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"Ah, dismantling..." As soon as Instructor Zhang said this, there was a burst of disappointment from below.

"What? Are you not satisfied? Why don't you even disassemble it?" Instructor Zhang glanced at them, and then said.

"No, we are very satisfied." Hearing what the instructor said, the students below were stunned and said in unison.

Although he can't shoot now, at least he can touch a real gun, which is better than nothing.

"Okay, let me demonstrate it to you first." After finishing speaking, Instructor Zhang opened the box directly, and took out a tightly packed pistol from it.

Soon, the instructor had finished the demonstration, and then asked the students to come up and try in order.

"Wow, it's so difficult, it seems to be very simple just looking at the instructor."

"How should I get this tube off?"

"Wow, what are you pretending to be?"

After all, it was the first time for the students to come into contact with real guns. When it was their turn to come up, they had all kinds of questions and strange things. Instructor Zhang was speechless for a while.

"Whoa."

"Huh?" At this moment, there was a sound of crashing parts falling on the table, which attracted Instructor Zhang's attention.

In front of Ye Feng, the pistol that was originally complete has been turned into parts.

And Ye Feng seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him, a little stunned.

"You dismantled this?" Instructor Zhang clearly remembered that Ye Feng had just come up, why was the pistol in front of him dismantled into parts?
Hearing the instructor's question, Ye Feng recovered from his stupor, nodded, and replied: "Yes."

After getting the answer, Instructor Zhang's eyes lit up, and he said, "It's really you, come on, try to assemble these parts."

Although Instructor Zhang couldn't believe that Ye Feng could disassemble the pistol so quickly, after all, even he couldn't do it, but he was still a little curious, so he wanted Ye Feng to try again.

"Okay." Ye Feng did not refuse, but nodded.

Then looking at the parts on the table that he had perfectly disassembled, Ye Feng closed his eyes, and the movements demonstrated by Instructor Zhang just appeared in his mind, and he analyzed them, and then, Ye Feng moved.

His hand was as fast as lightning, and in less than three seconds, a complete pistol appeared in Ye Feng's hand.

"Hiss..." The instructor's actions just now attracted other students, and they all gasped when they saw Ye Feng's results.

"What a fast speed." This is the thought in everyone's mind now.

Ye Feng was also full of surprise when he saw the pistol that was quickly formed under his hands. As soon as he got the pistol in his hand, Ye Feng began to quickly replay the steps of Instructor Zhang in his mind, and quickly analyzed it thoroughly. His strong physical fitness can fully support Ye Feng's brain. Running speed, this also caused the scene where the pistol quickly turned into parts.

Instructor Zhang was also extremely shocked when he saw this scene. He knew better than anyone present that to reach Ye Feng's level, he not only needed to be familiar with the structure of firearms, but also needed strong physical fitness and responsiveness. Any of them may be difficult to reach Ye Feng's level.

"Take it apart again." He took a deep breath and said to Ye Feng again.

This time Ye Feng didn't answer, and started to do it directly.

"It's broken." Ye Feng lightly wiped the pistol with his hand, and immediately, the pistol that he had already assembled turned into a pile of parts again.

"..."

This time, no one was making a sound at the scene, even Instructor Zhang, who was really shocked by Ye Feng's hand.

If there were still people who could do it when it was just assembled, disassembly now is like a myth. With a light hand on the gun, a complete pistol is disassembled into parts.

Of course, if it was the first time, Ye Feng couldn't do this, but after getting familiar with it just now, Ye Feng is completely able to do this quickly.

In fact, outsiders looked like Ye Feng's hand was just touching it lightly, and only a few people knew that Ye Feng's hand speed was too fast, which caused the illusion.

"Good boy." Instructor Zhang didn't know what to say in the end, and after holding back for a long time, he could only choke out this sentence.

Instructor Zhang thought for a while and said to Ye Feng, "Come with me."

Ye Feng nodded, followed instructor Zhang and walked in one direction.

Before that, Instructor Zhang found another person and asked him to help take care of the computer department, and then took Ye Feng to a direction.

"Where are we going?" After walking a certain distance, Ye Feng realized that he had no intention of stopping, so he asked first.

"In front." Hearing Ye Feng's question, Instructor Zhang pointed to a big tree in front and replied.

"Have you ever touched a gun before?" Instructor Zhang asked Ye Feng after coming under the big tree.

"No." Ye Feng replied truthfully.

"No?" Hearing Ye Feng's answer, Instructor Zhang frowned, a little surprised.

Seeing Ye Feng's affirmative expression, Instructor Zhang stared at Ye Feng obsessively. He didn't speak again until Ye Feng got a little impatient waiting.

"Are you interested in being a soldier?"

"Being a soldier?" Ye Feng didn't expect Instructor Zhang to ask such a question, and he was a little surprised.

"That's right, how's it going? Are you interested? Based on your ability to disassemble and assemble firearms that you showed today, I can at least let you join a special company." Instructor Zhang said to Ye Feng persuasively.

Ye Feng was silent for a while, and replied: "I just started college, so I have no plans for the time being."

"Don't rush to refuse, let me tell you, life in the army is very good, and there are many heroic beauties, you should think about it." Hearing Ye Feng's refusal, Instructor Zhang was a little anxious and began to persuade him.

Hearing Instructor Zhang's words, Ye Feng was speechless for a while. He didn't expect that Instructor Zhang turned out to be such an Instructor Zhang.

"Instructor, if you want to talk about girls, do you think there may be more in the army than in universities?" Ye Feng didn't directly refuse, but rolled his eyes and asked.

"This..." Instructor Zhang was asked by dismemberment. He was a little anxious just now, so he said it casually. Now he heard what Ye Feng said, and he realized it.

"Well, you are thinking about it. If you think about it, you can call me at any time. This is my phone number. You should keep it first." Instructor Zhang, who came back to his senses, was also a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he didn't Embarrassing Ye Feng, he just took out a pen from his bag, wrote his phone number and handed it to Ye Feng.

"Okay." This time, Ye Feng didn't refuse, and accepted the phone number, saying that if he made up his mind, he would definitely contact him.