“Put your pants on. ”
Witch Jane quickly pulled the battle training pants out of the wardrobe.
“Okay,” Nodded Westman, twisting his eyebrows and stretching out: “Go down and assemble. ”
The White Moonlight Entertainment Dismantling Exercise takes place once a week, making the crowd of practitioners bitter.
Witch Jane was the last to collect punches and was punished for reading the White Moonlight Employee Code.
“Brave fighting, caring for teammates, actively practicing...”
Under the stage, Caesar was arguing with the instructor: "The little witch practiced until midnight yesterday and signed for less than two days! There will also be a resumption of the Clawson show next week...”
The practitioners looked at the witch Jane without a blind eye.
“So cute...”
“I'm not dreaming, am I? Why did the company hire a little angel to read to us today? The company is so picky...”
While reading, Witch Jane glanced carefully at the dormitory window. When he saw a glimmer in his invisibility, he immediately urged: "Actively practice, practice...”
“All right.” The instructor interrupted, expressing interest in his eyes: “Nice lad. Practice well and have a future. The next time you're late, you'll be running around the playground. They're scattered! ”
Witch Jane slipped upstairs and carefully took the dormitory door.
Guardian was looking at the training form on his desk, and his lazy hands with guns were scattered around the rabbit.
Witch Jane thought that the big man seemed to pinch something in his hand at all times, either touching the gun or stuffing it. Big men can even rub rabbits while holding guns.
It's the boss!
The bodyguard did not change much from two days ago, and after taking off his protective clothes, his shirt trousers appeared to have long legs.
Witch Jane relieved herself and the old man came to check on the rabbit!
He was happy to say, "Brother! How did you know I was here--”
The guard put down the training form: "Come here. ”
Witch Jane happened to be there.
“Pen.”
Witch Jane flipped out a ballpoint pen at speed.
The guard circled on several subjects: "Firearms and performance enhancement. ”
Witch Jane sighed: “Brother, what about the fighting?”
The guard glanced at him and his gaze swept over the little soft hair: "You don't have enough strength to do it quickly. ”
Witch Jane nodded her head and glanced at the sharp curved arms in her sweatshirt.
White moonlight dormitory hallways, buckets of protein/powder everywhere, and practitioners' muscles exaggerate more than the big man's. But Witch Jane had no doubt that a guard could take down the whole building alone.
Drop your pen and lock your gaze back on the witch Jane. There were no lights on in the dormitory, and the moonlight outside the window pushed out the angular contours of the man, with deep eyelids and little temperature at first glance.
As a brother-in-law, Witch Jane already knows how to mock the old man's feelings.
For example, when the left hand of the guard is slightly rubbing against the handle, it should be reluctantly satisfied.
It must be the rabbit feeding--
Weishi suddenly said: "Do you want to get a repeat rating? ”
Witch Jane stunned: “I... how could I...”
"I asked if you wanted to. ”
Witch Jane nodded suddenly, obeying her heart: “Yes! Um... Big Brother, I actually kind of want to get an S! ”
Perhaps it was the illusion of Witch Jane. When the guard raised his eyebrows, the muscles in the corners of his lips twitched, seemingly laughing and seemingly not.
The next second —— Witch Jane opened her eyes suddenly.
Boss, he punched and opened the dorm door!
The security level of Baiyue Optical Company is one of the best in the whole area. Not only are there 24-hour surveillance shifts, weapons stockpiles are in full swing, and professional players and practitioners beat intruders to death.
However, the guard did not care at all.
He walked straight to the training room and the Witch Jane ran after him.
This point of the training room should be locked - but the guard opens it unhindered. A few hours ago, the heavy machine gun seat used by Witch Jane to practice was still standing on the ground.
“You're a good spotter.” Horseman speaking.
Write it down, Witch Jane.
“What map is white moonlight? ”
Witch Jane: "Desert! ”
The guardian showed the witch Jane with his eyes.
Witch Jane immediately ran to the heavy machine gun, leaned over and aimed. As he was preparing for the sudden burst, Wencheng called to a halt: “Okay. ”
Neither does Witch Jane know exactly what she sees in Weisheng. The guard showed him to stay down and walk to the side of the gun seat.
Immediately afterwards, the boss dismantled the sight compensator that Witch Jane had so easily installed: “What a blind little man. ”
Witch Jane stared.
“Mechanical aiming is affected by the environment.” Throw it at your fingertips: "56 degrees on the recurring surface will not do anything unless you are reinstalled on the field for two hours. ”
Witch Jane sounded, unconsciously a little lost. Ten hours of practice just to lower the center shift and say it's unlikely that you care. But the boss always makes sense...
The next second, Witch Jane's eyes suddenly shined.
The guard didn't know where to pull out a silver-gray compensator, and his hand quickly mounted itself: “Change this. ”
The guard instructed Witch Jane to move away and lean over in the most standard aiming position. The eyebrow is twisted, the half face line is cold and stiff, the left shoulder is stuck between the handle and the base, and the right hand is constantly adjusting on the compensator dial.
Witch Jane held her breath and gazed.
