You've already received a first-class merit award, why are you pretending to be a new recruit a

When Xiao Longteng's name was read out, the study room fell silent for a moment.

Chen Jingxing couldn't hold back and whispered something.

"Brother Xiao, you got a perfect score so easily."

Wang Dashan turned around and pointed at him.

"Eighty-four, shut up."

Chen Jingxing pulled his chin back.

In the second class's line, Sun Ming paused for two seconds with his pen, then lowered his head and wrote a few more words.

Chen Fei turned his head to the side.

"Write what?"

Sun Ming lowered his voice.

"One more competitor has emerged."

Chen Fei shoved the test paper back into his hand.

"Don't just stare at people. We'll be getting our guns later; even a perfect score can't save you from shaky hands."

Sun Ming sat up straight.

"Reporting to the squad leader, I know the procedure by heart."

Lei Zhan put the test paper away and didn't elaborate on the perfect score.

"Being theoretically competent doesn't mean you can actually handle a gun."

He pointed towards the doorway.

"The entire company is to move out and assemble outside the armory."

Once those words were spoken, the energy in the study room could no longer be concealed.

It's really time to handle a gun.

Wang Dashan first swept the first class.

"Listen carefully, everyone. Once we're out of the study room, anyone who gets too excited will need to be asked to calm down."

Chen Jingxing answered quietly.

"Is doing push-ups a good way to calm down?"

"Would you like to experience it ahead of time?"

"Report: No, I don't want to."

The team was led to the armory, where a sergeant was already waiting by the door.

Two police officers stood on either side of the station, each holding a record board.

The armory door was not yet open.

The new recruits could only see the red line at the entrance and the waiting area marked on the ground.

The sergeant raised his hand.

"From now on, collect your training rifles by class."

"Inspect each person's military appearance, discipline, carrying status, and operational procedures."

"If there's a problem, deduct points from the individual's reminder score first."

"The problem is serious; payments are suspended."

The queue tensed up immediately.

Wang Dashan lowered his voice.

"Class One, don't think about guns yet. Get yourselves sorted out first."

The inspection will begin with Class Two.

Sun Ming was in front of the line, his hat brim was straight, his belt was flat, and his backpack straps were neatly pressed down.

The sergeant stopped in front of him.

"Collection Process"

Sun Ming immediately spoke up.

"Report, proceed as ordered, confirm the safe direction of the muzzle, receive the weapon with both hands, remove your finger from the trigger, check the weapon according to the command, confirm it is unloaded, engage the safety, keep the muzzle in a safe direction, turn around and return to your unit."

I memorized it all in one go, pausing precisely at each step.

Several new recruits in the back row of the second squad straightened up a bit.

Just as Sun Ming was about to turn his head towards Class 1, Chen Fei whispered something from behind.

"Look ahead."

Sun Ming immediately corrected himself.

Class 2 lost badly in the five-kilometer race just now, and now someone needs to lift their spirits.

Sun Ming's perfect score is definitely worth mentioning.

The third shift then stepped forward.

Li Qiang acted quickly.

Upon hearing the command, he stepped forward, took the gun, checked it, and turned around—a process he completed faster than the others before him.

Before the sergeant could speak, Zhao Hai shouted first.

"Li Qiang".

"arrive!"

Speed ​​is not scored.

Li Qiang shrugged.

Zhao Hai continued to pressure him.

"Stability is the key to training performance."

"Yes."

Li Qiang stood up straight again, the gun barrel pointing straight ahead.

But the squad leaders around him remembered that little snatching motion.

Wang Dashan turned his head to look at Class 1.

"Did you all see that? If you dare to imitate him, I'll make you practice the procedure while holding wooden sticks."

Chen Jingxing subconsciously responded.

"Report, are the wooden sticks numbered?"

Wang Dashan glared.

"Chen Jingxing, step forward."

Chen Jingxing had only taken half a step when the sergeant had already walked in front of the squad.

He stopped in front of Chen Jingxing and pointed his finger slightly at the buckle on Chen's right side.

"The snap fasteners weren't tightened properly."

Chen Jingxing looked down and his face froze.

I was in such a hurry when I came out of the study room that the end of the buckle on the right side was sticking up by half a finger.

The sergeant made a note on the record board.

"Class 1, Chen Jingxing, not strictly adhering to regulations, personal reminder to divide into groups once."

Chen Jingxing, stand at attention.

"Report, immediate rectification."

Wang Dashan didn't say a word in his defense.

"You exposed the problem this morning, and now the disciplinary officers have exposed it again."

Chen Jingxing muttered to himself as he pressed the button.

"This falls under the category of continuous exposure."

"One more thing: extra practice will continue until lights out."

Chen Jingxing immediately shut up.

The guy at the back of the line had sweaty palms.

He clutched the notebook in his hand, the edges of the pages crumpled.

Xiao Longteng stood in front of him without turning around.

"Think about the process first."

Liu Hai's throat moved.

"Brother Xiao, I'm afraid that if I touch a gun later, my mind will go blank."

