Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Mu Yuan was a small team leader. There were eight students below him, and they had been getting along better recently. The few of them formed a circle and looked at the center of the training ground. Jack pulled them to the training ground in South America. The sun was scorching, and the expressions of dozens of students were not very good. Jack had angered the public.

He was too strict!

They could only sleep for four hours a day, eat for twenty minutes, and rest for fifteen minutes. Sometimes they could eat dinner, and sometimes they couldn \'t. They were often hungry. Today, he had taken the students to the depths of the desert in South America. The sniper had set up an ambush at the designated position and drawn a white line. Anyone who touched the white line would have their points deducted. In other words, they were required to be unable to move for eight hours. They could only look at the target and be exposed to the sun. The rest of them had to run for more than an hour in the desert with a load of 40 kilograms. When they returned, they continued swimming, rock climbing, and shooting practice. They did not stop in the middle, which far exceeded their training intensity and caused public anger.

Mu Yuan was also quite angry!

The instructor\'s actions were simply abuse.

​ Mu Yuan had a lot to say to this instructor. The amazement he felt when he first met him had long been suppressed by the devil training these few days. In his eyes, this instructor was as annoying as Abbess Miejue. To think that he thought that a beauty must be beautiful in person and in heart. He was stunned at first sight, but reality gave him a big slap later on.

The beautiful instructor was a man of few words. He only spoke a few words a day and only gave simple orders. It was as if he would die if he spoke one more word. He had a cold face all day as if he had been dumped by a woman. He was unkind, cold, and cruel. Even if the students were vomiting and running away, he would not be moved. His original words were "run if you are not dead. The West Point selection allowed a death rate of 3%."

In other words, out of 100 people in the training, the normal mortality rate of three deaths was allowed. He also viciously added that no one had died in their military training this year.

This taunt skill was maxed out.

Wasn\'t this clearly mocking them for being inferior to their soldiers and saying that they were a motley crew?

This sentence simply angered everyone. When they went to the cafeteria just now, the students had United to kill this instructor. The most infuriating thing about him was that he was very young.

In this batch of students, the oldest was 28 years old, the youngest was mu Yuan who was 16 years old, and there were only a total of five people who were younger than 18 years old. Among them, 40 people were older than Jack, but they were being suppressed by Jack. No one was willing to do so.

How could this group of adults be willing to be commanded by a little brat?

Hence, there was a conflict.

Mu Yuan said,"they are too impulsive."

Even if he wanted to kill the instructor, he should have come up with a detailed plan.

Barton and Borg were both black men. They were tall and strong, and the surface temperature of South America was 39 degrees. Jack was dressed in a training uniform, but he was wearing a hat, a pair of white gloves, and training shoes. His entire person was meticulous, and his pair of ice-blue eyes were extremely cold."Alright, I accept your conditions. However, there is a price to pay for challenging the instructor."

The assistant Instructor took a step forward and muttered,"every year, there are people who seek death ... Listen, the students challenge the instructor. The loser will withdraw from this training. If the student wins, the instructor will leave."

Mu Yuan\'s heart trembled. Were they crazy?

"Alright, we accept!" Barton and Burke looked at each other. They had been in the Special Forces for many years. When mu Yuan was not in his best condition, he did not dare to say that he could definitely win Barton.

Jack took off his gloves slowly. The two gloves were folded neatly and placed aside. His movements were so elegant that he looked like a Noble\'s son instead of a Special Forces soldier."I\'ll give you a chance. Come at me together!"

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Little Jack is so handsome!