Chapter 320 This instructor is too good-looking? The moment that person stood up straight, turned around, and faced everyone, the entire drill ground fell into a deathly silence that lasted for several seconds.
The anticipated black iron tower did not appear.
The scarred face I had imagined did not appear.
There wasn't even a trace of Zhang Fei, who was two meters tall and had a thick waist.
The man who appeared before everyone was unusually young.
He looked to be in his early twenties, younger than most of the soldiers present.
He was tall and slender, but not the kind of exaggeratedly muscular man. Instead, he resembled a cheetah poised to pounce. Beneath his impeccably pressed military uniform, every inch of his muscles exuded a fluid and explosive sense of power.
He wasn't wearing a military cap, revealing his neat, short black hair.
The afternoon sun shone on him, outlining a golden contour that made his face appear even clearer.
His features were deep-set, with lines as sharp as if carved by a knife and axe. His high, straight nose cast a small shadow on his face, making his profile appear extremely three-dimensional.
His lips were thin, and now they were tightly pursed, exuding an aloofness and stubbornness that kept strangers at bay. It was a handsome face that was so strikingly handsome that it was almost aggressive, so handsome that people dared not look directly at him.
What's most striking about him are his eyes.
Those were a pair of eyes as black as ink, unfathomable, like two deep, cold pools, devoid of any emotional ripples.
When his gaze swept over them, everyone felt as if they were being watched by a beast lurking in the shadows. A chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and even the hairs on their skin stood on end.
This is a pure killing intent, forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
It formed an extreme contrast with his young and handsome face, which was almost too good to be true.
The entire playground, with hundreds of people, was filled with people, yet not a single one dared to breathe loudly.
All the imaginings about the "Black Iron Tower" and the "Scarface" were shattered in that instant.
After a brief silence, the crowd, especially the female soldiers, erupted in a series of suppressed but still clearly audible gasps and whispers.
"Oh my god..."
"This...this is the new instructor?"
"How...so young?"
"And... she's just too good-looking..."
"Su... Su An... pinch me quickly..." Wang Xiaoya's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, her eyes wide open. She subconsciously tugged at Su An's sleeve and stammered, "...I... I think... I'm not having nightmares anymore... Why does this new instructor look like a movie star in a magazine?"
She is not alone.
Almost all the female soldiers were speechless the moment they saw the man.
The most handsome man they had ever seen was Jiang Yan, whose gentle and refined good looks, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon, were so captivating.
But the man in front of me has a completely different style of handsomeness. It is an aggressive, wild, and dangerous kind of handsomeness.
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