Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

"You really have no professional training?"

During the questioning, Master Zhang had looked at An Xia from head to toe several times. Obviously, he did not believe An Xia's answer.

He didn't believe it, there was no way.

An Xia was never a temperament who cared about his vision and thoughts, let alone explain too much for others' disbelief.

Facing doubt, she said calmly: "No."

Teacher Zhang still wanted to ask again, touching An Xia's cold, slightly impatient look, his words fluttered and swallowed back into his stomach.

Instinct told him that he couldn't ask any more.

Ask again, I'm afraid that even his chief instructor will end up in an embarrassing situation where he can't get off the stage.

"The instructors in the institute will see you have to go around in the future." Teacher Zhang sighed, rather helpless. "They are not even as good as the students they teach. Our training."

An Xia frowned, "Wrong, they will feel ashamed when they meet any student."

He looked at some of the instructors who were still running, his eyes were stained with frost, cold and cold, "Just like that, I also deserve to be instructors? A joke."

Teacher Zhang: "..." I want to intercede for the instructors, but I can't say it.

The facts are in front of us, and there is nothing to say.

Several instructors who had come by, who were really in special warfare, were stagnant, and there was no way to take a step.

Being teased by the students, I felt a little uncomfortable.

Look at each other and smile bitterly.

Alas, she was right.

Even if they are not as good as students, how can they still be qualified to train students?

Suddenly, a sharp line of sight swept across, and the brains of a few people hadn't reacted yet, and their bodies responded most instinctively.

With a move, he lined up straight, stood up straight, looked ahead, stood upright.

Appreciation flashed in An Xia's eyes, and it was rare to comfort Master Zhang with a kind heart, "There are also a few good ones, and they are not bad."

Looking along the line of sight, Zongjiao Zhang saw the six upright and pine figures, inwardly, inexplicably proud, and proud of being praised by the leader!

Was praised by several instructors, excited!

It seems that when they were still wearing special warfare uniforms and the highest warrior was named and praised, they were very excited and excited.

They won glory to the team!

The waist is straighter and motionless, even if the cold wind blows his face, his bones are clenched and towering like a mountain.

An Xia also praised Mu Chenyuan, who was silent next to him, "You are stronger than them, the strongest."

So, why are you not level enough?

Was someone wearing shoes?

...

Mu Chenyuan, the captain of the active special forces team who was suddenly named, raised her eyes. She is not polite, she is very sincere.

After a while, the thin lips moved slightly, and the voice was low, like the sound of a piano suddenly rising from the battlefield with bones, calm and eternal, "Thank you."

He didn't know how to answer except to thank.

Zhang Zong patted him **** the shoulder, his face was not so good, and finally became clearer, and smiled: "Xiao Mu, it's good to have you."

Give him a face!

"It should be." Captain Mu cherished his words like gold, and his sharp and handsome face made it impossible for Teacher Zhang to say a few more words to him.

simply……

Zongjiao Zhang, who is in his forties, has been a leader for many years, and his heart is very, very uneasy at this moment.

He has not been a little brother for many years.

but!

He is now the little brother!

It is the younger brother of student An Xia, and the younger brother of instructor Mu who has only been employed for a few days.

Finally, the last instructor also ran five kilometers away, paralyzed and fell to the ground, panting like a cow.

An Xia said indifferently: "Come on, stand for six hours, start."