Chapter 1195: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Four Hundred and Fifty-Eight)

As for why Li Nanheng cared so much about Wan Ke, Feng Ling found the answer at noon.

A group of newcomers ran with heavy loads for so long, and in the end they were so tired that they almost collapsed. Finally, they could go to the cafeteria of the base to rest for a while at noon. Everyone went to the cafeteria in groups of three and four. All kinds of things to talk about today.

Things between men and men have always been impolite, and of course they are also dissatisfied with the assistant instructor's arrangement for today's devil training.

"I don't know what the leadership at the base thinks. They sent such a cold-blooded devil to be the assistant instructor. If I had been asked to run another 200 meters just now, I would have vomited blood and died on the spot..."

"Yes, but this kind of old man has been in the base for a long time. He is probably still an old bachelor. He is psychologically depressed and twisted, and he is habitually abusing people."

When he heard the words "old man", Feng Ling, who was drinking water again at the dining table, choked.

Twenty-seven or eighteen years old, old man?

She suddenly raised her eyes to look at Li Nanheng, who was sitting diagonally opposite, and saw that the man put down his chopsticks at this moment, without expression or movement, obviously sitting there and continuing to listen.

"That's true. Instructor Feng Ling doesn't seem to be very old. The instructors of the rookie team two seem to be in their early twenties. Why did the base suddenly send such an old man? They are so old, and they are not in the base. I don't know how long I've been doing this for so many years, but I finally got the position of a rookie assistant instructor... tsk tsk tsk..."

Feng Ling: "..."

She looked at Li Nanheng again, and saw that there was no anger on the man's face at the moment, and even a faint smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

It's just that it's better not to laugh than to laugh.

Just chills down the spine.

But having said that, in the eyes of teenagers, is twenty-seven or eight years old already?

Seeing that Li Nanheng was about to get up, Feng Ling suddenly picked up a chicken leg from his dinner plate and put it in his dinner plate just as the man's figure moved.

Seeing her move, the man paused and glanced at her.

Feng Ling is not very good at coaxing people, but he feels that those newcomers have been with him for a few days anyway, and instinctively wants to protect the calf, but he doesn't want to make Li Nanheng too angry, so he has to use this unskilled and embarrassing way, He casually threw a chicken leg to curry favor with Boss Li who is worth tens of billions, and at the same time squeezed out a slightly blunt smile: "Boss, eat the chicken leg."

Li Nanheng looked at the chicken legs that suddenly appeared on his dinner plate, and then at Feng Ling's fawning smile, the corners of his eyes twitched.

On the table not far away, those newcomers who didn't know that Feng Ling had lost a chicken leg because of their words were still whispering.

Their current topic has shifted from the new assistant instructor to discussing the various levels of status and class in the base. When it comes to the distribution of instructor positions in the base, although the new instructors are instructors, they are the most basic and the lowest. The lower class, who is the assistant to the rookie instructor, is even the lower class, the lower class, who got into this position at such an age, failed so badly...

Then continue to discuss upwards, until the position of Afeng is discussed, and finally dare not say anything, and then someone tremblingly asks what the identity of the legendary boss Li is.

A few people booed directly, and then lowered their voices and said, "Brother Li is already very intimidating, okay? Keep your voice down, and talk about other things. I don't dare to talk about Boss Li... ..."

Boss Li, who had just been abused by the words of several people for a long time, sat at the dining table expressionlessly, while bearing Feng Ling's awkward but polite smile, while listening to a few idiots pushing him.

In the end, it was Wan Ke and another member of the rookie team. After seeing the faces of Feng Ling and the assistant instructor from a distance, they hurriedly sat at the dining table and coughed in that direction. Seeing Feng Ling's expression, he realized that they were whispering too loudly,

I was so scared that I quickly shut up.

But it's no use shutting up now.

Li Nanheng smiled lightly when Feng Ling took the initiative to put a poured glass of juice in front of him again, and pushed the juice back to her.

Afternoon, devil training, continue.

Too gentle and too used to this group of newcomers, so used to them, one by one, young lads who haven't even experienced the assessment and elimination.

That afternoon, Feng Ling saw the devil who brought him out to train alone... Well, it was even worse than that.

The youth training team under her, that is, the first team of newcomers, collapsed to the ground at four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the end, someone couldn't take it anymore, and when Li Nanheng answered the phone and left the training ground for something, he sat in the camp in a distraught manner, complaining with a sad face: "Does the deputy instructor have so much power? He said to set the rules for us." Just set the rules for us, Feng Instructor, your status has been despised by him! He is torturing us in such a way, there must be a psychological problem!"

Others also echoed weakly there: "This is simply training us to death!"

A few people said in despair: "I'm afraid if this continues, we'll die on the training ground before the screening competition starts!"

Wan Ke has a lot of thoughts: "Since we entered the base, we will receive this kind of devil training sooner or later, so it's okay to break through our own physical limits, just rest and rest. What I'm worried about is that you, the instructor, are too young to be punished by the assistant instructor. You are being bullied by this kind of old fritters, but we watched helplessly. You just settled on our training mode before, and when the assistant instructor came, you broke your original plan, and you seemed dissatisfied, but you didn’t Can't open his mouth to stop... Feng instructor, will he want to seize power and take your position as the head instructor?"

He was actually told by a nineteen-year-old boy that he was too young, and he was worried that he would be bullied by others, afraid that he would be bullied.

Feng Ling curled his lips lightly: "It's not as complicated as you think. This kind of training beyond the physical limit has no other disadvantages except being a little tired. I also experienced it in the past. If I find the point of physical limit early, I can also Break through yourself early, so that when the screening and assessment, if our team can pass five people, then maybe we can pass ten people in the end, there is definitely no harm in having more."

The member who spoke first sat there, sweating and complaining, and said: "It's bad, it's bad, instructor Feng must have been bullied by that old fritter, we've been with you for so many days anyway, you Talking to him..."