"Have you heard? What Brother Ping taught in the science class yesterday was extraordinary!"
"Who doesn't know yet? After class yesterday, that boy Du He boasted for a while, talking about mechanics and the principle of leverage, and how he would be able to carry a cauldron after he completed his studies."
"What do you think Brother Ping will teach us today?"
"I don't know, but Brother Ping seems..." Fang Yiai hesitated and said, "It seems that the force value is not very high!"
"Don't you understand this? Who said that all those who lead troops in war are strong generals? Look at Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, who is unparalleled in martial arts in the world, but didn't he still lose to Han Xin?"
"It seems to make sense!"
These cowards were no different from before class. They started chatting while sitting in their respective seats waiting for the teacher.
However, as Tang Ping entered the classroom, the entire classroom became quiet.
Everyone looked at Tang Ping expectantly, wanting to see what he would teach today.
"Actually, I don't know how to fight!" Tang Ping told the truth as soon as he arrived. Regarding war, he couldn't even talk about war on paper. At most, he could play games like Three Kingdoms, StarCraft or Warcraft.
"If you want to talk about the art of war or something like that, I guess your dad here must be better than me!"
Tang Ping really couldn't teach the art of war. Everyone knows about Sun Tzu's art of war. As for the thirty-six strategies, Tan Daoji, a famous general in the Southern Dynasties, had already proposed this concept, but it has not been written into a book yet.
Tang Ping bought a batch from the Internet. When the time comes, he can give them to Li Jing, Cheng Zhijie, Li Ji and others one by one for them to study on their own, and there is no need for him to teach them himself.
He has never underestimated the people in this world. He believes that if these famous generals of the Tang Dynasty are exposed to the art of war, their understanding will definitely be more thorough than his.
So what he can teach is actually something that is not yet systematic in this world - special operations.
Of course, Tang Ping wasn't just walking around with 500,000. He also followed the script for this kind of thing. For this reason, he went to the bookstore and bought books such as "Special Forces Training Manual" and "Special Agent Training Manual".
Looking at the four big words "Special Operations" on the blackboard, Cheng Chumo and the others below were also a little confused.
They know about combat, but what kind of combat is this special operation?
Then Tang Ping began to write and said: "Special operations can be divided into the first mission preparation, the second to go deep behind enemy lines, the third to observe, track and counter-reconnaissance, the fourth to collect intelligence, the fifth to combat operations, and the sixth to eradicate. Traces, Seven Steps to Retreat and Escape.”
Cheng Chumo raised his hand, Tang Ping looked at him and nodded: "Tell me, Chumo, what's the problem?"
Cheng Chumo stood up and asked, "Director, isn't this just fine work?"
Tang Ping nodded again and motioned for him to sit down: "What you do may be similar to that of Xizuo, but what I teach you now is a little different because you have to use some different tools!"
After speaking, he took out a backpack and placed it on the table.
The students below stretched their necks to see what he was holding.
Now, except for Cheng Chumo and others who knew Tang Ping before, everyone else also knew that he had an extraordinary background and could often come up with some good things, so their eyes were full of expectation!
"Who comes up to try it? I'll tell you what these things do!"
As soon as these words came out, the cowards below all jumped on the spot and raised their hands.
"Me! I'm coming!"
"I'll come, I'll come!"
Tang Ping looked at these over-energetic guys with a headache and wondered whether he should give them more physical classes in the future.
In fact, he gave these things to these guys, and these guys would only have a small chance of using them, but he felt that after these things were spread, when these cowards grew up and could lead the army, they might be useful.
"Cheng Chumo, come up!"
Cheng Chumo was called here not only because the two were familiar with each other, but also because... this guy was solid.
"Hey!" Cheng Chumo stood up, glanced at the other people in the class provocatively, and then walked onto the podium with his head held high and his chest held high.
Tang Ping first took out a piece of clothing from his bag. He asked Lao Cui's good friend, Widow Wang, to sew it. The material was ordinary linen, but the style was based on modern combat uniforms.
"Here, put on these clothes!" Tang Ping picked them up and compared them with Cheng Chumo's. They found they were about the same size.
But who knew that when Cheng Chumo, who was so proud just now, saw Tang Ping take out his clothes, he immediately became frightened and asked timidly: "That... curator, I... yes, I am a little sick and have a cold. Can I I have to change it, or I will change my room with Yiai, who is almost the same size as me!"
"Uh-huh!!!"
Others below booed, and some even shouted jokingly: "Cheng Chumo, what are you afraid of?"
"That's right, don't act like a bitch!"
Tang Ping was also surprised. Cheng Chumo, who was usually straightforward, why did he start to look like a mother-in-law after asking him to change his clothes?
I also got wind chill. When I came here in the morning, I saw this guy shirtless and Fang Yiai playing with the horizontal bar on the edge of the playground of the new school. You have to believe me if you say you got wind chill!
"Hurry up, you said you wanted to come up. Why are you backing out now?"
Tang Ping patted his clothes on his body. Cheng Chumo looked at the audience, gritted his teeth helplessly, and took off his outer blouse first.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There was a burst of laughter throughout the classroom, because everyone saw that Cheng Chumo was wearing a bright red short coat under his blouse.
It looks quite festive.
In fact, the main reason is that Cheng Chumo is too lazy. Usually the maids have to wash clothes and pants at home, and the mother-in-law is washing them. How can it be his turn to wash his own clothes?
So this time he brought a lot of clothes, and planned to wait until the two days of vacation after every five days of study to take the clothes back and wash them.
But who knew that he was too active now. He had to sweat several pieces of clothes every day. Finally, he prepared clothes for five days. By the second day, he had no need to change. He only had this red one that his mother forced on him. Short coat.
This morning, after a shirtless horizontal bar competition with Fang Yiai, I found this red shorts when I returned to my room.
In the past, he would probably have picked out one of his dirty clothes and worn it, but these past two days, he took a shower in the shower room of the new school every day and used the toiletries provided by Tang Ping. He consciously felt that he smelled good. .
Everyone has a love for beauty, even rough guys like Cheng Chumo are no exception.
Now that you ask him to wear those sweat-stained clothes, he can't bear it, so he bites the bullet and wears this red short coat underneath, thinking that no one can see it anyway.
But who would have thought that when he volunteered to go on stage, the first thing he did was to change his clothes.
"Why are you laughing? Why are you laughing?" Cheng Chumo was a little annoyed: "Fang Yiai, you are still laughing, don't think I don't know, the pants you are wearing today are all red!"