"Think about it now."

"Don't point the gun at people, don't touch the trigger without orders, and inspect the gun before accepting it."

"Let's do it one more time."

Liu Hai did it again.

Xiao Longteng added a sentence.

"Don't reach out before your hand touches the gun."

Liu Hai quickly put his hand back into the seam of his pants.

"Yes."

Class one began collecting them one by one.

Li Lei was the first to step forward.

The movements were slow, but each step was performed according to the commands.

Wang Dashan didn't scold him.

That's considered passing.

Zhang Qiang is the second one.

During the gun inspection, he pulled the bolt one extra time.

The instructor immediately reminded him.

"Follow the procedure and complete it in one go; do not make repeated or unnecessary movements."

Zhang Qiang's face flushed.

"Yes."

When it was Chen Jingxing's turn, he was visibly excited.

When I caught the gun, my hands were so tense.

The instructor handed him the training gun.

"The direction of the gun muzzle."

"Report, security direction."

"Inspect the gun."

Chen Jingxing completed the task according to the instructions.

The movements weren't exactly graceful, but they were correct.

"Return to the team."

Just as he was about to turn around, his right hand, carrying the gun, moved slightly.

The muzzle almost veered to the side.

Wang Dashan roared out.

"Chen Jingxing!"

Chen Jingxing was stuck in place.

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Longteng stepped out of the queue by half a step.

He didn't reach out.

He simply stood outside Chen Jingxing's turning route, blocking that path.

Chen Jingxing was blocked and could no longer continue turning due to inertia.

The gun barrel stopped at the edge of the safe zone.

There was no crossing of the line.

The instructor paused his raised hand, then lowered it again.

The sergeant's pen hovered over the record board, not falling immediately.

Wang Dashan walked up to Chen Jingxing, his voice even deeper than before.

"You have the gun in your hand, where's your brain?"

Chen Jingxing's face turned pale.

"Report, I'm on edge."

"Does being nervous cause you to randomly point a gun at the barrel?"

"cannot."

"Let's do the return-to-team movement again."

"Yes."

Chen Jingxing turned around again according to the command.

This time, the gun was always pointed in a safe direction, and I was a beat slower in my steps.

No deviation.

Wang Dashan looked at the sergeant.

"It's time to deduct money."

The sergeant bowed his head and wrote.

"Class One, Chen Jingxing, one reminder for critical gun control."

Chen Jingxing tensed up when he heard the word "critical".

If it really becomes a matter of pointing the gun at someone, today won't be a reminder.

Training is suspended.

He returned to the queue, his voice much quieter.

"Brother Xiao..."

Xiao Longteng didn't look at him.

"Steady the muzzle first."

"Yes."

It's Liu Hai's turn.

As he walked forward, he didn't dare to put full weight on his right foot, and he rubbed his palm against the seam of his trousers.

Just as Wang Dashan was about to curse, Xiao Longteng whispered two words first.

"Don't rub against me."

Liu Hai immediately stopped.

The instructor glanced at him.

"Step forward."

Liu Hai walked to the front of the line.

"Catch the gun."

He didn't reach out beforehand.

He only caught the gun with both hands when it was brought to him.

"Inspect the gun."

The movements are slow.

The lever is a bit stuck.

The instructor didn't urge them.

After finishing the process, Liu Hai's voice was strained.

"Report, weapon inspection complete."

"Return to the team."

He turned around a beat slower than the others, but the muzzle of his gun remained pointed in the designated direction.

This time, Wang Dashan didn't scold him, he just made a comment.

"It's better to be slow than chaotic."

Liu Hai returned to the back of the line, his hands still trembling, but he steadied his gun.

Chen Jingxing lowered his voice.

"Comrade Liu Hai, your slow motion is quite safe."

Liu Hai is very serious.

"I dare not go fast."

"That's good, I was just quick."

"You almost died."

Chen Jingxing shut his mouth.

That hurts.

Finally, it was Xiao Longteng's turn.

He walked forward at a leisurely pace.

Line outage.

Stand still.

Wait for the password.

The instructor handed over the training gun.

Xiao Longteng caught the gun with both hands, and the muzzle did not sway.

My finger is on the outside of the trigger guard.

"Inspect the gun."

Pull the lever back.

Confirm the interior of the chamber.

Reset.

Insurance.

The gun barrel returned to a safe position.

There was a pause at every step.

It stopped just enough for the inspection.

No rushing, no dragging, no extra action.

When he turned back to his unit, he avoided the people next to him by taking the correct route, and he did not change the angle of his gun.

The instructor paused for a moment as he flipped through the register.

This action is not something a new recruit should do when receiving a gun for the first time.

Even ordinary veterans retain a few habitual actions.

Xiao Longteng did not.

He removed all the unnecessary steps, leaving only the teaching process.

Lei Zhan stood to the side of the armory door without saying a word.

He focused on only one place.

Xiao Longteng's index finger after returning to the team.

It's still outside the trigger guard.

Wang Dashan also noticed it.