The Soft and Cute Omega Male

A mess of pheromones, Zuo Luohuan went back to the dormitory, washed for a long time before coming out, didn't eat lunch, and went straight to class.

The 1:00 pm class is from the command department. Zuo Luohuan went early and took a seat in the back. She leaned back on the chair with her eyes half-closed, not paying attention to Ji Yuezhi coming in through the back door and walking to the front row. sit down.

Zuo Luohuan didn't open his eyes until the teacher came. There were many students entering and leaving the classroom. No one was late for Jia Hailan's class.

In fact, in the first class, most of the instructors will first talk about the teaching plan for this semester, so that students can be psychologically prepared, unlike Kang Guang, who will play a big game in the first class today.

In his first class, Jia Hailan only briefly talked about the history of the development of conducting. He is over 60 years old, but he is still elegant and gentle. Standing on the podium, he understates those heavy and magnificent histories, which attracts students to the commanding discipline. A course called 'art' gives birth to yearning.

Zuo Luohuan listened carefully, the other party's achievements were too dazzling. Back then, he only led a small group army and the most elite troops of the Gashrow Empire to resist for two whole years before waiting for support. After so many years, that group army has developed into the history of the Federation. One of the most prestigious armies in the world, Jia Hailan retreated bravely and stepped down from the position of commander.

"...Now there are nearly 100 federal armies, large and small, and 15 of them can be included in the Military Commission. The essential quality of every leader in these armies is command. Leaders who don't know how to command may be able to win a few. There is a war, but the group army under his command will not last for five years." Jia Hailan said mildly, "If everyone has similar goals, I hope to learn some command strategies."

In the first class, Jia Hailan made the students in the classroom have a strong interest in commanding this course. Many people have already begun to look forward to the follow-up courses, and the instructors in the combat department let the students leave shadows on the first day. Diametrically opposed.

The one-and-a-half-hour class ended quickly, Zuo Luohuan got up and rushed to the next class, when she found that Ji Yuezhi and herself were in the same direction.

Today's last class is He Yue's "Shooting Methods", plus the "Nature of Command" just now, they have two main courses that overlap. Zuo Luohuan was not surprised. Even if Ji Yuezhi was classified as an Omega, his rank was higher than the others. The same was true of the high-ranking instructors of the First Military Academy. He was also the son of the leader of the group army, and the direction was naturally similar.

The shooting class was outside, and the students gathered at the shooting training ground. Zuo Luohuan was walking unhappily and fell behind Ji Yue. The two walked one after the other. When they approached the training ground, Jiang Hong stuck in diagonally opposite. Come in.

He walked over to Zuo Luohuan and asked with a smirk, "I heard that you were reported."

Zuo Luohuan: "..."

"To be honest, I don't think that group of people are afraid of you enough." Jiang Hong made a serious plan. "When you are strong enough, they will have to consider it when they make such a move."

Zuo Luohuan glanced at him: "Indeed, even you ran away in the morning."

Jiang Hong affirmed: "I'm just in a hurry to go to class. Next time I encounter this kind of thing, I'll definitely give you a change of clothes first."

Zuo Luohuan snorted: "Is there a next time?"

When they arrived at the shooting training ground, He Yue had her hands behind her back, standing in front of a large basket of sniper light guns, waiting for the arrival of the students.

He Yue is a typical Omega. The A grade is not the best, and he is not tall. He is only 1.65 meters tall. A few patches of skin on his face are reddened. Most Omegas are born with pale and greasy skin. Red, but she stood here, silent and straight, and anyone who looked at it knew that this was a real soldier.

The sparsely rushed students arrived at the shooting training ground. After seeing He Yue, they gradually restrained their laughter and conversation, and stood quietly opposite.

Ten minutes before class, when all the students had arrived, He Yue finally spoke, her voice was a little hoarse, like a change caused by damage to her vocal cords: "Today, I will learn how to use a sniper light gun, before learning, five people in a row, one for each person. Gun, ten bullets, and the dynamic target is set a thousand meters away."

There is no self-introduction, no lesson plan, He Yue is the official teaching as soon as he opens his mouth.

The students went to get the sniper rifle one by one, Zuo Luohuan walked over, bent down and reached out to pick up the gun, Ji Yuezhi also stood on the other side and picked up a sniper rifle.

After everyone lined up with a sniper light gun in their hands, He Yue didn't make a sound and still stood silently.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

The Seventeenth Group Army has a top-level weapon development team. Ji Yue recognized it as a YU-93 sniper light gun with a range of up to two kilometers, but the time from its invention to its elimination was only short. Two months short, because this gun is too heavy, weighing 18 kilograms, it is difficult to carry, and it is not universal.

On the other side, Zuo Luohuan lowered her head and held the gun in her hand. She didn't know where the sniper light gun came from, but it didn't prevent her from debugging the familiar data of the gun now.

Fifteen minutes later, He Yuecai asked, "Who doesn't know how to use a gun? You can get out of the queue."

A few people stood up, and He Yue asked the others to line up again. There were exactly 30 people, five people in a row, a total of six rows. Zuo Luohuan was standing on the far right of the third row, and Ji Yuezhi was standing in the second row. left.

"Ready to start." He Yue said.

Five people in the first row stepped forward, knelt on the ground to set up the sniper light gun, and quickly lowered the scope.

He Yue stood on the side and suddenly shouted: "Fight!"

One of the five did not respond, and the others fired ten bullets within minutes.

He Yue looked down at the number of hits of these five people on the light brain. The people who made the shots were not slow to respond, but the accurate heads were almost equal to none, and some people even missed a shot.

"Substitute and continue."

The second row also stepped forward, and after they fired ten bullets, the back row continued to fill up their seats. After the end of the round, He Yue announced the number of hit rings of everyone on the light brain.

