After getting married, my husband became my instructor

Chapter 6

The psychological survey class started with cultural studies. When Lin Muchuan rushed into the classroom, Wang Tao had already started teaching everyone.

He called a report at the door and was let in.

There was a vacant seat next to Ye Xun, and he sat down next to him without hesitation, turned his head and looked around, and asked him in a low voice: "Why do you feel that there are so many people missing?"

Ye Xun turned his head and replied: "They are all lying in the infirmary and have not woken up. You are the first one to wake up."

Lin Muchuan was a little surprised. He thought he had been in a coma for a long time, but he didn't expect that there were still people who didn't wake up.

The activator didn't last long, and it only stimulated the physical energy temporarily. It didn't take long for Lin Muchuan to feel exhausted and dizzy. He sat down and rubbed his legs while insisting on listening to the class.

In front of the podium was a huge LCD screen. Wang Tao pointed at it with a retractable teaching stick and said, "The survey psychology is divided into two parts, the survey of the scene situation, and the survey of the behavior of the characters..."

This course is mainly for the study of the survey team, but it is also useful for other military teams. Lin Muchuan did not dare to slack off and listened carefully to the class.

Everyone had just finished running ten kilometers, and all of them were pale and depressed.

Lin Muchuan glanced at Ye Xun next to him, and saw that his expression was normal, as if he was not tired by the intense training at all.

Wang Tao was still lecturing on it tirelessly, when the bell in the classroom rang suddenly, he threw the teaching stick angrily, and wanted to curse at others: "Fuck, I haven't finished talking!"

Someone had a pale face and asked miserably below: "Instructor, is get out of class over yet?"

Wang Tao said with a stinky face: "Take a 10-minute break and go to the training ground to gather for fighting lessons."

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying on their desks to cherish the precious 10 minutes.

Ye Xun took out a piece of paper from the table, and handed it to him: "This is the curriculum schedule sent by the instructor, one copy for each dormitory, please take a look."

Lin Muchuan took it over and looked it over carefully, and found that he needed to complete five training sessions a day, including morning weight-bearing ten kilometers, daytime courses, and random training at night.

The titles of many courses are still very unfamiliar to him. After reading it, Lin Muchuan put the schedule back to him and asked curiously: "What did you fill in for your first choice? I think you ran all ten kilometers today. Finished? Was it red when you took the test?"

Ye Xun nodded, put away the schedule, turned his head and winked at him: "Because I came here once before, but I was eliminated. This time I will learn from experience, and I will definitely be selected into the special service team."

Lin Muchuan was surprised, thinking it's no wonder he was so proficient in finding auditoriums, and his comprehensive ability was still at the top.

After 10 minutes passed, everyone got up and rushed to the training ground, dragging their sore legs, so strong that it made people cry.

Wang Tao was already waiting there, and the second group was taking the fighting class with them. The people who had fainted before woke up because of the activator. After everyone arrived, the two instructors taught them fighting skills together.

"Look at it, how to dial the block and punch."

Facing the opposite person, Wang Tao quickly made a blocking motion with his left hand, and then punched out with a swift and powerful right fist.

The instructor on the opposite side turned sideways quickly and said with a smile: "Old Wang, it's just a demonstration for the children, don't take it so seriously."

Wang Tao is really punching, and he doesn't mean to stop halfway.

Wang Tao frowned and stared at him: "The people I teach are not serious, so how can the people they learn be serious?"

The instructor on the opposite side raised his hand to beg for mercy, and the two stood facing each other again. This time it was Wang Tao's turn to be beaten.

After the two instructors demonstrated the 32 fighting moves one by one, they asked them to practice separately, and each of them found a partner, but they could only find someone from their own group.

There are seventeen people in a group, that is to say, there will be one left to train with the instructor.

Lin Muchuan and Ye Xun stood together tacitly, and when they were about to practice, they suddenly heard a sentence from the side.

"The team leader, come and practice with me."

Lin Muchuan froze for a moment, looked up at Ye Xun, who smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Go, learn more from the instructor."

He nodded and had no choice but to ask Ye Xun to find someone else to practice. He walked to the front obediently and looked at Wang Tao with a tense face, feeling a little nervous.

In fact, he didn't memorize so many moves just now, and he wanted to ponder them slowly with Ye Xun, who knew that he would be executed publicly.

Wang Tao looked at him blankly: "Do you still remember the side kick?"

Lin Muchuan nodded, and the other party asked him to demonstrate again.

