Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard

  Chapter 270 Female supporting role, you are out of the plot

   Zimmer froze for a moment, "Are you studying at University A?"

   Mo Chen responded casually, "Yes."

   Zimmer "…" Okay, excuse me.

  Driving in silence, he didn't want to talk to Mo Chen, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist beating her.

  While making the list, Mo Chen didn't forget to ask Zimmer questions.

   "Sister-in-law and Yanyan are doing well recently."

   "Well, your sister-in-law is recovering well, and Yanyan is taking care of her. I went to see her this afternoon, and I feel that she will be discharged from the hospital in a few days." Zimmer said slowly, but his eyes were on the road.

  Mo Chen nodded, "Go and see my sister-in-law another day."

   "Okay." Zimmer replied.

  —

  The evil military training is still here, and Mo Chen, wearing a military training uniform, walks slowly to the meeting point.

  Then, if I don’t know my classmates, should I ask for a leave of absence from training?

   "Are you Yuan Mochen's classmate? Our class is here."

  Mo Chen nodded towards the visitor, "Thank you."

  The boy touched his head, "You're welcome." A little embarrassed.

  Mo Chen followed him to the class. Men and women were trained separately, so Mo Chen was naturally assigned to the male class.

  Mo Chen was neither too tall nor too short, so he was placed in the middle.

   Stay out of the instructor's sight, good.

  Although Mo Chen has practiced, standing in a military posture is really tiring.

  Mo Chen was used to being lazy, so she felt a little painful for her to stand upright at this time.

   After standing for a while, I felt sore and painful in my shoulders, and my feet were a little numb, emmm, and a little sleepy.

The instructor shuttles through the team, "Heels close together, toes are separated by about 60 degrees outward, feet are straight, lower abdomen is slightly retracted, and chest is naturally raised...The head must be upright, the neck should be straight, the mouth should be closed, and the jaw should be slightly retracted. Keep your eyes straight ahead."

  A large string of words spit out from the instructor's mouth, at least a hundred words, Mo Chen only heard the beginning and the end clearly.

  The instructor walked up to Mo Chen and slapped Mo Chen on the shoulder. Mo Chen almost passed out from the slap.

   "Well, it's quite strong. Keep your back straighter, lower your jaw slightly, look straight ahead, and keep your eyes focused." The instructor directed Mo Chen.

  Mo Chen "..." I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, and I chant sutras.

  I don’t want to move, I want to sleep when I move.

   Seeing that Mo Chen didn't listen, the instructor wanted to do it himself, and Mo Chen immediately tightened his jaw.

  Mo Chen has an obsession with mental cleanliness. She is afraid that if the instructor touches her chin, she will throw him over her shoulder.

  The instructor saw Mo Chen retracting his chin, and chuckled, "Isn't this acceptable?"

   Then start to shuttle in the team like a ghost.

  The instructor in their class looks pretty good, with wheat-colored skin, and looks healthy.

  The facial features are also handsome, and the students in the female class sometimes come to secretly look at him.

   However, the instructor is as immobile as a mountain.

  The time to stand in the military posture is fifteen minutes. When the time finally came, the instructor gave an order, and everyone stood still.

   Just stood stiffly and screamed, and took a step, it was so sour.

  Mo Chen felt that he was back to the time when he was practicing Taekwondo.

  After that, I practice various things, such as standing still, starting, going forward, straddling, and then taking off my hat, saluting and so on.

  However, the instructors are still very humane. When the students are tired from military training, let them take a break.

  Mo Chen lay lazily on the railing of the football goal.

  The students next to me saw this, and the corners of their mouths twitched, "You can easily attract the instructor's attention."

   "Break time." Who cares whether to pay attention or not.

  Continue lounging on the pole and even want to sleep.

   "Is there anyone who can show their talents? Let's have one." The instructor may feel too bored, or see that the students are lifeless, and plan to make them active.

   "Talent, do backflips count?" a student said carelessly.

   "Forget it." The instructor glanced at him, "One?"

The student hesitated for a moment, stood up completely, and then stood in front of the team. First, he made a run-up, and then two jump-ups. As his feet flew off the ground, his body turned in a circle in the air, and then landed firmly on the ground. on the ground.

   "Okay." With the sound of good, there was a round of applause.

   "Is there any more?" The instructor glanced at the crowd.

  The students bowed their heads inside, and the instructor caught a glimpse of Mo Chen lying on the railing.

  Although it is a bit pleasing to the eye, but, lazily, what it looks like, "Well, let the classmate who is lying on the railing come one."

   Mo Chen felt countless eyes looking at him, opened his eyes and looked, I might be dreaming, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

  everyone “…”

  Instructor "..."

   "It's the one who just opened his eyes and got down on the ground."

   Mo Chen listened, the corners of his mouth twitched, he opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and said lazily, "I won't."

  The instructor stood up and walked around Mo Chen a few times, "Stand at attention."

   The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, but he did as he did.

   "I thought you didn't have bones, but it turns out you do. Well, if you don't have talent, go down."

  Mo Chen silently returned to his place and continued to sleep.

   "Well, I'll find classmate Yuan Mochen." A pleasant voice sounded, and everyone in the class went.

  A girl with big waves, wearing a knee-length dress.

  Painted light makeup, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

  Everyone's voice: Wow, big beauty.

  The instructor was stunned for a moment, "Who is Yuan Mochen? Your girlfriend is looking for you."

   Mo Chen "..."

  Glanced at Lu Miaomiao who was being girlfriend.

  Lu Miaomiao coughed, a little embarrassed, but didn't explain much.

   Pulling the lazy Mo Chen to the side, "Chenzi, um, Dean Ming asked me to ask you to consider a second degree." Some couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

  Mo Chen rolled his eyes, "No, trouble."

  Lu Miaomiao didn't care so much, and directly put a piece of paper into Mo Chen's hand, "Dean Ming called, you can solve it yourself."

   After finishing speaking, I was about to leave, when I suddenly remembered something, "I have a competition these days, and I may not come back until after the military training is almost over. Take care of yourself, Jin Zi seems to be back, you need to find him."

   Mo Chen nodded lazily, "Understood, I wish the game well."

   "Okay, goodbye." He waved his hand and left.

  Mo Chen slowly returned to the team, ignored the gossiping eyes of his classmates, and continued to lie on the railing.

   Until the whistle blows, the rest time is over, and a new round of training begins.

   Half a month of military training, whether it is fast or slow, it will end in a blink of an eye.

   Except that there is an instructor who is specially against Mo Chen, he seems to have his eye on Mo Chen, and every day he has to pull Mo Chen out to show off.

   "Chenzi."

  Hearing a familiar voice, Mo Chen turned around, "Well, sister Miaomiao, why are you here?"

  Lu Miaomiao handed the milk tea in his hand to Mo Chen, and then looked curious, "Did you quarrel with the boss again? The boss suspects that you blocked him."

  Mo Chen "..." If you don't tell me, I'll almost forget about it.

  Took the milk tea in Lu Miaomiao's hand and took a sip, "It may be that the newly built defense system rejects his IP. I'll check it when I go back."

   Without blushing, he lied without beating his heart.

   Unfortunately, Lu Miaomiao believed it.

  Nodded, as if thinking of something, "When will you finish your military training? Has Jin Zi visited you these days?"

  (end of this chapter)