Chapter 152 Black Panther Instructor
Tong Wanwan was completely unaware of what Dean and Elvis had said about the temporary instructor.
Therefore, when all the first-grade cadets gathered at the training ground, she was surprised by the sudden appearance of the black-haired man.
The deputy commander looks even colder and harder today.
He lifted his military cap slightly, revealing a deep and handsome face.
His eyes were firm, and he exuded a natural and awe-inspiring aura that moved people from the bottom of their hearts.
"I'm Dean."
The black-haired man announced briefly, "From today on, I will be your chief instructor."
"For a month."
All the first-level students: "!"
When the man was speaking on the podium, none of the four hundred students dared to make a sound.
Everyone stared with their eyes straight ahead and kept their lips tightly closed, fearing that they would be noticed by the deputy commander and become the object of "special care".
But... they stood at attention with awe and fear in their hearts, yet at the same time they couldn't suppress their excitement.
This is the real Deputy Commander who can be seen up close!
The students' blood was boiling with excitement, and they all encouraged each other silently in their hearts: This month, we must perform well in front of Lord Dean!
Only Tong Wanwan was surprised when she looked up and saw the black-haired man for the first time.
What comes to mind...
It was the little black panther who was as silent as a mute oil bottle, but was eating the strawberry coconut milk jelly very seriously.
However, when the little black panther lowers his head to eat, he is also quiet and serious, and does not allow himself to make any "BiaJi BiaJi" chewing sounds.
But... Hei Zai didn't know.
For it, the fact that it likes to eat strawberries is itself a huge contrast.
The collective training grounds consisted of three main areas: Area A, Area B, and Area C, corresponding to Classes A1-3, B1-3, and C1-3, respectively. Each class had the same instructor, though there was a new, more prominent figure on the beat.
They had already learned basic fighting skills last week, and this week they teamed up in pairs to start actual combat.
Not only the students from other districts, but even the strongest class A1 in District A seemed to be energized. Each of them was focused and fought ruthlessly, their efforts so hard that the instructor was astonished.
"You bunch of bastards..." The A1 instructor didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I don't usually see you guys being this serious."
It’s not that I was lazy before.
But in a very obvious contrast, he found that—
Human potential and enthusiasm can indeed rise infinitely at a certain moment.
This opportunity and motivation also came from the students' main instructor for the next month - Dean, deputy commander of the Federal Fleet.
Like Marshal Ives, Lord Dean is also an object of admiration and a guiding light for many military academy students.
There are nine classes in Level 1, but Dean's instruction time is limited.
He would stay in each class for as little as five minutes, or as much as ten or twenty minutes. In order to take care of all classes, his instruction would never exceed half an hour.
For those with great potential, Dean will take a look; for those with good potential, he will give them a few reminders; for those who are capable but do not perform well, he will spend more time teaching them.
But actually…
When we say "teaching", everyone knows what it means - it would be more accurate to change it to "disciplining".
As a well-known iron-blooded commander in military academies and legions, Dean is ruthless when training people.
Every word of his reprimand was like a cold thorn piercing the brain, forcing people to wake up.
"Too slow. You're always thinking about the angle and direction of your attack. Are you performing or fighting? It's all so flashy."
"Think hard and find the techniques and strategies that suit you. If you're small and light, use your nimble footwork and the ability to subtly contain your opponent with your jutsu. On the battlefield, if you go head-to-head with someone stronger than you, they'll only get hurt, but you'll lose your life."
"Your attacks aren't clean, and your retractions aren't smooth. Are you two just doing double calisthenics on the training ground? If you were my students, not only your brains, but any part of your body wouldn't be able to enter the First Federal Military Academy."
For a moment, the only sound in the entire B and C areas, apart from the increasingly heated fighting sounds, was the calm and cold voice of the black-haired deputy commander.
The student from Area A who was eavesdropping next door: So... so strict!
Even though it wasn't Area A's turn yet, they were still feeling terrified and had goosebumps.
Although Deputy Commander Dean did not use any swear words, his reprimand clearly targeted the students' most unnoticed or most vulnerable points that they wanted to hide, and he coldly laid them out.
So blunt that they couldn't refute it.
And the accompanying "poisonous tongue" effect is immediate.
It will expose your shortcomings in front of many people, and while it will be embarrassing, you will be able to correct your mistakes quickly.
But… the effect is good. Whether you want to be the next person to be targeted by a vicious tongue is another matter.
After training classes A2 and A3, when it was the turn of the training ground on the far left, Dean's sharp eyes quickly scanned from left to right.
After a moment, he nodded with satisfaction in his heart.
Although, judging from his current level, what Class A1 showed was still far from up to standard.
But in the first level, among this group of students, this group is indeed the best.
Whether in terms of his level of commitment, fighting skills, or ability to respond during combat, they were much better than any other students he had met along the way.
A quick glance revealed no major issues.
Dean's gaze shifted subtly to Tong Wanwan.
Her opponent in the team is a nimble girl with short hair.
Judging from the skills alone, the two are equally matched.
However, in terms of physical strength, the more the stalemate lasted, the more the girl with short hair showed her struggling side.
Tong Wanwan felt much better, her eyes were determined and she looked energetic, without any sign of fatigue.
Dean's gaze seemed to be just an unintentional lingering at first.
But after he paused for a moment and frowned slightly, everyone noticed where his gaze was.
They were looking at the group of Tong Wanwan, a new girl who had been in their class for a week.
Hiiragi, who was fighting with Tong Wanwan, also clearly noticed the gaze of the black-haired deputy commander, and his heart trembled.
There are still five minutes left until the end of the double battle.
Dean didn't look away, but stood not far away, quietly watching the fight between the two of them until the instructor announced the end.
When Class A1 was waiting with both anticipation and anxiety for the deputy commander to "spray venom" on them, the black-haired man simply narrowed his eyelashes, said "good, keep up the good work", and fell silent again.
A1 students: “?”
Just...that's it?
The next moment, they saw the deputy commander looking thoughtfully at the girl who was standing extremely straight in the crowd.
"Tong Wanwan."
As Dean called out the name, everyone's eyes widened in shock.
What is coming cannot be avoided...
(End of this chapter)
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