A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 Thursday, the weather is fine.

　　 After a day's rest, Lu Li and the others ushered in a new class, called gun reform.

　　 The anatomy class the day before yesterday really brought a deep psychological shadow to everyone in the elite class. Until now, there are still people with pale faces and no appetite to eat.

　　 "Go for a supper at night?"

　　 As soon as Pan Ming walked out of the dormitory, he saw Lu Li and Duke, and immediately stepped forward to invite them.

　　 "Okay, I guess this class shouldn't be so bloody..." Lu Li paused, and guessed: "Maybe it's about some knowledge about firearms?"

　　 After two consecutive deaths, Duke, the optimist, was a little frightened: "Hey, I think it's better not to overestimate the school's weirdness."

　　 "Don't poison milk." Pan Ming shrugged and emphasized again: "Believe my premonition, these two lessons are absolutely easy."

　　 In this way, the three of them walked and talked, and soon arrived at the teaching building, and the empty classroom indicated that they were the only class among the seven classes that was scheduled to have night classes.

　　 However, what surprised Lu Li the most was that assistant teacher Bai Xiao was not late. Some people saw him smiling and standing on the podium, and their expressions turned white again.

　　 "Don't be nervous, my anatomy class will not be available until next week. Come here so late, mainly to take you to the firearms remodeling class."

　　 The words fell, Bai Xiao silently counted the number of people, and after confirming that no one was absent, he said directly: "Class!"

　　 "Good assistant!"

　　 Everyone including Lu Li couldn't help raising their voices when they heard that there was no need to take the **** anatomy class tonight.

　　嘭!

　　 The spotlight flashes.

　　 I have seen more of this kind of scene, and it doesn't feel fresh anymore. The people covered in white light patiently waited for their sights to return to normal.

　　 At eight o'clock in the evening, the firearms renovation class started on time.

　　 A tall, black-faced man wearing a camouflage uniform came to the front of the team.

　　 Duke approached Lu Li and asked with a look of surprise: "Man, isn't this Wu Wei from Class 5? Why did you come to teach us?"

　　 "I don't know, maybe other seniors are busy with their own affairs." Lu Li shook his head.

　　 In fact, the time they spent in this school is not too short. Needless to say, they have also experienced some things firsthand:

　　 For example, there is no teacher that most people recognize, and the teaching work is all done by the senior.

　　 For another example, apart from attending classes, there are no people other than freshmen. Those seniors and elder sisters seem to be living in legends.

　　 At this time, Wu Wei said in a dry voice: "Be quiet, everyone."

　　 "Although some classmates know me, please be patient and listen to me to introduce myself."

　　 "I am your firearms teacher, and I also serve as an assistant in Class 5, from the junior year."

　　 "This month's teaching task is to familiarize you with common modern firearms, so that everyone has a clear understanding of them before the second monthly exam."

　　 Wu Wei looked around at the crowd, his words revealed his vigor and resoluteness, which made people serious.

　　 However, after seeing Lu Li and Duke who violently suppress the troublemakers after his placement test, they feel that this guy seems to have become more powerful than he did.

　　Is the freshman elite class really so important?

　　 These unfathomable seniors must be cautious.

　　 When the two communicated in a low voice, Pan Ming’s voice came:

　　 "Do you know him?"

　　 "This senior, no, teacher...what's his name? He didn't say it."

　　Wu Wei, whose hearing is different from ordinary people, naturally heard this muttering, coughing a few times to cover up the embarrassment in his heart, and then said: "First class, the others wait until the teaching task is completed."

　　The words fell, the surrounding environment began to change, and everyone felt a trance in front of them.

　　 after a moment.

　　 Lu Li was surprised to find that his clothes had changed: a tactical vest, a double-hole hood, and long camouflage pants.

　　 Is this on the battlefield again?

　　 The next moment, he saw Duke and Pan Ming next to him. The costumes of the two should be the same as his own, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

　　 "Isn't this a counter-strike?"

　　 voice came from behind.

　　 Immediately afterwards, someone replied: "This picture seems to be Hot Sand City 2... It's been a long time since I played it."

　　 At this time, an electronic beep sounded in the ear, verifying the two people's guess.

　　[Game: Counter-Strike]

　　【Map: DUSTII】

　　【Mode: Blasting】

　　【5V5】

　　 "Using a 16-win system in 30 rounds, 15 rounds in each half, with camp switching in the middle, and the winning team split a thousand credits equally."

　　 "You have two minutes to arrange tactics and purchase equipment."

　　 "Now start timing!"

　　 Obviously, Pan Ming guessed it right. This firearms transformation class is very easy. You only need to understand the performance of firearms through actual combat.

　　 However, when Wu Wei said that the winner had a reward, the competition and the smell of gunpowder in this game instantly increased countless times.

　　 In school, learning points means money, which can be exchanged for everything.

　　 Once the team wins, each member will receive a reward of 200 points.

　　 definitely a lot!

　　 Participating in a monthly exam is time-consuming and laborious. The rewards are not fixed, and one lesson can get so many learning points~www.readwn.com~ Even in the eyes of Lu Li, this is a cost-effective business.

　　 "I'm familiar with this map, and I can draw it with my eyes closed. Would you like to follow my instructions?"

　　 Duke turned his head and looked at the two strangers. Although everyone is from the same class, they really have no contact with each other. After all, they are divided into classes once a month. Talking about friendship is absolutely nonsense.

"Can."

　　 One of them nodded.

　　 And the taller person next to him did not refuse, but just said: "I am familiar too, but as long as I can win, I can follow your instructions."

　　 Four eyes fell on Lu Li.

　　 "Don't count on me." Lu Li was helpless, and smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I only watched other people play it a few times, and I am not familiar with the terrain at all."

　　 "Game Xiaobai." Pan Mingyan is concise and concise.

"Okay, I hope that none of the people on the other side have been exposed to this game." Wang Liqiang resisted the loss in his heart, and said: "My name is Wang Li. I am good at using all kinds of rifles. I used StG-44 on the battlefield of Arnhem. The assault rifle shot and killed 23 German soldiers."

　　 "Jiang Sheng, close combat is good, he can have various types of firearms."

　　 The slightly taller man paused and said in a deep voice, "Come on, no one doesn't want to get the two hundred school points that are almost given away for nothing, right?"

　　 "I never hold back."

　　 Pan Ming is full of certainty in his words. Although he is not familiar with the terrain, he is confident of his own strength.

　　 "Any position is fine." Lu Li knew that he could not keep a low profile at this time. He pointed to Duke and Pan Ming and reminded: "The three of us have been staying in the elite class."

　　Sure enough, when he finished speaking, Jiang Sheng and Wang Li both had a solemn expression, and they stopped talking, patiently waiting for Duke to make tactical arrangements.