Chapter 38: Bash and restart

第二 On the second day after the assessment, in the third-year tactical infantry professional class, the old professor was talking about "Basic Design Principles of Chemical Energy Guns".
In the first or second year of the Pompano Business School, most of the courses are general courses and practical operations of specific weaponry equipment. By the third grade, different professional theory courses will be offered according to each discipline. For example, tactical infantry, according to the requirements of the academy, they must become a qualified individual weapon or protective designer when they graduate.
This aspect is to cultivate higher-end combat talents. On the other hand, it is to enable students to have a skill after retiring. Today, the star industry is raging, and the military industry is the pillar industry of Xinzheng.
However, it seems that the ambition of the old professor is not limited to textbooks. The complex formula on the light screen in front of him appeared, then circled some of the key points, saying, "I hope you remember that a really good gun is like an extension of one's own limbs. We humans have shortcomings Yes, so is the gun. Therefore, design is an art about trade-offs and philosophy. For example, the rate of fire and precision are a contradiction that can never be reconciled ... "
有人 Someone whispered below: "The slayer kills the gods and returns ..."
"This classmate, please go out." The old professor pointed blankly and pointed at the door of the classroom.
The trainee was obviously a thorny head, the hippie came out of the classroom with a smile, and made a grimace before leaving. The voice can no longer be suppressed in the classroom, and many people whispered:
"He has a new nickname again?"
"Almost 100, right?"
"Yes, what kind of sniper gods, sniper gods, sniper gods, fighters ... laugh!"
"This new nickname sounds good."
"I don't think it is as relevant as snipermachine."
"This is the celestial realm, the Federation blows out."
话 "Supposedly, shouldn't this guy be sent for slicing first?"
人 "People are a powerful model of natural genes. Just as the Tian Dynasty advocates, should you be the waste of our genetically stunted?"
A student slaps the table angrily, "This time the assessment was not for him, we would have passed! Now it is good, the grades are all overtaken by Class 53. We are on the road of charge, but why the gang can only survive Guys score higher than us? "
At this time, a girl looked up and said, "The rules are the same, don't complain. I think it might be a good thing to snipe the appearance of the God of Killing Machine."
"Our assessment of the whole class failed, or is it a good thing? Hey, don't look at others who look good, just open your eyes and talk nonsense!"
Girls are not good, and a light screen took the weird boys under the desk, and then said nothing: "Think about it. Our original 54 grades were also behind the tactical infantry. The college wants to eliminate a group Students, we are the first to bear the brunt. But now it is different. In front of Chu Jungui, as long as it is a tactical infantry, regardless of the ranking, it is all a dish! As long as he is equal, we will return to the same starting line with other classes, which is equivalent to more. a chance."
Someone realized: "Yeah, everyone fails anyway!"
Then someone naturally asked: "How can he be treated equally?"
The girl pointed to the side: "This monitor has the most say."
A group of people came to the squad leader, and the squad sighed, saying a little bit, "It's also blame me to say this. If I didn't talk too much at that time, we wouldn't be wiped out. In fact, at the last critical moment, I That yelling still deterred Chu Jungui. It was just that he didn't say the key points before he missed the fire. Looking at his expression at the time, he should also be very regretful. "
"What's the point?" Someone interrupted directly. Everyone is in a class. Who doesn't know the morality of the monitor?
"Ten thousand lives." It seems that the squad leader has learned a little lesson.
Everyone suddenly realized that they started the discussion.
The squad leader coughed a few times and snatched his head, saying, "This matter is very complicated. It has a big bearing on whether we can continue our studies. Therefore, we must be careful. So, I will say a few more words ...
The girl covered her monitor's mouth, pushed him behind, and said, "Okay, the monitor is finished."
"What shall we do now?"
"Send a bribe?"
The girl was still capable and said, "I want to give, but not a bribe, but a security deposit."
"Margin?"
"Just buy him to guarantee that no water will be released to other tactical infantry!"
顿 Episode everyone, praise.
The girl raised her voice and said, "The other classes will definitely want to bribe him, so we must pay for it! I propose, raise funds!"
