Special Forces: Class Reunion, I Parachute In A Tank

After lunch.

Zhao Dong called the monitors of all classes together for a meeting.

Report on the program of the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

Starting from the first class, the program was released, and each class leader tried his best to say that the program of his class was very good, so that the instructors could consider it.

Some sing, some dance, some perform group martial arts and so on!

After all, this is a three-school joint gala, and it's a bit special. Who doesn't want to go up and perform.

But Zhao Dong didn't express his opinion, let all the classes finish their reports first.

"What about class eight, what's the program in your class newspaper?"

Zhao Dong looked at the eighth squad leader.

"oh!"

The eighth squad leader stood up, "Our class is singing."

"Chorus?" Zhao Dong frowned slightly, could he get some fresh ones?

Either singing or martial arts.

Don't have any other entertainment expertise?

"No. It's Ling Feng who wants to go on stage and sing a song."

The eighth squad leader said.

Zhao Dong's eyes lit up, "Ling Feng wants to sing?"

The monitors of other classes were also taken aback.

"yes."

"What song does he want to sing?"

"I haven't heard an original song of his own. He said he hasn't written it yet." The eighth squad leader replied.

"Ling Feng still composes songs?"

Everyone was surprised.

Is there anything this guy can't do?

"Original..."

Zhao Dong thought for a while.

"What about Class Nine and Class Ten?"

Zhao Dong looked at the remaining two class monitors.

The two looked at each other and smiled wryly.

The ninth squad leader said: "Our class is not ready yet. I haven't figured it out yet."

The tenth squad leader said: "Our class didn't think about it either."

"I've given you a few days, but you haven't written it yet. What are you doing?"

Zhao Dong pretended to be sullen, but there was a flash of relief in his eyes.

Or these two guys will come to trouble!

"Then there are only eight programs from Classes 1 to 8 left. Now, let's discuss in a fair and just manner, which program is the best, and finally decide by voting." Zhao Dong looked at the other eight monitors.

"Report!"

The first class leader suddenly said: "Instructor, I suddenly feel that our class's martial arts don't seem to be very good, so it's better not to be ashamed. Our class withdraws from the election."

The second squad leader followed up and said: "Our group singing in the second class also has a lot of problems, let's forget it!"

The third squad leader: "I personally think the program of our class is pretty good..."

"Um?"

The third squad leader had just finished speaking halfway, when everyone's expressions changed and they looked at him one after another.

Zhao Dong also stared at him, although his expression was still calm, but the meaning in his eyes was more or less threatening!

Seeing the eyes of everyone and Zhao Dong, the third squad leader swallowed half of what he said, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

What about being fair and just?

Helpless, the third squad leader could only smile naively: "Our class's program is rubbish! It doesn't matter if you don't show it! It won't embarrass our school. Hehe..."

At this moment, everyone's eyes moved away from him.

The remaining squad leaders from Classes 4 to 7 also found reasons to quit.

And the eighth squad leader is very happy in his heart.

These guys are pretty good at being human.

Zhao Dongdao: "Since all nine of your classes have withdrawn, there are only eight classes left."

He glanced around, and continued: "You quit voluntarily, but no one forced you."

The nine monitors nodded one after another, expressing that they were "voluntary" and absolutely not "forced"!

Zhao Dong nodded in satisfaction, and looked at Squad 8: "Then Squad 8 has won the bid. In the evening, I will report the program to the camp. Let's end the meeting."

"yes!"

The monitors of the nine classes left in frustration, and only the monitors of the eighth class held their heads high.

Who let there be a great god in the class!

Who dare not sell his face?

In the evening, the battalion instructor called the instructors of each company over to determine the performance program.

Not surprisingly, when the camp instructor knew that Ling Feng was going to sing, he confirmed it with a wave of his hand.

Even, neither he nor Zhao Dong found Ling Feng and asked what song Ling Feng was going to sing.

When the eighth squad leader told Ling Feng the news, Ling Feng was stunned on the spot.

So you won the bid?

I didn't even send you the song, okay?

You are not afraid that I will sing on stage and smash the signboard of the University of National Defense Science and Technology?

The eighth squad leader laughed and said: "With your current influence, even if you go up and sing like shit, the principal won't say anything about you. The teachers and students in the whole school don't even dare to say anything about you."

"So, you can sing how you want, don't feel pressured. With the school covering you, what are you afraid of?"

Ling Feng: "..."

Am I so pampered now?

The other students in Class 8 all laughed.

The eighth squad leader asked Ling Feng: "By the way, you won the first place in the pistol and rifle in the shooting competition before. There are two days off, and the company will apply for you."

"Because you were preparing lessons before, you didn't make it last week. Tomorrow is the weekend. Do you want to go out?"

Ling Feng thought for a while.

Since I have two days off, I can go to the University of Aeronautics and Astronautics to find Wu Xiaoxue.

Moreover, although the song "The Lonely Brave" has been released by the system, we still need to find a recording studio to record the accompaniment.

You can go out for a while.

"Come out."

Ling Feng said.

"Okay, then I'll go talk to the company commander later." The eighth squad leader said.

The next day, Ling Feng changed into casual clothes and was about to walk out of the company's gate with the leave slip, but was called back by Zhao Dong.

"Bring your gun and license."

Zhao Dong said.

Ling Feng was taken aback, "Instructor, don't you need it? I'm just going out to find a friend to play with. There's no need to bring a gun, right?"

"No! This is the leader's rule! Anyone who goes out to the society must carry it!" Zhao Dong ordered.

"yes."

Helpless, Ling Feng could only take the pistol and hide it well before walking out the gate.

"Xiaoxue, I'm here!!!"

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