The Great God of the World

Chapter 142 Is So Chic (Part [-])
"One piece of R1895, one piece of P18C, one piece of P1911, one piece of AWM, one piece of 98K, plus a homemade grenade."

When the instructor spoke, his voice trembled.

The entire modification room was even more quiet, and everyone panicked.

The same sentence emerged from the bottom of everyone's heart, "What the fuck, I was hallucinating just now, right?"

However, the instructor's next words directly tyrannized everyone's self-confidence into scum!
"Pistol R1895, accurate calibration." The instructor didn't care.

"Pistol P18C, accurate calibration." The instructor was slightly surprised.

"Pistol P1911, accurate calibration." The instructor touched the sweat on his forehead.

"AWM, calibration...very precise." The instructor started to stutter a little.

"98K, the calibration is very, very accurate!" The instructor's eyes burst out, startled by the brilliance of heaven and man, and shouted excitedly.

"Uh, self-made grenade, fine workmanship, it's a masterpiece." The instructor was completely impressed by Yu Feng's work, and directly threw out a sentence, "Yu Feng, 600 points for gun modification!"

The whole place was silent!

Then, the instructor suddenly remembered when, and added: "All the previous marks will be halved."

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar.

"Score, half off?"

"why?"

A group of soldier kings were completely dumbfounded.

Pointing to the 3 pistols, 2 sniper rifles, and a grenade on Yu Feng's desk, the instructor said seriously.

"Don't talk about accuracy, just the quantity, Yu Feng is three times more than you! Not to mention, he also modified two extremely difficult sniper rifles. Therefore, I decided that the perfect score in this group will be based on his level. All other people's previous scores will be halved."

A group of all soldiers kings, the scores of most of them dropped below 200 for a while.

After leaving the modification room, everyone's faces were frighteningly pale.Without any discussion, he ran directly back to the dormitory.

Several members of the Shangjing team also returned to the basement one after another.Seeing Yu Fengzheng leisurely lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, Zhou Bing and the others became restless.

"Brother Feng, do you know how many points you scored in the firearm modification test?"

Yu Feng didn't care, "600?"

Zhou Bing nodded heavily.

Yu Feng responded softly with "Oh".

Seeing Yu Feng's natural expression, Zhou Bing had the urge to commit suicide.

"Oh my god, why are there such cheating people in the world?"

Lu Fei continued with a miserable face: "God, since you already have Yu Feng, why did you send me down to earth? I'm so tired of being abused!"

Xiao Ziteng didn't understand what Lu Fei meant. He looked at Zhao Wukong suspiciously and asked, "What's the matter? In the gun competition, the master can still abuse you?"

Zhao Wukong raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, "Xiaozi, you should be glad that you didn't get into a group with Master!"

Xiao Ziteng: "Ah? What do you mean?"

Zhao Wukong looked up to the sky and sighed: "Because in the competition with the master, not only do you have to worry about how many points you can get, but you also have to worry about whether the final score will be halved!"

"What?" Wei Sinan couldn't help being a little curious when he heard this: "What does it mean to halve the score?"

Wu Tianhao thought of his 156 points, and looked desperate: "It means that the instructor has already scored you 312 points, but in the end it became 156 points."

Wei Sinan looked at Xiao Ziteng in disbelief, and the two cursed in unison, "Mist grass! Can you still play like this?"

Zhou Bing remembered that he already had few points for listening to the sound of distinguishing guns in the morning, and now his score for gun modification has also been halved...

Based on this calculation, he might be at the bottom of the team with today's points, and he immediately felt a sense of crisis that he was about to be eliminated.

Thinking of this, Zhou Bing crawled to the edge of Yu Feng's bed, and asked solemnly: "Master, do you need a bed warmer? I am delicate and soft and easy to push down. I can play both Lolita and Yujie. With 20 years of research experience in country R action films, he is proficient in 108 poses, you can choose any of them!"

