On the second day after the assessment, in the third-year tactical infantry professional class, the old professor was teaching "Basic Design Principles of Chemical Energy Firearms."
In the first and second years of the Business School, most of the courses offered are general courses and practical exercises on specific weapons and equipment. In the third grade, different professional theoretical courses will be offered according to various disciplines. For example, tactical infantry, according to the requirements of the academy, must become a qualified designer of individual weapons or protective gear by the time they graduate.
On the one hand, this is to cultivate higher-end combat talents, and on the other hand, it is also to allow students to have skills after retirement. Today, when star thieves are raging, the military industry is the pillar industry of Xinzheng.
But the old professor’s ambitions seemed to be not limited to textbooks. A sheet of complex formulas appeared on the light screen in front of him, and then he circled a few of the key points and said: "I hope you remember that a really good gun is like an extension of a person's own limbs. We humans have shortcomings. Yes, the same goes for guns. Therefore, design is an art about trade-offs, as well as a philosophy. For example, the rate of fire and accuracy are a pair of contradictions that can never be reconciled..."
Someone below whispered: "The sniper god Chu Jungui..."
"This classmate, please get out." The old professor said expressionlessly, pointing to the door of the classroom.
The student was obviously a thorn in his side. He left the classroom with a playful smile and made a grimace before leaving. The noise in the classroom could no longer be suppressed, and many people whispered:
"He has a new nickname?"
"Is it almost breaking 100?"
"Yeah, these are all sniper machines, sniper machines, sniper machines, sniper machines... They're so funny!"
"This new nickname sounds pretty good."
"I think it's still not as appropriate as a sniper machine."
"This is the boundary between heaven and earth. Get out of the Federation."
"By the way, shouldn't this guy be sent to be sliced first?"
"You are an example of a person born with strong genes, which is exactly what the Celestial Empire advocates. Do you think we are just useless people with stunted genes?"
A student slammed the table angrily, "If it hadn't been for him, we would have passed this test! Now it's great, our grades have all been surpassed by those from Class 53. We fell on the way to the charge, why can't those guys just survive?" The guy’s score is still higher than ours?”
At this time, a girl looked up and said: "These are the rules, don't complain. I do think that the appearance of the sniper god may be a good thing."
"Is it a good thing that our whole class failed in the assessment? Hey, don't tell lies just because someone looks good!"
The girls were not kind either. They filmed the boy who was saying weird things under the desk with a flash of light, and then said nonchalantly: "Think about it, our class 54's original performance was considered low among tactical infantry. The college is going to eliminate a group of people." Students, we are the first to bear the brunt. But it is different now. In front of Chu Jungui, as long as they are tactical infantry, no matter how high or low they are, they are all useless! As long as he treats them equally, we will be back on the same starting line as other classes, which is equivalent to more a chance."
Someone had an epiphany: "Yes, everyone failed anyway!"
Naturally, someone then asked: "How can we make him treat everyone equally?"
The girl pointed to the side: "This monitor has the most say."
A group of people gathered around the squad leader. The squad leader sighed and said with some seriousness: "It's my fault for talking about this. If I hadn't talked too much at the time, we wouldn't have been annihilated. In fact, at the last critical moment, I That loud roar still shocked Chu Jungui. It was just that he didn't say the important point first, which led to his mistake. Judging from his expression at the time, he must have regretted it very much. "
"What's the point?" Someone interrupted directly. Everyone is in the same class, who doesn't know the virtue of the class leader?
"Ten thousand dollars buys life." It seems that the squad leader has learned a lesson.
Everyone suddenly realized it and started discussing.
The monitor coughed a few times, grabbed the conversation and said, "This matter is very complicated. It affects whether we can continue our studies and must be treated with caution. So, I will say a few more words..."
The girl covered the monitor's mouth, pushed him back, and said, "Okay, the monitor has finished speaking."
"What do we do now?"
"Send a bribe?"
The girl was still capable and said: "I want to give you something, but it's not a bribe, it's a deposit."
"Deposit?"
"Just buy him to ensure that you won't let go of other tactical infantry!"
Everyone was enlightened and praised.
The girl raised her voice and said, "Other classes will definitely want to bribe him, so we have to spend a lot of money! I suggest raising funds!"
