"Based on the squad, the troops lead the training!"

"Step right and run!"

"Three consecutive times, turn left and run!"

...

After a while, the troops were in place and officially started training.

Although the demonstrations between Tudan and Zhang Jin seem to be very easy, it is not that easy to practice.

Rookies should start practicing from the most basic [gun holding] movement, and only after they are proficient can they start training for the next movement.

“Hold a gun!

Decompose actions and flow operations.

From the front to the end, operate in turn!”

After Zhang Yan gave the order, the rookies from the third company and one team immediately started practicing.

But when it was Lin Guodong's turn, the kid's movements were obviously slower.

"Lin Guodong!"

"Report!"

Lin Guodong shouted quickly and quickly completed the action.

"Oh--

Lin Guodong, how much money did you earn?"

"Ah? Make money?"

Lin Guodong was stunned at first, then his eyes turned.

"Instructor, what money do you make?"

Zhang Yan's face turned dark and he suddenly felt angry.

“Let’s go down!

50 wide-shoulder push-ups, and shout a report after you finish it!”

"yes!"

Seeing that Lin Guodong was trained, the other rookies in the class suddenly became much more honest.

At the same time, Liu Jinwen stepped on an electric balance bike to the training ground.

"Instructor!"

"Um!"

Zhang Yan responded, and turned his head to look at Liu Jinwen.

This kid just learned to drive a balance bike a few days ago, but he didn't expect to use it so quickly.

"Instructor, the director asked you to go there."

"Do you know what?"

Liu Jinwen did not rush to answer, but glanced around first.

"The column team of "Entering the Military Academy" said that you deliberately blocked the filming of the program and even hit people."

"Beast!"

Although there have been some speculations, Zhang Yan still couldn't help but curse.

However, what really angered him was the attitude of the college!

In the face of the unreasonable provocation of the sand sculpture reporter, can even keep confidentiality discipline neglect?

"Instructor, don't be angry, the director must be on your side."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yan became confused.

"How many meanings? Make it clear!"

"Think about it, if the Director hadn't been on your side, how could he let you confront him? Right?"

"Puchi--"

Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing, then shook his head.

"Tu Dan!"

"arrive!"

"Team one handed you.

Remember, you must practice that boy Lin Guodong for me!"

"yes!"

After doing a good job handover, Zhang Yan left with Liu Jinwen.

"Let's go! I want to see what those sand sculptures want to do?"

"yes!"

"Old Zhang! Wait!"

As soon as the two got into the car, Fan Nan suddenly caught up.

"What's the matter?"-

"Lao Zhang, what are you doing?"

Zhang Yan had no intention of hiding it, so he told the story of the Shasil reporter's complaint.

"I'll go with you too!"

"Hmm? What are you going to do?"

"Go and have a look at the fun!"

"Okay!"

Fan Nan didn't explain, and Zhang Yan was too lazy to dig into the bottom of the matter.

After a while, the three of them rushed to the director's office together.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

In the room, Wang Fangping, a freshman director, sat behind the desk with a calm expression.

Opposite him, sitting a middle-aged man who looked in his 50s, with the tv's logo clothes.

Two sculpted journalists stood next to the middle-aged man.

"Director, Teacher Zhang and Teacher Fan are here."

"It's him! It's him!"

Before Wang Fangping could react, the sand sculpture reporter in charge of the interview suddenly pointed at Zhang Yan and shouted loudly.

"It's him who beat me!"

Wang Fangping frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes when he looked at the two reporters.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him did not show any expression, as if he was a sitting old monk.

"If you point fingers me again, I will break it for you!"

Hearing Zhang Yan's words, the sand sculpture reporter subconsciously shrank his hand.

Then he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly raised his chest.

"Director Wang, did you hear it?"

He dares to be so arrogant in front of you!

I just want to ask, who gave him the courage to do this? Who is his backer?"

"Ahem—"

The middle-aged man suddenly coughed, and the sand sculpture reporter immediately closed his mouth.

"Xiao Zhang, do you have anything to say?"

Wang Fangping spoke, but his face still looked calm.

"laugh--"

Zhang Yan couldn't help but sneer and set his eyes on the three reporters.

"Director, you know what I do.
To be continued...