"What?"
Wang Yanbing's eyes widened at Qin Feng's words. He cautiously glanced at Qin Feng.
He felt like he was about to bleed internally. Had this pot been thrown back at him again?
Tang Xinyi heard this and sneered, directly frowning. She said displeasured, "I'm not telling!"
Then, Tang Xinyi took a deep breath and said directly, "This is a classroom, it's my turf. Now I command you to speak."
Seeing there was no other way, Qin Feng thought for a moment, gestured with his hands, and began to speak:
"Yes! The anti-terrorist hand gestures we just used meant: one female detected, height 170."
After saying these words, Qin Feng didn't continue. If he had continued, the two of them might have met a terrible end.
Tang Xinyi saw that Qin Feng had gestured the previous content but hadn't said the latter part. She casually gestured some movements and asked:
"What do these mean then?"
The other rookies, seeing Tang Xinyi's gestures, all burst into laughter.
Hearing the commotion, Tang Xinyi immediately scanned around sternly. The sounds of laughter instantly disappeared.
She turned back to Qin Feng and urged, "What are you standing there for? Keep talking!"
"Yes!"
Then Qin Feng took a deep breath and, steeling himself, continued: "Some speculated it was a B cup, others speculated a C cup."
After speaking, Qin Feng subtly stepped back.
The other rookies, hearing Qin Feng's words, also burst into laughter.
Hearing the laughter, Tang Xinyi's brows furrowed instantly. She said displeasured, "Stop laughing!"
The rookies immediately quieted down, not daring to make a sound.
At this moment, the simple-minded Li Erniu stood up and asked with a puzzled expression, "Report!"
Tang Xinyi took a deep breath and said displeasured, "Speak!"
"What is a B cup, what is a C cup?" Er Niu asked with his usual simple-mindedness.
As soon as he said this, even Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang, who were standing awkwardly, burst into laughter. Not to mention the others, who laughed even louder.
Tang Xinyi turned and walked to the front, her icy face carrying a hint of danger.
"Red Cell Training Class! Keen observation! You rescued hostages and could even speculate on the bust size of female hostages! Do you think you're very capable?"
Tang Xinyi took a deep breath, then looked at each rookie with sharp, icy eyes and continued:
"The Red Cell Training Class is amazing, right? The Adjutant General's precious daughter, right? Since you have so much energy! Then we'll change the way we have class!"
"Everyone stand up! Move the oil drums!"
Hearing the command, the rookies were a bit confused but stood up one after another, their movements uniform.
When they heard they were supposed to move oil drums, they were all stunned for a moment. They just looked at each other, making no move.
The next second, Qin Feng was the first to run to the other side of the training ground to move an oil drum. The others saw this and followed suit.
Before long, everyone was pushing oil drums back to the classroom.
As for how they were having class, their feet were placed on top of the oil drums, and their bodies were leaning against the trunks of trees on the other side. They were all suspended, reclining while listening to the lesson. Moreover, if they weren't careful, they could fall to the ground.
Of course, maintaining such a posture was not easy, and it was very arduous, let alone taking notes.
However, these hardships were all their own doing. It wasn't Tang Xinyi who was tired, right?
...
At the same time, in the command center on the other side.
Chen Shanming watched through binoculars as the group attended class balancing on oil drums. He asked Fan Tianlei next to him with some confusion, "Number Five, playing with oil drums during a theory class doesn't seem appropriate! Look!"
Saying this, Chen Shanming handed the binoculars in his hand to Fan Tianlei.
Fan Tianlei took the binoculars handed over by Chen Shanming and looked towards the classroom.
After a long while, he put down the binoculars and smiled at Chen Shanming, saying:
"I told you Tang Xinyi is not simple! Quite unique!"
...
Thus, under Tang Xinyi's torment, the rookies' lessons for the day finally concluded.
As soon as they returned to the dormitory, Song Kaifei kept groaning, "Oh, my back, it feels like I borrowed it from someone else."
"Nonsense," Xu Tianlong said, rubbing his sore leg with one hand and flipping through the book in the other. "You just did a handstand for a bit, and squatted for a bit. Is it that bad?"
"Just for a bit?" Song Kaifei retorted immediately. "It's easy for you to say when you're not the one doing it. If I made you fly a few difficult maneuvers in the sky, I could also say it was just for a bit. As they say, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Don't always laugh at me based on what you're good at."
"My goodness!" Qin Feng said with a playful tone, "The pilot has secretly improved lately."
"I think so too."
"Seconded +1."
Li Erniu and Wang Yanbing immediately agreed.
The next second, the few of them looked at each other and burst into laughter in unison.
After chatting and laughing for a while, everyone's eyes were so heavy they could barely stay open.
They all said goodnight and instantly fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, the system's cold voice suddenly sounded in Qin Feng's mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the Hell Week mission."
"Reward the host with a basic skill: Danger Sense skill (scanning range of 1,500 meters!)."
Danger Sense skill: Centered on the host, it can scan for any dangerous objects within a 1,500-meter radius, alerting the host in advance.
Seeing the skill description, Qin Feng's desire to sleep vanished. He immediately activated the Danger Sense skill.
Immediately, a map appeared in Qin Feng's mind, centered on him, marking all dangerous objects within 1,500 meters. Some were missiles buried by the special operations brigade, others were special forces soldiers patrolling with guns on the perimeter. In short, anything with a certain level of danger was marked.
Seeing this situation, Qin Feng took a deep breath before he could suppress his extremely elated inner feelings and jump out of bed.
Before Qin Feng's joy could end, the system's cold voice continued to sound in his mind.
"After scanning, it was found that the host completed the mission with perfect scores in all aspects. The host is rewarded with an upgrade from Fighting Skill (Beginner) to Fighting Skill (Intermediate)."
"Ding, next mission: Please ensure the Iron Fist Regiment wins the Hundred Regiments Battle."
After saying these words, the system's voice fell silent.
At the same time, due to the improvement of his fighting skills, Qin Feng felt a warm current flow from his head to his limbs. This made Qin Feng feel warm all over. Even his previously sore arms and legs felt completely relaxed.
Qin Feng even felt his strength increase. He felt that he could now punch a herd of cows to death.
After receiving the skill upgrade, Qin Feng's attention returned to the words "Iron Fist Regiment" and "Hundred Regiments Battle."
The Iron Fist Regiment was easy to understand, and he knew what it was, but he didn't know what the Hundred Regiments Battle meant.
Qin Feng thought for a moment but couldn't come to any conclusion, so he decided to just give up and stop thinking about it.
He turned over and directly fell asleep...
...
While Qin Feng and the others were wandering in dreamland, the atmosphere on the other side was not very good.
In the Wolf Fang command room.
The phone in Fan Tianlei's hand and the expression on his face told everyone a fact.
That is...