A round of applause.
On the podium, the old professor was so angry that his face was livid, and the screen was almost broken. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned up the volume, and roared: "Get out of here!"
With a huff, the classroom was empty in the blink of an eye.
The Logistics Department of the Business School is located in a huge building that covers an area of tens of thousands of square meters and is 18 stories high. All logistics, rewards and supplies within the entire Shenzhen Business School are under the jurisdiction of this place. Chu Jungui was currently in an office on the third floor, patiently discussing his performance and bonus issues with a staff member.
Behind the counter was a middle-aged man, with oil on his head, droopy corners of his mouth, and a face as cold as iron. He looked at Chu Jungui with a pair of eyes covered with bags under his eyes, with a calmness that would not change despite the collapse of the planet.
Just by looking at his momentum, you can tell that he is ready for a big battle.
Chu Jungui held the long record sheet with a puzzled look on his face and said, "Everyone in Class 54 was obviously killed, so why is it not considered a total annihilation? An additional 10% reward will be calculated for total annihilation!"
The middle-aged teller man pointed to one of the names and said: "This victory does not belong to you, of course it is not total annihilation."
Chu Jungui called up the information and images behind that name, and remembered that it was the battle team leader who was killed in the end.
"This combat team leader was obviously killed by me, so why doesn't he belong to me?"
The middle-aged teller man called up the final video and fixed it on the scene where the battle team leader patted Chu Jungui on the shoulder and said: "We have already investigated and the electricity that knocked him out came from an electric shock bomb. And this electric shock bomb was his classmate The shot did not come from you, so the result should be attributed to that classmate. So the first reason for his death was self-inflicted; the second reason was accidental injury."
The middle-aged teller man looked at Chu Jungui with eyes like dead fish. His unchanging voice and the shiny light on his head combined to form a powerful mixed mental shock that even the experimental subjects could not withstand.
Chu Jungui felt that several of his functional components were about to have bugs, and the speed of information transmission in the nerves had also dropped by two steps.
Still trying to remain patient and rational, he said gently: "I really killed this guy."
"It's really not true."
"Really are."
"It's really not true."
…
After going back and forth several times, Chu Jungui felt that it was necessary to conduct a self-examination of his language function module. It seemed that he could no longer speak very well.
Chu Jungui forced down the chaotic emotional data and said, "Okay! Even if I didn't kill him..."
"Even if it doesn't, he is not your victory in the first place." The middle-aged teller man continued to show his unique stubbornness.
Chu Jungui resigned himself to not bothering anymore, jumped to the next question, pointed to the deduction item, and asked: "What does overspending on extra ammunition mean?"
"The ammunition consumption exceeded the standard."
"Is it me or the entire Blues squad?"
"That's you."
Chu Jungui pointed at himself and once again felt that the language function module was malfunctioning and his ability to organize language was greatly reduced. He forced himself to calm down and almost restarted.
"I killed 96 targets..."
"95."
"Okay..." Chu Jungui was on the verge of restarting again, reluctantly selecting logical fields from a bunch of messy data, "Even if there are 95, I only used a total of 147 electric shock bombs, is that much?"
"First of all, according to statistics, you consume 149 rounds of ammunition, not 147 rounds."
"It must be 147 rounds!" Chu Jungui's memory is not wrong.
"149, I can't go wrong."
"Okay, 149, you continue."
The middle-aged teller man won another match, but was not happy about the victory. He continued to chase and fight, saying: "So, you consumed far more ammunition than the average. I think it is necessary to deduct the additional ammunition cost to deviate from the quantity. Deducted at the standard rate of 50 yuan per issue."
"What's the average value of other machine gunners?" Chu Jungui felt a little guilty. After all, he used electric shock bombs to dig out gophers, which consumed a lot of ammunition.
"22 rounds." The teller man seemed to be prepared.
Chu Jungui decided to restart.
When leaving the third logistics department building, a notification came from the ID chip, showing that 5,317 yuan in cash had been credited to the account.
Chu Jungui no longer thinks about the specific amount of the bonus and its breakdown. Anyway, it is much more than the original 1,500.
Contentment is a word he has just learned.
But he still wanted to know why the other Blue Army machine gunners consumed so little ammunition.
