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"Hey, have you heard that there is a PK of the century at the shooting range? Do you want to go and watch it together?"

After a whole morning of training, the female soldier who finally had a chance to rest waved her hands indifferently, and her reaction was indifferent. It was obvious that she was not interested in this kind of trivial fight between the recruits, which was like playing house.

"It's nothing strange that everyone gets together to have some fun during training. Back then..."

Just as the female soldier was about to start reminiscing and was about to talk endlessly, the female soldier who spoke interrupted her surging desire to talk, "How can this be the same? This PK is a peak showdown between the boss's last disciple and the top recruit. Just decide whether you want to go or not."

"Who is the boss's last disciple? Is he recognized by the boss himself?"

"I don't know. The group chats are scrolling too fast and I can't keep up. I heard that the boss taught people individually for more than an hour."

Everyone knows that their leader doesn't teach insects easily, and the insects he teaches won't be ordinary insects.

The best example is Rachel.

Oh, Heaven and Earth, who is this lucky guy to be favored by their unrivaled leader?

"You naughty boy, why didn't you tell me earlier about such an important matter? Hurry up, why are you still standing there? If you go too late, there won't even be room to stand."

The veteran, whose butt had just touched the bench, stood up quickly, raised his index finger elegantly, threw a ghostly look at the other party, and left the other party with a hurried back.

The female soldier touched the goose bumps on her arms and was shocked by the other party's artificial "naughty" and the extremely greasy and somewhat perverted wink, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

Outside the shooting range.

"The boss's last disciple is actually Mr. Meng Yi."

"Although I admit that Lord Mengyi is very charming and strong, it's not that he is treated differently by the boss. This must have been caused by the matchmaking of the little sweetheart."

"The little sweetheart isn't here, but the boss is still taking care of each other's friends. This can only be called true love. This is a secret favor. Write it down. I'll post it in the group later."

Professional sugar-eating fans can always find sweet candies from all kinds of tricky angles, but the focus of discussion soon returns to the game itself.

"Although, I've seen the Salamander shooting video, and I can only say that it's very risky for you to win."

"That's not necessarily true. Your extraordinary learning ability is obvious to all, not to mention that you have the personal guidance of the boss."

"Shooting requires years of practice. It's hard to master it in such a short time, even if you are gifted."

"Who is talking to such an outstanding male? By the way, does your female master Youchong know who it is?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it's not you, and it won't be me."

"It's a good thing such an outstanding male is a male, otherwise we would all be killed."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't push, don't push, my shoes, are there any bugs seeing my shoes?"

In the swarm of insects as dense as sardines in a can, a humorous request for help was quickly drowned out by the heated discussion.

Brother No Shoes, who was struggling to survive in the insect swarm, failed to find his shoes and lost his beloved shoes again. Hearing these messy discussions, his mood became even more complicated.

Under normal circumstances, Brother Wuxie would definitely be the first to stand up and carry the banner of Baitang CP, taking the lead in knocking their heads against each other and showing his own style.

Their boss's love for his sweetheart has extended to the point that he even takes care of her friends.

Who else!

If this isn't love, then what is love?

Brother Wuxie sighed in distress. He really wanted to automatically delete the scene he saw from the surveillance camera in the morning from his mind, and then pretend that he knew nothing and continued to eat sugar.

But he couldn't forget it.

He was like a civet with a shocking piece of news in his heart, unable to find a suitable teammate to confide in, and he was about to explode.

"Hiss", the shoeless guy was stepped on accurately again, and his handsome face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

Fuck, what do you mean? If you don’t resist, you will just pick on the weak, right?

The shoeless guy was furious. He bent the leg whose socks could no longer be seen, and hopped on one leg, pulling his hair with one hand and his arm with the other, trying his best to squeeze further inward.

Soon he was ruthlessly "slapped" by the crowded waves of insects and hit the glass door made of special material.

The shoeless guy who bumped into someone so hard that he was seeing stars, then he grinned victoriously.

His hair can be messy, his shoes can be lost, but his CP cannot be broken.

Lying on the glass door, the "disabled" but determined Brother No Shoes looked at Admiral Bai Xu and Sir Meng Yi in a difficult challenge mode of opening one eye and closing the other, with both eyes taking turns on duty.

The clothes are neat and decent, close contact is excluded, the lips are not red or swollen, and intense kissing is excluded.

So the boss and Mr. Mengyi were just teaching? Was he overthinking?

The huge rock that was pressing on his chest and almost suffocating him loosened its grip.

But how could they argue when they walked out of the same room in the morning.

The loosened rocks pressed back again.

Brother Wu Xie's thoughts, which had been stuck for a long time, became a knot again.

Inside the shooting range, the noisy background noise was mostly eliminated by special materials, and because of the presence of Admiral Bai Xu, a humanoid refrigerator, the atmosphere inside could be roughly described as tense and quiet.

However, the ones who were excited and nervous were not the contestants, but the female soldiers who were watching the competition.

Looking at Salamander and Su Tang, they were both more relaxed and at ease than the other, and some were even in the mood to drink water and chat.

Then the shooting range presented such a strange scene.

The huge shooting range is dominated by three forces.

Su Tang and Salamander stood on each side, and Admiral Bai Xu stood in the center, diagonally behind them.

Hundreds of female soldiers who had almost no sense of existence were quietly crowded about two meters behind Bai Xu.

It’s not that they didn’t want to get closer to cheer for Lord Mengyi and Shalamander, but they had an inexplicable illusion of being isolated, so they didn’t dare to get too close.

Song Xingcheng clenched his fist and cheered Su Tang on, "Mengyi, come on."

On the other side, Qu Ziyi secretly glanced at Bai Xu, who had a cold expression on his face, and whispered in Salamander's ear, "Although this may attract attention, you should be careful or you might get beaten."

It seemed like a joke, but who would have thought it would come true? Of course, that’s a story for later.

Soon, the tense atmosphere was broken by the atmosphere group seed contestant Rachel, who said, "It hasn't started yet. Are we not late?"

Of course, he wasn't the only one coming.

The female soldiers of the Seventh Legion were already accustomed to seeing Rachel and Daisy appearing together all day long.

But what evil wind blew here, even Doctor Wen, who has always focused on exquisite health preservation and disliked fighting and killing?

Wen Jinshu, who had just received a call from Wan Jiaxu, was obviously in a good mood.

The other party said that he had planted a whole field of sunflowers for him personally, and now the sunflower seeds have sprouted, and he will take him to see them when he comes back.

Although Xiao Xiongzi's pursuit methods are a bit old-fashioned, it's not wrong to take a look.

The corners of his mouth beneath the sunglasses curled up invisibly.

Even though Wen Jinshu couldn't tell which were seedlings and which were weeds in the lush green photo.

But this is not the point.

Wen Jinshu took off his colorful black sunglasses, pinned them on his shirt pocket, raised his eyebrows and smiled, greeting him kindly, "Hey, you're all still alive."

What a rare sentence.

However, the female soldiers who had personally experienced or witnessed the other party's simple and rough treatment methods did not dare to refute.

Wen Jinshu sat down on one of the few stools, crossed his legs elegantly, and glanced at Bai Xu, "I heard that Master Mengyi is your last disciple."