When we get along these days, Wuming knew that the soldiers were more gangsters. If they really needed them, they would go to the corresponding places to spend money to buy them. For the girls of civilians, they would never do anything randomly.

"Vice Principal, I have no classes this afternoon. Can I go to your class to listen?"

"Vice Principal, I didn't have classes this afternoon."

Wuming was stunned and said readily: "If you like it, come on."

Almost everyone was very happy to eat this meal at noon, and it was the afternoon class time.

Wuming came to the already full classroom podium and suddenly realized that he didn't know what to say.

This is a tactical theory class. Wuming stared blankly at dozens of eyes below, and Zhang Feng, who was mixed in the crowd, showed a smile on his face from time to time.

The boss has spoken more during this period than before, but compared with the amount of words he needs to be a teacher, his words are still pitifully small.

Everyone spent their time staring at each other with big eyes. It was not until the bell of the end of get out of class that Wuming said lightly: "get out of class."

Wuming hurriedly left the class under the eyes of everyone's surprise. As a teacher, he still couldn't understand what he should say. This is different from being a soldier. Wuming felt that he was born to understand military affairs. Any military affairs would immediately become very smooth when he was in his hands, but as a teacher, Wuming felt a headache.

The people in the classroom watched Wuming leave, staring at each other with big eyes. Wuming's performance really disappointed them. You should know that the other two empires made a report that was extremely exciting. After listening to it, it made people feel excited and they wanted to sign up to join the army to defend their country immediately.

Zhang Feng shook his head helplessly as he listened to the whispers of the people around him. He had to do something that the boss couldn't do well.

"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me."

"Who are you?"

"You are not from our class!"

"Where did you come from?"

For a moment, the crowd asked, but Zhang Feng didn't explain clearly, so he let him go out sideways.

But they kept asking questions, and Zhang Feng didn't even have the chance to interrupt.

"Huh..." Zhang Feng took a deep breath, slapped the podium with both hands and took out the soldiers and shouted loudly: "Shut up the mouth!"

Everyone suddenly became quiet and looked at the man on the podium in surprise.

"I am the centurion who has followed the general to fight!"

Although he is a soldier, after many life-and-death battles, Zhang Feng had already had the toughness of joining the army in his bones. As well as the murderous aura of life and death on the battlefield, he could hear the sound of a quiet needle in the whole class.

"Cough..." Zhang Feng coughed: "Do you have no deep insights into the class just now?"

Everyone stared at each other with big eyes and realized what they felt? They didn’t say anything in a class, what did they feel?

"You guys~~" Zhang Feng looked sad: "The understanding is too low! It seems that I still want me to help the vice principal explain."

Everyone nodded subconsciously, without even realizing that they were listening to a soldier bragging.

"What is the most important thing on the battlefield?" Zhang Feng said with a smile: "That is naturally a fighter plane!"

Everyone nodded again, and Zhang Feng said again: "But the fighter plane will not fall out of thin air. What should we do before the fighter plane appears?"

Everyone was completely led by Zhang Feng without knowing it.

"That's to wait! To endure! This sounds easy but difficult. Sometimes, in order to get an ambush, you have to enter the ambush position a few days in advance. You endure the bites of mosquitoes and endure the urination and defecation on the spot. Until the moment the fighter plane arrives, you will be dispatched."

Zhang Feng's words caused everyone to nodding frequently: "The vice principal said nothing on the stage just now. I believe many people are very anxious, right? They all want to ask questions why they don't speak, right? In fact, that is the first lesson the vice principal taught everyone, patience! Everyone did a good job just now, I believe the vice principal is very satisfied."

These teachers and students who were fooled by Zhang Feng, deeply felt that Zhang Feng was very clear about his explanation, and couldn't help but get up and applaud, and secretly blamed himself for misunderstanding the good intentions of the vice principal.

Zhang Feng walked out of the classroom and immediately welcomed the praise from other soldiers and gangsters.

"It's amazing! You have settled this."

"It seems that you are not afraid of losing your job anymore. If you really can't do it, you have a lot of promise to be a liar."

Zhang Feng smiled at the other soldiers and pixies: "This level has passed, what about the next level? If the boss doesn't speak every day, I can't make it."

Wuming returned to the office and looked at the course schedule again. He felt relieved. The class he was going to teach tomorrow was a martial arts class, which was not difficult.

But the class he was going to teach on the third day actually involved the issue of logistics support for the army.

Just when Wuming was having a headache about the third day of the course, Wuming's vivid lesson full of practical significance was spread by the students and teachers in his class, no one of the five thousand students in the school knew about this. Many people had already planned to listen to Wuming's lectures even if they skip classes tomorrow.

As Zhang Feng revealed his identity, the identity of more than 100 soldiers in the school immediately rose. In Zhang Feng's words, "Even if you go to the toilet, someone will take the initiative to give him a pit."

When school was over in the afternoon, the students who came to school were listless and arrogant when they walked out of campus.
Chapter completed!