?That night.

You took a good night's sleep in that weird but soft big bed after throwing a bunch of weird sex toys out the door with a happy mood.

You ask Aruba?Of course he and his pillow slept by the door too.

Aruba isn't all for nothing, though.You went back to base with Aruba the next day and agreed to officially sign a contract.

According to the content of the contract, Aruba got a month to prove that he is your best choice in this world.And in this month, you will (try to) be a perfect girlfriend, support him and assist him, and use your strength to build his goals.

As for your mission, it's neither difficult nor easy.That is to be a general.

This task is a little tricky.

For this contract, you are the general, and Aruba is the emperor. You are responsible for the training of the special forces in the country where you are now. A total of 1000 people.Not only must they shine as soldiers, but they must also have certain leadership skills to lead their subordinates in the future.

Outside of missions, you are the 'general' of Aruba.He is like a soldier whose life is under your control.

Without much hesitation, you read the contract and signed your name after confirming that it was correct.

During the period of negotiating with you and assigning tasks, he has always had a stern expression, fast speaking, and cadence, which makes you a little bit unable to change for a while.

Is this guy Aruba who was lying outside the door last night?

However, this kind of Aruba makes you feel very familiar.It's also quick and easy to get along with.

After assigning work, Aruba just glanced at the clock and waved to you: "You can report to the underground training camp."

"Yeah." You turned around and made a gesture to leave.

"Wait a minute." Your hand was held, and you turned around in confusion.

fog grass.

Who is this man with a warm smile on the background of a spring flower garden?

"The next three to ten minutes is our time to fall in love." Aruba looked at you with this smiling face that made you a little confused.

"...but I'm going to report to the underground training camp."

"It doesn't matter if that kind of thing is half an hour late."

Indeed, it is stated in your love contract that you must have at least half an hour of private time every day.

You were placed on the couch by Aruba, sitting a little stiffly.You haven't been in a relationship yet, so you don't know what to do, and it's a little embarrassing.Do you want to stare at each other stupidly for half an hour?

In fact, you are worrying too much.As a boss, Aruba acts vigorously and decisively. As a boyfriend, he is like another person, humorous and always smiling.I started talking with you about some newly invented small technologies related to the base, talked about national political affairs, and then talked about the geography and cultural customs of the nearby ethnic groups. This half hour passed much faster than you imagined, and you still haven’t felt Whatever you talked about, the time is over.

Ten seconds before 10 minutes, Aruba said that we can't talk any more to delay the work of both parties, and then the gentleman opened the door for you.The instant the door closes, you glance at Aruba and the wall clock hanging behind him, it's exactly the hour.Aruba also withdrew his full smile in an instant, sat back in his seat and started working.

Aruba seems to have a calculator in his head.You think he watches the clock just to check whether the clock is running accurately.

And there is... Aruba's love and business... the division is really open ==.

The underground training camp, as the name suggests, is underground.The training camp site is very large, with several floors, including various environmental simulation rooms and other equipment.After you reported, the relevant technician explained the operation to you one by one, and gave you a "recommended coaching plan".You flipped through it roughly, and roughly planned what the soldiers would do every day.But the more you turn back, the more you feel that the plan is written very sharply.

"Who wrote this?" you ask.

"I'm right here." The mechanic was very respectful to you, and nodded slightly while answering.He brought a frameless plain mirror and looked very elegant: "My name is Prometheus (everyone is used to the author's name), and I am mainly responsible for the assistance and maintenance of the venue. In the next month, I will For your order."

"How many people are there in the training camp?"

"It's just us for the time being. The soldiers will arrive at Mausoleum City at four o'clock tomorrow, and there will be 1002 people by then. All meals will be delivered by pipeline. For this month, the soldiers will be isolated from the outside world."

"Are you isolated from the world too?"

"It's the same below."

"This plan is very detailed, you are very smart." You did not hold back your praise.

If you look at it simply, it is indeed just an ordinary training material.In order to make reasonable use of resources, these 1000 people are mostly trained separately in different rooms.But to your surprise, his grouping is slightly different every day.

Under the thin planning book is a thick stack of documents, which records the information of all soldiers.From basic values ​​such as height and weight to lung capacity, force measurement level, etc., it is extremely detailed.

And, somewhat frighteningly, his groupings make perfect sense.It seems that everyone's data has been taken into account.

For example, on the first day of a rock climbing + field survival group, he should have estimated from the data how many people may be injured or their physical strength has dropped significantly, and they will be assigned to mental activities in the grouping on the second day in the group.Those with good physical fitness will continue to carry out training that is biased towards physical strength.

A month of screening down.Everyone has a different training plan, with different emphases.Maximize the advantages of all.

This is not a simple plan that can be written out. It requires a lot of complicated calculations and precise predictions.

The young man in front of him is not amazing, so he is also a guy with a high IQ.

"Miss Jinzi is free to change the plan if she has any doubts." Prometheus seemed to be a very humble person.He is not very tall for a man, around 175.But when he speaks to you, he always has a somewhat alienated respect.

"This should be a plan you are very satisfied with." You raised the plan in your hand: "Aren't you afraid that it will be changed by me?"

