition, the last event, the cross-country race, were collectively taken to the shooting range for emergency training.

There is no other reason than that this last cross-country race is based on the cross-country race of the army and the military competition, and consists of many sporadic small events.

Among them, it is inevitable that there is such a project, that is-shooting targets.

In this way, the problem arises.

This group of students is just a group of hairy children who have never been exposed to guns!

Shoot or something, will they?

Military instructor, with a wave of his hand:

No, you can learn!

The so-called, sharpening the knife in battle, is not fast and light. Then temporarily give them a small stove before the game, and make up for the evil!

So, today, I brought this group of children to the shooting range, and I came out like this.

"Each of you has ten bullets on hand, practice it yourself!

There is only one, cherish a little fight!

There are only ten bullets per person, and when the fight is over, there will be no more!"

An instructor said.

As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for the students to take care of themselves.

A posture of letting this group of children go free.

Then, he himself carried, including Instructor Zhao, together with the instructors, he found a shady place and sat on the ground.

A few instructors, who had a ride and no match, chatted straight up.

When the students saw this, they were also very happy:

Yes!

Stern and rigid instructors, leave them alone!

It's really not too cool!

Wow Ka Ka ~~

As a result, many students began to have fun.

Of course, most of them are boys.

One of the students, regardless of it, shot at the target, and it was a flurry of shots. With the sound of 'bang bang ~~', his ten bullets were exhausted in just a few seconds.

"Instructor, I'...... I'm out of bullets!"

Xiao Zhengtai, who looked white and tender, looked at his instructor with a sad face.

"Running out of bullets?

You're out of bullets, what's the matter with me?

Do I look like a bullet seller?

Also, is there anything like you just did, ho-ho bullets?

Just now, didn't you already say that everyone has a total of only ten bullets?

It's over, it's gone!

You wiped out all ten bullets in one go, who is to blame?"

His instructor had a sharp look in his eyes, raised his face, and lectured humanely.