Don't Play With the Goddess of War
92: Paralyzed and Fall to the Ground, Puffing Like a Cow
"You really don't have professional training?"
During the interrogation, Teacher Zhang had seen An Xia from head to toe several times, obviously he did not believe An Xia's answer.
He doesn't believe, it's impossible.
A Xia never had a temperament that cared about his vision and mind, let alone explained too much to the distrust of others.
Facing the doubt, he said calmly: "No."
Professor Zhang still wanted to ask again, touching An Xia's slightly impatient cold gaze, his words fluttered and swallowed back into his stomach.
Instinct told him that he could not ask anymore.
Ask again, I was afraid that even his main instructor would end up in an embarrassing situation where he could not get off the stage.
"The instructors at the institute will see you have to wander around in the future." Teacher Zhang sighed, somewhat helpless. "They're not even as good as the students they teach. Our training."
An Xia frowned, "Wrongly, they would feel embarrassed when meeting any student."
He looked at the few instructors who were still running, his eyes stained with frost, cold and cold, "Once, I also deserve to be an instructor? A joke."
Teacher Zhang: "..." I want to intercede for the instructors, but I can't say.
The facts are in front of us, and there is nothing to say.
Some of the instructors who came, who were completely in a special war, stagnated, and there was no way to take a step.
Seduced by the students, I felt a little uncomfortable.
Look at each other and smile bitterly.
Unfortunately, he was right.
Even if they were not as good as students, how could they still be qualified to train students?
Suddenly, a sharp line of sight swept over, and the brains of some people had yet to react, and their bodies responded instinctively.
With movement, he lined up straight, stood upright, looked forward, stood upright.
Appreciation flashed in An Xia's eyes, and it was rare to comfort Master Zhang with a kind heart, "There are also some good ones, and they are not bad."
Looking along the line of sight, Zongjiao Zhang saw six upright and pine figures, inwardly proud, inexplicable, and proudly praised by the leader!
It seemed that when they were still wearing special war uniforms and the supreme warriors were called and praised, they were extremely excited and excited.
They won glory for the team!
His waist was straighter and motionless, even if a cold wind hit his face, his bones were clenched and towering like a mountain.
An Xia also praised Mu Chenyuan, who was silent next to him, "You are stronger than them, the strongest."
So why aren't you level enough?
Is someone wearing shoes?
...
Mu Chenyuan, the captain of the suddenly named active special forces team, raised his eyes, he was disrespectful, he was very sincere.
After a while, those thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was low, like the sound of a piano suddenly rising from the battlefield with bone, calm and timeless, "Thank you."
He didn't know how to answer except to thank me.
Zhang Zong patted her shoulder hard, his face not so good, and finally became clearer, and smiled: "Xiao Mu, nice to have you."
Give him face!
“It should be so.” Captain Mu appreciated his words like gold, and his sharp and handsome face made Master Zhang impossible to say a few more words to him.
simply put……
Zongjiao Zhang, who was in his forties, had been a leader for many years, and his heart was very, very agitated at the moment.
He hasn't been a brother in years.
but!
He is now a little brother!
It was the younger brother of student An Xia, and the younger brother of instructor Mu who had only been working for a few days.
Finally, the last instructor also ran for five kilometers, paralyzed and fell to the ground, panting like a cow.
An Xia said nonchalantly: "Come, stand up for six hours, start."