"Of course not." He said with a low eyebrow.

"why?"

"Mr. Aruba told you to respect Miss Jinzi."

really.

You shoved the plan into his hand: "Then, at four o'clock tomorrow, no grouping will be done after all the staff gather. The first day is my time."

"Okay, Miss Jinzi." He took the proposal.

You didn't miss the look of contempt in his eyes.

In fact, when you see this task, you know that the first problem you face is how to establish prestige.

The best of a group of soldiers, a bright-minded technician, was told that the training officer for the next month, the future general, was Mr. Allen's girlfriend.

Mr. Allen looks only 25 or [-] years old, how old can his girlfriend be?A look at the photo, Wucao, a little girl.It doesn't matter if you are an adult.

Such a doll-like girl came to eat and train with more than 1000 old men.No one is convinced.People see you more as an Aruba 'token' than a boss.Even if you behave well in front of you, it is to get Aruba's appreciation, and it has nothing to do with you.

If I'm not mistaken, Prometheus just felt contemptuous of your behavior of occupying the first day for two reasons.

First, the plan for the whole month is very meticulous, and every move involves thousands of things.Your behavior makes him feel that you have not noticed his hard work on this plan; secondly, he probably thinks that you need to spend a day getting to know the personnel, showing affinity, or adopt iron and blood policies to establish prestige and formulate regulations system.

After all, it probably didn't occur to him that your head is also a computer.After reading the information, the information of a thousand people has been copied and stored in the brain.

At the same time, your body is a fighter.

You don't know if it's dawn or not.Anyway, the soldiers are here.

You are a full hour late.When I arrived at the training ground, I stretched myself, as if I had just woken up.But the quality of the soldiers is very good, even if there is no one to supervise, they stand straight and wait for you to appear.More than 1000 people are mighty, almost occupying the biggest field of the training camp.

"Report." A soldier said.

"Get out." You said, rubbing your eyes.

"General, you are one hour and five minutes late," the soldier said loudly, looking straight ahead.

You hear a small whisper.They thought they were hiding well, and their expressions didn't change much. In fact, you can tell who is laughing as soon as they make their voices.

It seems that everyone has the same idea as you.

A group of elders hope that the little princess will go home soon, or because they don't want to see them because of frustration, so they won't interfere with their training with nonsense.

"The ones who laughed just now stand out." You said loudly.

No one moved.

You walk up to a soldier who laughs the most.They were all tall, wearing stiff military uniforms, and staring straight ahead.

"Why not listed." You ask.

"Because I didn't laugh, General." He replied confidently.

You raised your eyebrows: "You should all know that each of you has a soldier bullet in your heart."

Many of the tense expressions of the soldiers present moved.

Aruba improved the bullets of the soldiers, lengthening the distance and reducing the power.And you are the 'general' of all the bullets.Although the improved soldier bullets cannot explode immediately and cause death, they will wander around in a soldier's body for a period of time after you give an order.Whether you die or not depends on luck.

You pointed at the soldier who smiled but didn't admit it: "In the next month we get along, there are some rules. The first rule is that you are not allowed to deceive me. I gave him a chance. But he didn't accept it."

You stretched out a long bone knife, and slashed the soldier's chest into two sections.

Blood splatter, you don't care.The surrounding soldiers were more or less affected, and the blood of the dead was even in the eyes of the people behind him.But everyone is an elite after all, and they all try their best to keep still, as if they didn't see what you just did and how you did it.

You picked around his heart, picked up the military bullet, and ran to the front desk. Everyone can see through the big screen the smiling, blood-stained you with the military bullet in your hand: "This is the military bullet. I I just want to take it out for everyone to see. Then, let’s do it again, and those who laughed just now will stand out.”

This time, a few people hesitated and took the lead.There were also a few who didn't move because they felt that their movements were small and their voices were small.

You directly used the authority of the 'general', and watched them twitching and falling down.A soldier's bullet from one of them pierced his skin and splashed on the ground.He was lucky. Seeing how vigorously the other two were vomiting blood, it was estimated that important organs were damaged, and it was hard to say whether they would survive.

However, you did not speak and no one dared to help.

Even this time, no one dared to call out a report and ask if they could be taken to a doctor.

Because at this moment you have an angelic face, like a god of death holding a sickle.

You walk up to the person who said you were late.It could be seen that he was very nervous, the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably, and he was sweating profusely.

You squinted at him and smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm late. I won't do it next time. Don't learn from me."

You are late on purpose.

They may use this to give you a bad impression, and this is the effect you want.The person who often stands up and accuses you is a character like the 'Kid King'.Thick-skinned, not afraid of ordinary punishment, but very affectionate, and playful.This person can be used later.

You stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder encouragingly.You could feel the tightness of his whole body muscles through his clothes.

You ask everyone to stand around and form a square frame.Then he took a ball out of his pocket.

"Someone took me to play this game before, and I thought it was very fun. So I came to play with you." You played with the ball in your hand, and your voice echoed in the training room: "No matter what method you use. Get the ball from me People, you can replace me as a general. Time, three hours."

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