Lazy God Possession

At the corner of Qingyang University, several troop carriers stopped crunching, dozens of soldiers rushed down, quickly lined up and reported.

Xiao Xiaofei came down from the co-pilot of a car, stood on one side, and watched his teammates and his team talk.

If you look carefully, you can see that Xiao Fat walked a little limping, and the last gunshot wound was not completely good.

His face is also slightly pale, if he has not been exercising, his constitution is very good, I am afraid that he is still lying on the bed now.

In fact, chubby is not fat at all, and no one dares to call him chubby except for a few individuals.

His name is Zhao Fengfeng.

别人 In the eyes of others, he is an unsmiling iron soldier, who has experienced life and death, made great achievements, was injured, and shed blood. He is a respectable soldier.

But only he knows that he is also an ordinary young man. Facing this ever-changing world and facing the emerging choices, he will also be confused.

It ’s like now, he does n’t know where he should go?

The last time he hunted Li Tubin, he really realized that he was far behind compared to the top elite. His pride and complacency had long since disappeared.

But at the same time there is endless frustration. If you ca n’t become the best soldier by training so hard, why continue to stay in the barracks?

为了 Just for that sense of belonging?

The leader of the troops of the army talked to him several times, and then said something that made him tremble all over the body: "Fat, you should have a little thought."

Idea? what idea?

After a long time, he realized that what the leader said was that he should be discharged.

This is a question he never thought of, but what can he do if he stays with his current mental state and physical state?

If he really goes through the war of the last time, can he survive again?

Moreover, he is not alone. He also has family and parents. In addition to being loyal to the country, he also has other responsibilities that must be fulfilled.

He has no identity, no background, and stays in the army. Even if he is mixed for a few more years, what is wasted is only precious youth.

Yes, it's time to go.

With glory, with pain, with the blessings of his comrades-in-arms who have not survived, with a secret that cannot be said to die, leave this place where he never seems to be inseparable.

He remembered the call that he had received here before, the call he most admired, Qing Linqiu.

"Little fat, if you want to stay in the army, I can find a way to help you." Qinglin Qiudao, he has the qualification to say this, not to mention that Xiao fat is an outstanding soldier who has made great achievements. He deserves better. "If you want to leave the army and find a good job, I can help you too."

In fact, although Zhao Fengfeng is not as good as Qing Linqiu, he is absolutely elite in the army. Whether he is a sniper in the special police team or elsewhere, with Qing Linqiu's help, there is always a place for him. .

"I don't know, Qing brother ... what do you say I should do?" Zhao Gaofeng was a little confused.

He was born in the ordinary countryside, and then he was in olive green. This colorful world made him a little helpless.

"Your future, you can only think about it yourself." Qinglin Qiudao, "You have my contact information, if you want to understand, tell me."

Then, the army leader found him and said to him, "Fat, give you a task."

"Yes, promise to complete the task!" It was like he was thousands of times before, he stood upright.

有 Any mission? This shows that he is still needed in the organization?

Suddenly, Zhao Fengfeng had a strange sense of heavy mission that was needed.

"You don't need to be so serious. In fact, it's just for you to relax. This time military training at Qingyang University, you have to assemble some instructors from us. You go with the team."

At that moment, Zhao Feng could not say what it was like.

I was a little disappointed and helpless.

He seemed to be a child who was suddenly abandoned.

Then, Zhao Fengfeng came here.

Qingyang University.

"What do you want?" Next, several other leading officers came over, looked at his leg, and asked, "Is the leg okay, can you hold it?"

"Hey, it's okay." Zhao Fengfeng shook his head. Whether in training or performing tasks, all kinds of injuries are inevitable. Let alone walk, even if he runs heavy cross-country, he is not shy.

At least, this iron bone was beaten out. If it wasn't in the army, he's probably still a little **** hanging out on the streets.

"It's okay not to change clothes quickly!" Several others laughed, "Before we have not formally assembled, it is difficult to have some time, quickly change clothes and go out."

This colorful and wonderful world, they have not experienced it for a long time, they are about to lose touch with the world.

After a few officers had finished speaking, one of them was about to leave. One of them turned around, but gave a surprised sigh, and said, "He ... how is he here?"

"Who?" Everyone wondered.

The Qingyang in the afternoon was rarely overcast and windy, and it seemed to be raining.

Tong Nanming wielded a blind stick and slowly walked through a path of Qingyang University, an empty university campus, and a narrow train compartment, which are totally different experiences.

Tong Nanming walked and stopped, waving a blind stick for a while, and making a "click" sound with his mouth, trying to locate the echo.

Because his leave was blocked, Nan Ming was agitated and decided to walk down. He now needs something to help him meditate.

放松 This way of relaxing is indeed very effective. Perhaps it is because it affects the way the brain works, so Nanming doesn't seem to worry about everything.

As Nan walked through a small garden, Nanming stopped and in his "hearing", several people suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You ..." Nan Ming didn't open his eyes, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Are you ... Nanming classmates?" The first person, unconsciously, used honorifics.

Yes or no?

Looks the same, but the temperament ... is completely different, and when did he become blind?

The closer you get, the more you feel the strange pressure, just like facing your superiors. A few of them came at random at first, but after a few steps, when they were in front of Nanming, they were already lined up. Neat.

But they didn't even realize it.

He is the fault of Heika.

Tong Nanming's visual center is now extremely active. Immediately after hearing the sound, a figure appeared.

I was the officer who had brought Cong Cong to the barracks for training.

"It's you. How did you come to Qingyang?" Nan Ming laughed. This feeling was strange when he met in his hometown. "Sorry, I don't know your name yet. Thank you last time."

The last two times, both came and went in a hurry, and Nan Ming didn't have time to ask his name.

"Report! My name is Yang Ji, let's join the military training mission of Qingyang University!" After recognizing the person and confirming the identity of the other party, Yang Ji automatically returned to the original state. Qing Linqiu once told him that Nanming must be polite. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Li Qing's boss must be polite, how dare they be presumptuous?

Then he looked worriedly: "Your eyes ..."

"Ah, I'm fine, but I'm practicing the technique of echolocation." Nan Ming laughed.

"Echo positioning?" Several people looked suspiciously.

Tong Nanming explained a little bit, how many people widened their eyes, and this kind of thing? Too unscientific!

Think about the auxiliary systems that they have to carry in complex terrain during special operations. Should there be such things, shouldn't they let them learn first?

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you." Nan Ming waved the blind stick gently. "You stretch your fingers behind me, I guess a few."

A few people will be skeptical. If the person who said this changed their personal, they will utter nonsense, but if it is Nanming ... I don't know why, but it is very convincing.

Zhao Xiaofeng, Zhao Gaofeng, is an unbelief. He compared the suspect with three fingers, Nan Ming gently swayed the blind stick, and then screamed: "Three."

It's too easy to use a blind stick.

"Two, four, five, two, seven, nine ... thirty-seven ..."

At the end of the day, the four of them had 37 fingers, and Nan Mingdu screamed.

"No, there must be a mirror or camera hidden somewhere." A few people were stunned and completely forgotten that they were not here to play with Nanming's finger guessing game. (Continue to ask for Sanjiang ticket and recommendation ticket ~)