Yu Feng was disgusted by Zhou Bing, and kicked Zhou Bing aside with a smile, "Get lost!"

Zhou Bing persistently lay down on the edge of the bed, and yelled tragically: "Master, as long as you give me a hand, Xiao Bingbing will be yours from now on."

Yu Feng was amused by Zhou Bing, gave the others a wink, and said with a smile: "This guy is so disgusting, what do you think should be done?"

The five Wei Sinan looked at each other and smiled, raised their fists, and said in unison: "Bian Zhi."

Ten minutes later, Zhou Bing, who had a sore back and sore back, asked the sky with tears in his eyes, "It's so damn hard to be caught by the unspoken rules, damn it!"

The few people fought for a while, and when they saw the meal time, they booed and asked Yu Feng to treat him.
Yu Feng was also in a good mood, and led everyone out of the dormitory.

As soon as I left the door of the dormitory, I saw a group of people talking loudly around the door of the building.

"Look, today's list has come out."

"Who is number one?"

"Du Lingxiao, damn it, it's Du Lingxiao from the third group."

"Sure enough, it's Du Tianwang again! He was number one in our Northern Military Region last year!"

"Hey, No.2 was the second in last year's ranking, Cao Kun."

"That's not right! There is a pervert named Yu Feng in our group this time. He got full marks in all firearms subjects. Why isn't he the first and second?"

Hearing this, Wei Sinan and the others hurried to the downstairs of the dormitory and looked up.

On the huge electronic screen, there were rows of red letters clearly written.

Tianbang points ranking:

No.1: Du Lingxiao 600 points

No.2: Lu Kun 600 points

No.3: Xie Xiaoyou 600 points

No.4: Cao Shuai 600 points

No.5: Yu Feng with 600 points

Wei Sinan looked down the list line by line, and couldn't help scolding his mother directly: "Sister Cao, I thought only my master was a pervert. I didn't expect that this year's geniuses would also gather together!"

Zhou Bing was a little dissatisfied: "They all have the same score, why should Master rank last?"

At this time, a soldier king who had participated in the gun competition with Zhou Bing and others explained in a timely manner.

"Although the points are the same, last year's team points, you Shang Jing's army was at the bottom, so it's normal to rank like this."

Zhao Wukong's petulant temper exploded on the spot after hearing it, and he was about to start a fight with someone while waving his fist, but was stopped by Wei Sinan.

"Leave me alone!"

Although Wei Sinan usually fights with his brothers, he is not used to it.

But after all, Wei Sinan's military rank is several times higher than the others, so it is still very useful to shout out at critical moments.

Although Zhao Wukong stopped, his anger did not dissipate. He pointed at the soldier who spoke just now, "Made, today is your luck. Don't let me see you next time. Otherwise, I will hit you every time I see you."

Wei Sinan shook his hand and slapped Zhao Wukong on the back of the head.

Snapped!
"Ma De, what I said is farting, right? If you make trouble during the competition, half of the points will be deducted for the light ones, and the qualifications for the severe ones will be directly disqualified. You have been here for a few years, you don't know!"

After Zhao Wukong heard this, he shut up resentfully, and turned his face to the side.

Several other members of the Shangjing team were also very angry, but fortunately, everyone knew how to restrain themselves.

The crowd of onlookers, who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, pointed at Wei Sinan and the others with disdain on their faces.

"Made, you just got full marks for the firearms, and you think you're really cheating? It's funny!"

"It's understandable. For a team like Shang Jing who is used to being at the bottom of the class, it's already quite remarkable to get full marks in a single subject."

"Hehe, it looks like people from the countryside have entered the city, and they have never seen anything in the world. Don't you know that firearms are the most difficult subjects? If they really went to the battlefield, who the hell would survive by dismantling guns?"

"Haha, as long as you know it. If you say it so clearly, the brothers from the Shangjing team will not be able to step down."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd at the door of the dormitory burst into laughter.

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(End of this chapter)