Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 662 Doubt
In fact, it wasn't that Li Zheng had more experience in commanding queues than Teacher Qian, but that Li Zheng himself was one of the students in the queue, and he could see why these people were in chaos.

Teacher Qian's preorder was very long, but just like an allusion in one go, it stopped again and again.

Sometimes, too long is not necessarily a good thing.

Therefore, Li Zheng only discovered one point of this group of students, the approximate average, how much time is it, they are already mentally prepared, and after how long they can't help but wait and see.

If you hit this point, you can make the password just right.

For a top sniper, observing details is one of the required courses.

In Li Zheng's view, this is something he is accustomed to, and he can make a correct judgment without thinking at all.

The assembly in the small auditorium was actually very short. Since it was the last day of registration, all the students had arrived. The head of the school came to meet with everyone, and gave a few simple instructions, and then said a few words of blessing for the successful completion of studies. After that, there will be no future. After that, of course it's about sanitation!
Downstairs in the dormitory, Qian Jun stood in front of the team college of the third district and assigned tasks, next to a pile of hygiene tools.

"Brushes, washing powder, brooms, mops, and rags are all here. For the next year, you will all live here. This is where you sleep. Of course, the place to sleep must be clean. It should be your own nest." Do it like that, make it clean! Let me tell you, our cadre training team belongs to the second brigade, and every week we have to conduct housekeeping and sanitation evaluations. If we do well, we can get a mobile red flag. I hope this red flag belongs to our third district team."

Engaging in queues is a novice, and there are excusable circumstances.

A group of old men in their twenties, it's okay to do hygiene, right?
After Qian Jun divided the tools, he explained a bit more and then shouted: "Dismiss! Clean up!"

The monitors of several classes came up to divide the tools equally, and then scattered back to their dormitories to clean up.

Qian Jun saw that the whole dormitory building was bustling with enthusiasm, and turned back to his room with his hands behind his back to write tomorrow's training arrangement plan.

Back in the dormitory, the ten people in dormitory 203 look at me, I look at you, and look at this not too dirty but not too clean dormitory. All of a sudden, a group of highly educated students don’t know what to do. .

In the end, Liu Feifan broke the silence and said to Li Zheng: "Li Zheng, didn't the teacher say that you are the monitor? What do you think we should do?"

All eyes fell on Li Zheng.

In fact, before everyone had just registered and entered the dormitory, they would chat with each other, introduce themselves and get to know each other.

It turned out that among the ten people, 60% were masters and the rest were Ph.Ds. The only exception was Li, who was actually a graduate student...

Therefore, everyone didn't say anything about Li Zheng being the monitor, but they were dissatisfied in their hearts.

It is no exaggeration to say that these students are talents, and they are definitely top-notch existences in their professional fields.

Any capable person will inevitably have a little bit of arrogance in his heart. Even if his education restricts his behavior, he still can't help showing it at certain moments.

Liu Feifan called "Squad Leader" very loudly, for fear that other people in the dormitory would not know that Li was the monitor.

Listen to the sound.

A thoughtful person like Li Zheng couldn't have heard it.

However, he has always maintained the character of not fussing over trivial matters with others. For some trivial matters, Li Zheng usually pretends that he has not seen or heard them.

What's more, I am indeed the squad leader, and as the squad leader, I have to take responsibility.

Maybe Liu Feifan never thought that this humble little graduate student in front of him is a top-notch sniper, and he can win the most sincere respect even in front of the famous Delta players. One person was responsible for the technical guidance of the entire sniper training team, and he was able to give lectures with confidence in front of a large number of veterans and non-commissioned officers.

What is the number of people in the 203 dormitory?
Others followed Liu Feifan and booed: "Yes, the squad leader, tell me how to distribute the work."

"There must be a scientific plan to get things done. You, the monitor, divide the work, but it must be fair!"

"Yes, yes, be fair!"

It doesn't matter whether it's a booing or a seedling, anyway, it's not a big deal for everyone to watch the excitement, and they just want to see how Li Zheng will direct.

If the distribution is unfair, these guys are very good at picking, and they will definitely point out this is not good, that is not good, this is not good, that is unscientific.

Li Zheng said: "I will take care of the dirtiest toilet, and you will clean the rest of the dormitory floor and table cabinets, and then I will arrange the quilt on the bed and the objects on the table."

Everyone listen, you look at me, I look at you.

There was no way to refute for a while.

The toilets are indeed the dirtiest. After a holiday, there is a musty smell there. Although the dormitory toilets are not as dirty as the public toilets, they are places for excretion, and anyone can hide from them.

"Who has a problem? If you think there is a problem, you can exchange it with me. If you feel that your work is heavy, you can also exchange it with me. I have no problem."

Liu Feifei was the first to express his opinion: "I have no objection, I agree with the division of labor of the monitor!"

"I have no opinion either!"

"Excellent planning and division of labor!"

"Then let's do it!"

Of course there is no comment.

It's a fool to have an opinion.

What's more, Li Zheng also said that he is responsible for the placement of everyone's quilts and objects on the table.

As the squad leader, taking on the heaviest and heaviest work, the people below naturally have nothing to say.

Of course, Li Zheng is not a fool.

Today is the first day of contact and life, and also the first day of taking office. Qian Jun must know his details, so he appointed himself as the class monitor. It is not their fault that the students in front of him don't know.

In the future, this toilet must be established in groups and in turn. The management of the army is similar to that of the military academy, and the model is the same.

The sanitation area of ​​the squadron, the division of each team, the sanitation area of ​​each team, the division of each class, and the hygiene of each class are implemented to individuals and groups.

Just like the toilet, just like helping the kitchen in the army back then, one person takes turns to be in charge of it every day, ten people is ten days, and one person has three turns at most in a month. If there is a problem, there is no way to deny it.

Half an hour later, Qian Jun quietly came to the door of bedroom 203, stretched his head to look inside, then showed a satisfied smile, and backed out again.

Then he wanted to go up to the third floor to have a look. He smelled smoke at the corner of the stairs, and heard someone talking.

"What do you think Li Zheng is from? This kind of education, and it's a liberal arts, unexpectedly recruited?"

"Do you know that he has a background and dare to set him on fire? I think Li Zheng is pretty good. You see, he made the toilet by himself, and all the quilts outside were folded by him. I saw that he looks a bit like a soldier. look..."

"Hey! A graduate student who has been a soldier? That's even more difficult. Everyone knows that when you go back to the soldier and give priority to research, it's utilitarian..."

"You, be careful of people's hearts, right?"

"No, I'm just curious how he specially recruited, hehe, these days..."

Qian Jun didn't say anything, and didn't continue to walk up. Instead, he retreated lightly, but his face became very ugly.

　Ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)