The accessory dial is delicate and complex, with a silver housing that reveals a subtle gear clasp. However, the hand with the cocoon in the guard was accurate to scary, and there was no deviation from one tooth when adjusting.
The guard opened fire suddenly and hit the center of the target.
The green light on the compensator illuminates and the configuration is accurate.
However, the guard fired a second shot, deviating from the four-ring.
“All right.” The old man got up and told Witch Jane to come and try it.
Witch Jane looks at the compensator and finally understands the intent of the second shot of the Guardian.
Target compensation unit: 21.
A few hours ago, Little Blind Witch Jane had the best record.
The second shooting of the guard was a precise simulation of the deviation jitter from the demonstration just now, and the record of the witch was restored so that he could continue practicing for the next 10 hours.
“Brother!!” Witch Jane's little eyes glistened and looked almost like an overcrowded fan of love beans: “Big Grace is not thankful -”
The guard only felt the hair on his neck. The little rabbit essence was so tired, he pressed down firmly when the witch came up.
Witch Jane was obviously overexcited. Touch this later. Touch that later: “Brother, can we get an A now...”
Guardian indifference: “How is that possible? Show me the map. ”
……
At the end of the training, the sky was just slightly bright.
Witch Jane was satisfied.
The guard walked out before him, and the witch Jane whispered in the back to restore the weapon in case it was found inappropriate by surveillance.
According to the boss, the white moonlight surveillance device will only be suspended for two hours, after which it will return to normal.
Witch Jane walked out of the training room and locked the door, suddenly finding herself standing in front of the poster railing, looking down calmly at what.
When he saw Witch Jane come out, he turned away and took the blind little one away.
Two hours is still a minute away, and Witch Jane is a little missed.
“Brother, we can still meet at the Clawson show, right? ”
The guardian, um, sounded.
The next second Witch Jane starts laughing and repeating: “Brother, leave a contact! Brother, where is your home? Brother, what kind of cat do you have? Ranch cat or...”
Wei Shi was annoyed and said, “Go, practice well. ”
Witch Jane lost it. “Don't worry, I'll keep the rabbit! Next time you come back, you'll be sure to put on your pants, and you won't lose your clothes..."
The guard picked the eyebrow: "Yes, the rabbit is small, don't break it. What a mess on your face. ”
"" … "
He just remembered that the little scorpion painted by the makeup artist was still there during the day.
In that compartment, the guard crossed the fence on the second floor of the dormitory and landed on the ground, quickly disappearing.
Witch Jane looked at it again for a while before she went back to bed.
Boss... what do you want to do?
Just a few minutes later, Witch Jane couldn't help but get stuck in her dreams.
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After a week of flying fast.
Witch Jane's time is divided into two pieces, except sleep is practice.
The deviation unit on the heavy machine gun compensator had been reduced to 12 when Clawson's rehearsal invitation was sent to the moonlight.
In the last two days before the match, Witch Jane suddenly played a big part in the simulation.
Not only Caesar, but even his combat mentor was appalled.
Soon after, Bai Moonlight's internal construction team arrived to interview Witch Jane.
The dormitory corridor of the Exercise Student Department is filled with photos and testimonials from model employee Witch Jane.
Little white teeth, sweet, soft smile.
The day of the rematch.
Witch Jane walked out of the dressing room and almost everyone held their breath for her.
The original black sand scorpion was changed to silver, with two or three spots of sequins sporadically down the corner of the eye and a gentle blend of witch's eyes.
The heavy machine gun was also repainted and the handle was equally glowing.
Caesar looked at the machine gun painted with the same color as his own, then at the witch's face, full of envy.
“Miss, how can I walk in a golden block when a little witch looks so good? ”
The makeup artist picked the eyebrows: “When you first chose the theme, you picked out the lion of the desert, leaving only one ‘tear of the desert' for his little witch. You'll have to change your makeup before it's too late. Come on, I'll give you a tear mole...”
Caesar panicked and fled.
Give Witch Jane a smile and look down in front of her: "Come on, Witch! Take a picture with my sister! ”
Speak up: “I hear the model employee posters in the hallway have been stolen - our little witch face is worth fighting for! Tuttle Clawson's number one beauty... the day after tomorrow, right? It was Clawson who pressed the diagram and waited for a wave of heat to come out. Little Witch, remember how much the spokesperson is. This black-hearted show made a lot of money...”
Caesar returns with a greeting: "Team, go! ”
The hover is moving up slowly.
There are also four boxes with the players, as well as Witch Jane's rabbit.
Once re-elected, the trainees will train and compete in a four-month reality show to compete for the final limited exit spot and become the official runaway players in the Blue Race.
An hour later, the floating car stopped in the waiting area.
Witch Jane opened her eyes in surprise.
Football has two soccer fields with a large area of golden splendor, and the waiter walks through the crowd with champagne. On the most luxurious stands, the athletes' area rises in the air, connecting the promotion seats from the field to the glass arch, symbolizing the brave red silk rush.
Caesar looked at the witch Jane, and he smiled: “I told you, the sea selection is all bullshit! The rematch is a bit of a lookout. Come on, little witch! Welcome to the most money-sucking art show in the history of the Federation.”
“Runaway show. ”