"I'm talking about technical officers!" The rest of the world did not give up his theory.

"Forget it, no matter whether it is a reserve or not, settle down now!" Ji Mingxuan came out to smooth things over and pointed to the counselor Liu who was waving to him not far away and said, "Xiao Qiang, counselor Liu is calling you."

"I'm going to be a coolie again! Why do you always call me!" Xiao Qiang was reluctant and rushed over. As expected, counselor Liu asked him and several other classmates to be responsible for rectifying the team and bring the classmates to the barracks there. Fortunately, they lived in brick houses and those tents, which were the temporary resident of the soldiers this month.

Xiao Qiang was unwilling to suffer alone, so he maliciously recommended Wan Dong to counselor Liu. Unexpectedly, this kid was so confused that he didn't think it was a chore at all, and took the initiative to take on a lot of hard work.

After a lot of trouble, the assignment of instructors in the afternoon caused another chaos.

Xiao Qiang and his Information Academy were divided into three classes due to their different majors and varying numbers. The Department of Electronic Science and Technology, and the blame turned into two halves, a small half, and formed a class with automation. The rest, computer science and technology, and software departments became a mixed class, and each assigned instructors.

Xiao Qiang was with Automation, and Wan Dong went to the joint class, and the two were divided into different classes.

The instructor who was given to Xiao Qiang and his class was also a lieutenant, which aroused the collective envy of other classes, but Xiao Qiang always felt something was wrong here.

The lieutenant's speech was quite eloquent, but Xiao Qiang didn't hear a word in his heart.

These things are clichés for him who is free to grow up in the military compound and his father is an active intermediate officer. If you listen to them again, you won’t be interested.

He stood at the end of the team, looked around, and found that beside them was a group of women's deputies.

It cannot be said that the team is all girls, and there are still several boys among them, but they are mixed among a large number of girls, just like a few green leaves in red flowers, which can only serve as embellishment.

The consciousness of these girls is much worse than that of boys. The instructors on Xiao Qiang were speaking eloquently. They were still chirping, like a group of sparrows that never stopped talking. A few people who maintained order ran forward and behind, and they looked at this one and could not take care of the other one, and the formation was still scattered, which made Xiao Qiang happy.

Among the students who maintained order, he saw a familiar figure. After thinking for a long time, he remembered the girl he had seen in the office of Counselor Liu, whose name was Xin.

She is tall and can't help but not notice it. She ran around and worked so hard that her military uniform was soaked in sweat.

The military uniforms are mainly loose, which is for the convenience of tactical movements, but when worn on students, it looks ugly.

These thin bodies, wearing a fat military uniform, were like dolls in a quilt in a cloth bag, and they looked like Coke! The girl tied an armed belt around her waist and tied it to her slender waist, looking like a dumbbell.

There was oil reflected on her face. Xiao Qiang could see that this was not her sweat, but a careful layer of sunscreen oil to protect her delicate and fair skin. However, in this scorching season, in less than a few days, no matter how fair the skin is, it would quickly transform into a black African, but it was a pity for this white skin.

Xiao Qiang was stunned and remembered Lin Yi, who was also in military training. Her skin was even more delicate. Will she peel off due to exposure to the sun and will she feel pain?

A feeling of regret arose in his heart.

Xiaoyi has never suffered such a hardship since she was a child!

He was so excited that the instructor of the Women's Army had already begun to lose his temper: "Tell you to cut your hair and cut your hair, why don't you cut it?" The instructor pulled out a long lock of hair from a girl's collar and asked loudly angrily, "If you hide your hair in your clothes, you won't be noticed? You are not afraid of covering up the prickly heat!"

He glanced at the crowd and said sternly: "Today, I'm here to supervise you, everyone cut their hair! The length of hair is not allowed to exceed the shoulders!"

The instructors were obviously prepared for a long time. The barbers were outside the venue. At the instructor's instructions, they came to the front of the team and wanted to cut their hair short for these girls who violated the rules.

The scolded girl was crying, but when she saw the barber, holding the shiny haircut utensils, walked towards her, screamed, and fled into the team and hid behind others.

The girls also screamed loudly, pushing each other, and hiding back desperately. Some people started crying without caring about it.

Girls are born to love beauty. They take care of these long hair with care. No one can bear to be cut off by a scissor. For a moment, sad crying sounds were everywhere. They pushed the boys in front of them and used as shields.

"Why cry? When fighting, does crying work? Soldiers go to the battlefield and keep long hair, one is not conducive to action, and the other is not hygienic. Today, all those with long hair must be cut off! Who will take the lead first!" The instructor was angry and anxious. These girls, scold, grin and cry, and beat them, who can stand it? He made him feel a headache.

The girl named Xin still had long hair. Her hair was so dark and greasy, which was obviously the result of careful care. At this time, she was also stroking her long hair, and tears rolled around in her eyes, full of reluctance.

"Are there anyone who takes the initiative to come forward? No one? Do you think you can escape like this? Do you still have the consciousness? Or are you a college student, don't even have this awareness! If you don't finish your hair today, don't go back to the barracks to sleep, just sleep here and drink!" The instructor was really angry, almost all wanting to use it. He endured it and endured it, and his face turned red.

The instructor looked at him and saw the tall girl. The girl had been running around just now, and was a cadre selected by the teacher. He quickly pointed at her with his hand: "You! Come here!"

"Ah?" The girl paused and shrank a little, but when she saw the eyes of her classmates around her focus on her, she suddenly raised her chest and walked to the instructor.

"You are the class leader assigned by the teacher! The cadres must take the lead! I order, starting with you, cut your hair!" The instructor ordered sternly, and gestured to the barber around him.

"But..." The girl's hair was grabbed by the barber. She felt the scissors touching her hair, and her body shook so much that she wanted to escape.

"You are a cadre!" The instructor's voice was like a thunderbolt, and he shook loudly over her head. "Cadres mean more responsibilities and more obligations. You must set an example and serve as an example for others!"

The girl felt that the scissors were cutting off the hard work she had left for so many years. The tears in her eyes kept rolling in the circles, but her body was holding on and not shaking.

"Okay! This is the first one, who is the next one?"

The instructor's voice seemed to float from a distance, and the hot wind blew on the back of her neck. The girl bit her lower lip tightly, still covered her cheeks with tears. She took the long braid from the barber's hand and held it tightly in her hand. The tears finally couldn't help but flow down.

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