And those people are still arguing in front of the list.
Someone said, "I don't think he looks like that Mr. Jiang. He doesn't even have gun calluses on his hands. How could someone like that have such incredible marksmanship?"
"That's not necessarily true. They're from noble families. Even though they're only barons, their status is much higher than ours! Apart from anything else, these noble children are all top-notch marksmen. Why? Because they have the money to train! Just look at ordinary families. Even if they become genetically evolved, they don't have that much money to even learn marksmanship!"
They all knew that although being a sharpshooter required talent, without extensive training, one's shooting skills would not be very accurate.
As long as you practice shooting, the cost of bullets is not something that ordinary people can afford.
Therefore, many people start practicing shooting after joining the army, because only the army has the opportunity to try it out for free.
Only talented ordinary people can stand out at this time, receive comprehensive training from the army, and have a large amount of guns and ammunition to train with.
But it is different for the children of the nobility. As long as they join those expensive shooting clubs, they will never lack bullets for shooting practice, so they can start practicing from a young age.
As long as you have a little bit of talent and practice for more than ten years, you will be much better than ordinary sharpshooters of the same age.
As for the record-breaking new student in today's surveillance video, it's obvious that he has an amazing sense of guns. He has great talent and must have received a lot of training.
Because the video had been processed, they all thought that the figure was a man, so the Mr. Jiang who had just left was in line with the image they had outlined.
Xia Chujian listened quietly beside him and roughly understood what was going on.
It was his record-breaking code name that made these people guess which new student it was.
I will not take the initiative to claim it. The "Mr. Jiang" just now actually deliberately misled others.
She was a little angry.
Meng Guanghui also understood and said softly, "Don't worry about it. If you want to talk about it, just tell everyone that A1777 is you. If you don't want to talk about it, just pretend nothing happened. The system won't make a mistake and will definitely not record your results under someone else's name."
"Are you sure?" Xia Chujian stared at him, "You said before..."
Meng Guanghui hurriedly stopped her and said softly, "The man just now was only a baron, not that powerful."
"How do you know?" Xia Chujian raised his eyebrows.
"He's using my subordinates' achievements to mislead others, so of course I'm going to investigate him thoroughly. I've just sent his profile to the Special Security Bureau's Information Department, don't worry." Meng Guanghui said without hesitation, "Don't forget, you have the entire Special Security Bureau backing you up. You're not afraid of anyone."
Xia Chujian was satisfied and said, "Thank you, Chief. I feel much better now. I don't want to tell anyone my code name."
She actually doesn't like being famous, but rather likes the feeling of secretly doing things behind the scenes...
"That's right. When working in the Special Security Bureau, you have to be able to endure loneliness. Don't be like an electric water heater, screaming as soon as the water turns on, afraid that others won't know you've boiled a bottle of water."
Xia Chujian: “…”
What kind of metaphor is this?
As expected, Coach Huo is right. Just say what you want to say and don’t use nonsense such as rhetoric or metaphor.
Of course, she did not respond, but quickly adjusted the way she got along with Meng Guanghui.
She must always remember that she is a soldier, even if she is at the lowest level.
Meng Guanghui was her superior, and if she continued to argue with him, it would be considered contempt for her superior. If she dared to do so during the war, she would be shot to death by Meng Guanghui without any regrets.
Meng Guanghui then took her to the supply warehouse to collect daily necessities and clothing.
After listening to the instructions of the registrar, Xia Chujian walked a little further and arrived at the seventh material warehouse.
Sure enough, there are the fewest people here.
But it’s not that there are no people at all.
Mr. Jiang, who had misled everyone in the hall before, was receiving supplies right in front of her.
"Are you Jiang Yongbai? Here is your supply kit." The person in charge of distributing the supplies was an old man in his sixties. He was blind in one eye, but his remaining eye was very sharp.
Jiang Yongbai took his supply bag, thanked him politely, and then turned and left.
At the door, he met Xia Chujian and Meng Guanghui.
Xia Chujian frowned at the red birthmark on his face, then he caught a glimpse of Meng Guanghui's uniform and immediately said with a smile, "Hello, I'm Jiang Yongbai, a new student this year. I'm mainly learning to fly the Aurora-class star fighter."
Meng Guanghui smiled and said lightly: "You should say, report to the leader, instead of talking to me in this tone."
Meng Guanghui was wearing a set of military uniforms commonly used in the army and did not reveal his identity as a member of the Special Security Bureau.
Generally, military combat uniforms have epaulettes and armbands. The epaulettes indicate the military rank, and the armbands indicate the position.
However, the regular uniform only has epaulettes, no armbands.
The shoulder straps showed the military rank, so Jiang Yongbai knew at a glance that Meng Guanghui was a colonel.
This rank is the highest in the entire base.
The chief instructor is the only one with the rank of colonel in the base.
Jiang Yongbai's face flushed instantly, and he immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the commander! Captain Pilot Jiang Yongbai of the 133rd Interstellar Regiment of the First Interstellar Fleet reports in!"
Meng Guanghui nodded and said, "Well, train well."
Then he took Xia Chujian forward to collect the supplies.
Jiang Yongbai didn't expect Meng Guanghui to be so rude to him and was stunned for a moment.
He had checked when he arrived and found that among the new students this time, only ten were of aristocratic origin, and the others were low-level soldiers who had climbed up through hard work and fearlessness of death.
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