He backed up a bit, adjusted the distance, and then reminded the other party: "Instructor, I'm here?"

Wang Tao frowned impatiently: "What nonsense, do you have to tell him in advance when you fight the enemy?"

Lin Muchuan only felt that his instructor was very strict, so he didn't say any more. He raised his fist in front of his chest, and quickly punched him in the face. Lift your elbow and press it hard.

Wang Tao reacted quickly to dodge, and finally met his elbow and grabbed his arm, twisting back hard.

"..."

Lin Muchuan's face wrinkled in pain, and all the strength he had accumulated in his body was released for a while, and his legs were weak and he was restrained by the opponent.

Wang Tao let go of his hand with a sneer: "Fantasy fists and embroidered legs."

Lin Muchuan blushed with embarrassment, the other party didn't give him time to calm down, and continued: "Come again, practice this move for me."

Lin Muchuan pursed his lips and rubbed his sore hand, and performed the move again. The movement was very coherent, but he seemed to have little strength. No wonder Wang Tao said that he was embroidered with fists and legs.

In the end, Wang Tao grabbed his wrist again: "Come again."

Lin Muchuan bit his lips, exchanging moves with his instructor over and over again, suddenly not knowing that in the opposite teaching building, several military officers were sitting in the classroom, supervising the training of everyone on the screen in real time.

There are more than 800 invisible cameras installed in the entire base to supervise their training and daily activities in all directions without dead ends.

Chu Chen used his communication table to control the screen, and the screen switched with a touch of a finger.

"Wang Tao likes this guy very much." He caught him practicing non-stop, and everyone around him began to rest, and he also grabbed Lin Muchuan to practice there.

On the screen, Lin Muchuan's movements are very coherent, and his punches and legs are also neat, but his body is too slender, and his legs have not recovered from the ten kilometers in the morning, so the force of his punches is soft.

He had a leg, and Wang Tao grabbed it in mid-air effortlessly.

The movements of the two were in a stalemate, and Lin Muchuan couldn't break free, standing where he was anxious to jump, and someone had already come to watch them.

However, everyone didn't look at his moves, but quietly admired his figure.

Those slender arms and legs are pitiful to look at, especially when the legs are out, the slender legs draw arcs in mid-air, making people want to grab them just by looking at them.

There is also the small waist, which is tightly bound by the belt, and its flexibility can be seen when you turn around, which makes people worry that it may be accidentally twisted.

An evaluator sitting next to Han Qian suddenly asked, "What did this person fill out in his first choice?"

"Battle group."

Chu Chen passed the initial trial for Lin Muchuan, so he naturally knew his situation, and he also knew that this person had a close relationship with his wife, and the registration form was what Shen Qing asked for from him, and there were numbers on it, so Lin Mu When Chuan's registration form was delivered, he knew it immediately.

However, the military group has its own rules, and he will not give Lin Muchuan special treatment just because he is a friend of his wife, let alone he is not familiar with the other party.

The reviewer curled his lips and shook his head: "The image of the whole person doesn't look like the material of the combat team, the secret service team can think about it..."

Han Qian next to him had a cold face, got up suddenly, and walked out with heavy steps without saying a word, leaving a few people behind.

On the training ground.

Wang Tao made things difficult for him with this move for a long time, until Lin Muchuan felt that he could fight with his eyes closed, and Wang Tao prepared to practice him with another move.

"This move basically counts as your pass, the next move..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from far and near, and a deep voice sounded: "Lin Muchuan."

The two turned their heads to look over, and saw Han Qian's tall figure standing behind, staring at him with a gloomy expression, and ordered: "Come here."

Lin Muchuan was startled, wondering why he suddenly called himself during training, or did he go back on his word and not let himself stay here?

He glanced at his instructor, then walked over reluctantly with his head down, wringing his hands tangled, and whispered: "Instructor... what's wrong?"

Han Qian took off his military cap and put it on the ground, then straightened up and looked at him: "Come practice with me."

God knows that he watched his training through the screen just now, and he felt depressed while watching.

Han Qian was really upset that this soft-waisted and thin-legged guy was surrounded by so many people.

How could this training uniform look like this on Lin Muchuan?Whoever designed the clothes came out and got beaten!

Lin Muchuan was taken aback by him: "Practice with...with you?"

Han Qian frowned and gave him a displeased look: "Why, I'm not as good as your instructor?"

"...No." You speak, who dares to refute.