Basically, it is equal to the destruction of the entire army. Only Zuo Luohuan has the highest hit rate, with six hits out of ten, with 50 rings, followed by Ji Yue, with five hits out of ten and 50 rings.

He Yue glanced at Ji Yuezhi and asked, "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" The first round was empty, the second round was 10, and he finished ten rounds in this order.

Hearing this, Zuo Luohuan remembered Ji Yuezhi's icy past for some reason, ignored the discomfort in his head for a while, and smiled inexplicably in his heart.

Ji Yuezhi is a very strange person, sometimes she thinks that he is noble and indifferent, and Guan Cheng Ji Xixiu's calculations are deep, but she occasionally has the illusion that the other party is childish.

When He Yue spoke, the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of shooting could be heard from the shooting training ground next door.

"Just debugging." Ji Yuezhi replied.

He Yue nodded and didn't bother with him anymore.

"YU-93 sniper light gun was eliminated after staying in the army for two months. I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it." He Yue took out the last sniper light gun from the basket, "Today's first touch it."

Like all the military cadets, she knelt down to set up her seat, silently debugged, and fired ten bullets a few minutes later.

Zuo Luohuan looked at He Yue's hand on the trigger, there was a new scar on the back of the hand, she knew only what caused it.

That night, the SL-9 light gun shattered the place where He Yue was. The wound was probably scratched instantly by something blown up, and the hole was not shallow.

He Yue, who was lying on the ground, had already stood up: "Even if the shortcomings are so big that a sniper light gun can only survive in the army for two months, it is still a gun."

The light on the brain shows that He Yue's score just now: 10 rounds and 10 middles, 90 rings.

The military academy students looked at the terrible hit rate on their brains, and their eyes changed a bit when they looked at He Yue. Knowing that she was amazing, and seeing it with their own eyes was another matter.

Zuo Luohuan stood in the third row, looking down at the gun in her hand quietly, but her back suddenly became cold. If she hadn't turned around and shot the gun with the SL-9 that night, she would never have been able to leave the armament database building.

He Yue is very strong, she seems to be born for guns.

As an instructor, He Yue didn't say a word of nonsense. She began to disassemble the gun in front of the military cadets, explained it slowly, and then let the students who had shot it disassemble it by themselves. She turned to teach the students who couldn't shoot.

An hour later, when the get out of class was about to end, He Yue let Ji Yuezhi and Zuo Luohuan go out.

"Give you ten more rounds, the same target."

Obviously, He Yue wants to see the two compare once. Among the military cadets, they are very talented.

This time, the two were lying on the ground, the distance between them was only one meter. Zuo Luohuan looked sideways at Ji Yuezhi, who was adjusting the scope. Under the sun, the overly fair hands were playing with the black guns, inexplicably giving birth to some gorgeousness.

He was probably overwhelmed by the pile of pheromones in the morning. Zuo Luohuan noticed the thoughts in his heart just now, so he couldn't help frowning and focused on the gun again.

The two of them were all ready, and as soon as He Yue started talking, there were rapid gunshots on the shooting training ground. If you listen carefully, you will find that the twenty gunshots are almost synchronized to ten.

"Amazing." Jiang Hong couldn't help shouting when he looked at the number of rings instantly displayed on his brain.

Both of them were shot seven bullets, Ji Yuezhi 68, Zuo Luohuan 60. Not as good as He Yue, but among the students, it was the first time to hold such a gun, and the grades were definitely not bad.

He Yue glanced back and forth between them. Ji Yuezhi was very talented in shooting, but her eyes stayed on Zuo Luohuan for a few more seconds. Out of the gunner's intuition, this student was a little strange.

"get out of class." He Yue retracted her gaze and said.

Ji Yuezhi got up from the dry grass, put the gun back in the basket, bent down and patted the dead grass stuck to his body one by one.

The instructor put away the light brain, Ji Yuezhi lowered his eyes and thought, just now there were only the two of them's names side by side, and it was a pity that there was no time to record it.

"Ji Yuezhi." Zuo Luohuan suddenly stopped him.

Ji Yuezhi pursed his lips, then turned around and looked at her as usual.

Zuo Luohuan stretched out a hand as if to hug him, Ji Yuezhi's eyelashes blinked extremely quickly, but she saw her hand wrapping around his waist, passing it very lightly, and then retracting it.

"There is a root of hay." Zuo Luohuan showed the grass clippings in his hand. If he didn't say hello just now and rashly stretched out his hand, people like them would only turn around and attack the people behind him in an instant.

She was not interested in being beaten.

"…thanks."

Zuo Luohuan threw away the hay in his hand and looked at Ji Yuezhi's back as he walked faster and faster. He was a little confused: Are you unhappy?

He felt ashamed because she helped take the hay?

Zuo Luohuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but in the end he didn't think any more and went back with Jiang Hong.

…

This week the sophomore cadets are experiencing the different teaching styles of the instructors, and this year the instructor of a course in the Information Department suddenly assigned a special assignment to the students.

- List the timetables of the top 50 military cadets in the Red List.

As soon as this assignment was arranged, it immediately caused a sensation in the anonymous forum.

fifty? Everyone's timetable is different, and they have to collect and complete it in one night, and the task must be arduous.

While the students of the information department were crying, more people were eagerly waiting for the result, and some people asked: [Top 50 on the red list, does Senior Ji count? 】

[Don't count, Ji Yuezhi has not yet challenged the Red List, and the Red List does not have his name, but we pass it on privately. 】

In the case of endless debate, someone finally initiated a vote, and the results showed that 90% of the people wanted the information department students to list Ji Yuezhi's class schedule by the way.

At this moment, no one knows what they will see tomorrow.