Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

Among all high schools in   B City, Yan Hua can only be regarded as a third-rate, and there is no place to stand out whether it is the strength of the teachers or the family background of the students. Therefore, most of the annual military training activities are allocated to the excavation department stationed in the nearby mountainous area.

  This year, not only did it mobilize one month in advance, the school also listed military training as a prerequisite for enrollment, giving the instructors absolute power to live and kill. Under such harsh conditions, almost all high schools in City B are scrambling to register first, preferring to send students to participate in the competition.

  All these messages have been verified a little-the identity of this group of instructors is definitely not ordinary.

  Since the gaze from a run just now was almost spotted, Qin Qing mixed up in the crowd and condensed her breath, lowering her head as much as possible to avoid visual communication with the other party.

"All of them, sit cross-legged on the spot!" On the flag-raising platform, the instructor stood upright with his back, and the password was passed to every corner of the playground without any amplifying equipment. "Hello classmates, I am your military training for the next month. My assistant instructor, my name is Shi, I will be responsible for the seriousness of your training, and the other three instructors will also supervise from the side..."

  The other three people on the stage were also burly in shape. When each stepped forward to introduce them, Luo Zihang in the stage couldn't help but touch the boy next to him with his knees.

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

  The vigilance that he has honed from the battlefield this month makes him extremely sensitive to his vision, and he can detect the glowing gaze without raising his head.

   "...Hmm." Qin Qing pursed the corners of her lips, and her hands on her knees did not consciously curl up into a ball, and the familiar premonition in her heart became stronger.

  The four people on the stage are just auxiliary instructors, which means that there is another chief instructor who did not show up.

that person……

   Before she thought of that face, the four people on the stage who had introduced themselves suddenly reversed their directions, stood up and saluted with their legs together, and loudly said loudly: "Report, the team has been assembled, please give instructions."

The sudden serious tribute made many people curiously raised their heads, and they saw a very tall figure standing a hundred meters away. The dazzling light of the scorching sun made people’s vision blurred, but they just glanced over. It makes the heart frightened.

The man seemed to carry a layer of ice that had not melted for thousands of years. The army boots under his feet rolled slowly on the runway. Every step seemed to hear the sound of ice cracking, and as the cold approached, the man was wrapped in camouflage. With a perfect inverted triangle figure, the beautiful and unparalleled face under the black hair is also a little bit greeted.

  At that moment, it was like a huge iceberg hitting on the face, and when it was so beautiful that it was shockingly cold, it was too cold to look directly at it.

  Such a strong sense of oppression, even the soldiers who stayed by his side all the year round are sometimes difficult to fight, let alone a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old Maotou children.

  For a time, there was a burst of gasping noises on the playground.

  Luo Zihang also involuntarily held his breath and looked away with difficulty. He inadvertently saw the trembling fists of the young man beside him, and couldn't help but worry: "Aye, are you feeling well?"

  Naturally, he would not attribute the boy’s reaction to fear. After all, the person in front of him is the one who is afraid of both black and white. Others are afraid that she is about the same.

  However, the always calm and calm boy did not respond this time. When everyone couldn't help lowering their heads to avoid the sharp edges, her eyes fell motionless on the man's cold face.

  If the sweat on her back were not too real, she would almost think she had hallucinations from heat stroke.

  He, why is he here?

The military boots made a dull sound on the stone steps, and the man's stalwart figure stood right in front of the flag-raising platform, his gaze patrolling the crowded heads of the audience coldly, and then spit out short words from his thin lips, "My last name" Feng, your chief instructor."

  He did not raise the pitch and used the method of yelling, but because the scene was too quiet, the low and magnetic voice was accurately transmitted into everyone's ears.

  In the hot weather, everyone shivered subconsciously, feeling a bit chilly behind them.

  The instructors standing behind the man exchanged their eyes calmly.

  ‘Boss what’s going on today, this voice is going to drop ice. ’

  ‘I don’t know, it was fine just now. Go out quickly and block a bit. Don't let the boss get angry, or all these students will die here. ’

   They exchanged two sentences tacitly, and several people reached a consensus. The thick-skinned Shi Yuan was plucking up the courage to stand up and send his boss back to rest. As a result, his knees moved and he suddenly heard his boss’s speech again.

   "Yan Hua, the seventh from the bottom of the queue, second to last." The man suddenly began to roll his name blankly, and his voice was colder than just now, and the students in the audience were shocked again.

  The people in Class 7 who happened to be sitting in the seventh row were all worried, and couldn't stop asking them from the sidelines, but no one could figure out why the chief instructor targeted Class 7 directly.

  A few seconds later, in full view, a slender figure in linen casual clothes stood up, and his exquisite facial features and white and transparent skin exposed to the sun caught everyone's eyes.

  The few people in the stands who were still wondering saw this face, they immediately twitched their foreheads, a sense of familiarity came to their hearts, and they almost burst into swearwords on the spot.

   "Name." Ignoring the shocked and inexplicable sights on and off the stage, the man's cold tone did not fluctuate at all.

Faced with such an indifferent face, the young man standing under the stage but a few meters away also had a tight complexion. The lips pressed into a straight line were already slightly pale, but he never said a word.

In the silence, Luo Zihang beside him couldn't help but looked up with some worry, but what he saw was the boy's fist clenched to the white knuckles. Due to excessive squeezing, the joints still made a faint click. Let people glimpse the depressed emotions in his heart at this moment.

   "Name." The man's increasingly cold voice resounded like a ruthless and rigid machine, as if a teenager did not answer, he would keep asking questions. The atmosphere on the scene was dragged into a stalemate by this repressed silence.

  No one dared to step forward and stop at this time, even breathing became cautious, for fear that once the calm broke, the scene would fall apart.

  The young man kept staring at the tall figure like this, her nails stuck in her palms, so that she felt distressed and numb, and even her lips tasted a touch of blood. Then, she closed her eyes gently, and finally gave up resistance.

   "Song Ruye."