I applaud.
On the podium, the old professor was so angry that his light screen was almost knocked out. In the end he couldn't bear it, turned up the volume and growled, "Give me all!"
There was a gurgling noise, and there was no one in the classroom.
The three departments of Pompano Business School are located in a huge building covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters and eighteen storeys high. All logistics, rewards and supplies in the entire business school are under the jurisdiction of this school. At this moment, Chu Jun is in an office on the third floor and patiently discusses his record and bonus issue with a staff member.
Behind the counter, there is a middle-aged man with oil on his head, drooping corners of his mouth, and his face as cold as iron. He looked at Chu Jungui with a pair of heavy bags under his eyes, and there was a kind of planet that collapsed without changing its color.
Juguang looked at the momentum and knew that he was ready for a big war.
Xi Chujun returned with a long record and was puzzled, saying, "All 54 class members were killed, why isn't it all annihilated? All annihilation must add an additional 10% reward!"
The middle-aged teller man pointed at one of the names and said, "This battle result does not belong to you, of course, it is not wiped out."
Xi Chujun transferred the information and images after recalling that name, remembering that he was the leader of the combat team who was turned over by electricity last time.
"This combat team leader was killed by me, why didn't it belong to me?"
The middle-aged teller man called up the final image and settled on the scene where the leader of the combat team took Chu Jun's shoulder and said, "We have already investigated and the electricity that stunned him came from the electric shock bomb. This electric shock bomb was his classmate. The shot did not come from you, so this result should be counted on that student's head. So the first reason for his death was self-harm; the second reason was accidental injury. "
The middle-aged teller man looked at Chu Jungui with dead fish-like eyes. The unchanging voice and the oily light above his head constituted a powerful mixed spiritual shock, even the experimental subjects were a little overwhelmed.
Zhu Chujungui feels that several functional components are going to have bugs, and the speed of information transmission in the nerves has dropped by two steps.
He still tried to be patient and sane, and said gently, "I really killed this man."
"Really not."
"Really is."
"Really not."
Uh ...
After twirling a few times, Chu Jungui felt the need to perform a self-test on his own language function module. It seems that he can no longer speak.
Xi Chujun forced to press down the emotional data that started to be disordered, and said, "Okay! Even if he didn't kill me ..."
"No, even if he wasn't your result." The middle-aged teller man continued to show his unique stubbornness.
Xi Chujun no longer entangled in confession, skipped to the next question, pointed to the deduction, and asked, "What does it mean that extra ammunition is overrun?"
"Exceeded ammunition depleted ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Am I or the entire Blue Army class?"
"It's you."
Zhu Chujun pointed to himself, and once again felt that the language function module was malfunctioning, and his ability to organize language was greatly reduced. He was complacent, and almost restarted.
"I killed 96 targets ..."
"95."
"Okay ..." Chu Jungui was on the brink of restarting again, barely picking logical fields from a pile of cluttered data. "Even if it was 95, I only used 147 to generate power, how many?"
首先 "First, according to statistics, your ammunition consumption is 149 rounds, not 147 rounds."
"It must be 147 rounds!" Chu Jungui's memory will not be wrong.
"149, I can't go wrong."
"Okay, 149, you keep talking."
The middle-aged teller man won another game, but he did not see the joy of victory. He continued to chase and said, "So, the ammunition you consume is far more than the average. I think it is necessary to deduct additional ammunition costs to deviate from the quantity. The deduction is 50 yuan per round. "
"What's the average value of other machine gunners?" Chu Jun had a dim idea. After all, he used electric shock bombs to dig through hamsters, and his ammunition consumption was a bit large.
"22 rounds." The teller man seemed to have been prepared.
Xi Chujungui decided to restart.
When leaving the three logistics buildings, a message came from the identity chip, showing that the account cashed in at 5,317 yuan.
多少 What is the specific bonus and what is the breakdown? Chu Jungui no longer thinks about it, anyway, it is always more than the original 1500.
I am content, and this is the vocabulary he has just learned.
But he still wondered why other Blues machine gunners consumed so little ammunition.