Lin Muchuan thought aggrievedly.

Wang Tao over there smiled in his heart.

You see, even Commander Han can't bear to see his flamboyant fists and embroidered legs, so he is about to come and guide him personally.

Han Qian led him to the side, distanced himself from the trainers.

Twisting his wrist, his amber green eyes stared at him: "Go out."

As he spoke, he pointed to the side of his neck: "Towards me."

Han Qian was very tall, a head taller than Lin Muchuan, which meant that he had to lift his legs very high to kick up.

Taking a breath, Lin Muchuan backed up a little, gesturing the direction and angle in his mind, then raised his fist, separated his legs and turned around, quickly raised his legs and drew an arc from the side, sweeping to the opponent's neck.

Han Qian kept a cold face from the beginning to the end, when the slender leg swept over, he stretched out his hand and clasped his ankle accurately.

Lin Muchuan's legs froze in mid-air, and the attack stopped suddenly, and he couldn't stop it, so he could only maintain such an awkward posture.

Han Qian instructed him in a stern tone: "Your legs are not strong enough, and the strength is not right when you step out. It's not that you need your legs to be strong, but you need to stretch your strength here."

He said, pointing his finger under his calf, and then slid to his ankle.

"Sink your strength down, understand."

"Understood." Lin Muchuan lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, his ankles were itchy.

"Of course, each move has a different force point when it is released, and you have to think about it yourself."

Han Qian let go of him as he spoke, and continued with his usual expression: "I'm trying to kick straight."

Lin Muchuan's legs were a little sore, he stomped lightly to relieve it, and then obediently kicked his legs and punched.

Han Qian dodged sideways without changing his expression, and when Lin Muchuan couldn't hold back his momentum and rushed forward, he pulled him into his arms, hugged him from behind, and wrapped his arms around his soft waist, He warned in a low voice: "In the future, if the belt is so tight again, I will mark your life score as zero and let you go home."

Lin Muchuan was frightened by his behavior and panicked, there were so many people watching beside him, what was Han Qian doing!

He didn't know that the two of them turned their backs to everyone at this time, and everyone thought that the chief instructor was teaching Lin Muchuan to hug and throw.

At the same time, in the classroom of the teaching building, the smooth picture on the screen suddenly flashed and turned into a full screen of electric waves.

The reviewer looked at the monitoring screen strangely: "What's going on? The signal is unstable, is the camp testing warships again?"

Chu Chen shrugged: "Maybe, the test flight over there will affect the signal transmission of the entire Pumi, normal."

On the training ground, Han Qian hugged his wife and cheated for the first time.

He has the highest authority of the entire training base, cutting off the signal is just a matter of manipulating the communication table with his brain.

He locked the person in his arms, and continued to breathe behind his ear: "Huh? Did you hear that?"

Lin Muchuan was angry and ashamed, turned his head to stare at him with flushed face: "You...you are making trouble for no reason!"

What does it mean to count your life score as zero when you fasten your belt?Where is such a thing!

Seeing his angry and strange eyes, Commander Han couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, his mood immediately improved, he let him go lightly, then walked around in front of the person, bowed his head to untie the belt on his body.

Lin Muchuan panicked even more, and held his hand: "What are you doing?"

Han Qian pushed his hand away, continued to move, and said calmly: "Let me show you the standard."

Lin Muchuan froze and let him untie his belt, loosen it and fasten it again. He couldn't help but turn his head guiltily to see if others had noticed this place.

Fortunately, everyone was busy practicing, and under the supervision of the instructors, they didn't even dare to bend their waists, let alone pay attention to them.

Even if he saw it, he only thought that the chief instructor was practicing hand in hand. Commander Han is so cold and stern, what can he do to recruits.

If Lin Muchuan knew what they were thinking, he would have to gnash his teeth in his heart to refute.

I don't know how bad it is for this cold and stern person to use officials to threaten him in private.

Han Qian didn't know what he was thinking, so after re-tying him, he looked at the belt hanging loosely around his waist and nodded in satisfaction.

"See, we will follow this standard in the future."

Lin Muchuan lowered his head to look, dizzy, isn't this the same as no tie, it's fat and big, it seems that the waist is almost as wide as the shoulders.

Han Qian didn't care so much, and returned to that serious look in a blink of an eye: "Back to group training."

Lin Muchuan bit his lip and glared at him, then turned around and ran back to his group, leaving Commander Han alone to reflect on those water-blue eyes.