Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Min Yu cleared his voice, with a little emotion in his voice: "Uncle, you can get married and have a baby late, but I can't."

Min Ji'an's always unsmiling face shook. He turned his head, looked at his nephew, and raised his thick eyebrows: "Is there an object?"

"The horoscope hasn't been swiped yet." Zhuo Yun next to him couldn't hold back, and muttered.

Min Yu didn't even glance at Zhuo Yun.

Min Ji'an was surprised when he heard this, "Is she a freshman this year?"

Min Yu gave a light hum.

No wonder what instructor came to be. Min Ji'an understood, and asked, "What kind of girl is the other party? What is his family background?"

"She is very good." Min Yu was silent for a short while without saying anything else.

When Min Ji'an heard it, he became interested. His nephew has always been very picky. If he can use the word very good to describe it, it must be very special.

"What's her name?" Min Ji'an's eyes narrowed slightly, he wanted to see what kind of excellent method the other party had.

"Aren't you busy?" Min Yu glanced at Min Ji'an sideways, not afraid of his seriousness, and his voice was as clear as usual.

Why can't I hear the meaning of his nephew, Min Ji'an's face can't be stretched, "No matter how busy I am, I always have to spare time to see a nephew and a wife?"

"The horoscope hasn't changed yet." Min Yu replied with a smile.

When Zhuo Yun next to him heard it, he suddenly felt cold in his back.

He quietly glanced at Min Ji'an, whose brows were frowned, and then reacted with hindsight. The words he had just said might have offended both of them invisibly.

"Shit, which girl looks down on my Min family, it's because her eyes are wrong!" Min Ji'an said.

When the words fell, Zhuo Yun was about to cry, now there are three people.

Miss Huo, I didn't mean it.

Zhuo Yun felt that he had to explain, but when he just opened his mouth to speak, an instructor in charge of military training came over.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yun shut up.

Min Ji'an didn't ask about his nephew again when he saw the people coming by, his face returned to solemn majesty again.

The instructor who came by was the instructor who taught Huo Yao and their department. With excitement on his face, he saluted Min Ji'an and hurriedly said: "During the shooting training, I found a very good seedling."

When Min Ji'an heard this, he asked, "How do you say?"

The instructor kept watching when Huo Yao was practicing shooting, watching all her movements and finally hitting the bullseye, without missing a single trace.

He described what he saw to Min Ji'an, "...This student is definitely practicing shooting for the first time. All her movements and postures are almost the same as when I taught other students, so I can see her The ability to imitate is very strong."

For this kind of target training, ordinary people would only think that Huo Yao's movements are familiar, and she must have practiced it many times.

But for soldiers like them who train every day, every movement can be said to have become a conditioned reflex, whether a novice or a familiar one can almost tell at a glance.

Although the girl looked like a familiar hand, her subtle strangeness still couldn't escape his eyes.

Shooting talents with shooting talent are not easy to find. Among the more than two thousand freshmen, one or two are considered good.

Therefore, he will come to report very excited.