Rebirth of the National Male God

"Just you? Forget it." No need for girls to spray, Bi Xiaotuo on the stage already sprayed, "Okay, the bell rang at 12 o'clock, the New Year's Day party of Huaxing Art School this year officially ended, everyone also Not just thinking about His Majesty, but also applauding and thanking other performers for their support!"

There was a burst of warm applause, the men and women who had performed before came to the stage one after another, and Zhang Nianmeng, who was working in the background, also joined them.

"——" The music of the electric guitar sounded.

The familiar cheerful beat is the school song of Huaxing Art School, and the lyrics and music are all from Huaxing Art School.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw that the person sitting in the musician's seat playing the guitar was Si Huang.

She found that everyone looked at her, raised her mouth, and said warmly to the microphone in front of her: "Everyone sings together...lababalababa~ The morning light blurs my eyes, I feel like a nerve, acting all the time, life is like a A game, aaaa~ let go of your body and mind, break the deadlock..."

This is a song whose lyrics are a bit deviant, but easy to understand and easy to sing and remember, which is in line with the mentality of people of this age.

The students in the whole school sang in unison, and the voice spread far and far, flying as high and high as their current mood.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the end Si Huang was in charge of playing and playing supporting roles for them, but in everyone's eyes, she was definitely the first protagonist.

In the end, Bi Xiaotuo's shouting came into everyone's ears.

"I want to announce here-today, the New Year's Day party of Huaxing Art School ended perfectly!"

"Goodbye classmates, classmates see you next year!"

"Classmates, happy new year!"

This time, no matter how the classmates shouted to save her, Si Huang did not appear again, because she knew that her momentary soft-heartedness would only make these classmates continue to freeze in the middle of the winter night and refuse to go home.

In the end, most of the people still left the playground of the party after Zhang Nianmeng and the others played both hard and soft.

At this time, Si Huang was leaning against a wall, using his mobile phone to send messages to Yu He, Liu Dao, and Grandma Yu to report safety, telling them that he had arrived at H City safely.

Just after the message was sent, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm, "Take you somewhere."

Si Huang moved his wrist.

The other party glanced at her, made sure she would follow, and let go of her hand.

The two boarded the helicopter again.

Sihuang asked, "Where are you going?"

Qin Fan noticed that she was wearing a cotton shirt. When she threw the suit jacket out, it was looted by countless girls, and she couldn't get it back at all. However, Qin Fan himself also wears less clothes. In winter, he wears a pair of long sleeves, and he has no chance to take off his clothes for the other party to dress considerately.

What's more, with the troublesome temper of this child, it may not be worn if given. He thought to himself, seeing that Si Huang was wearing little clothes but kept his face rosy, and he didn't mean to be frozen, showing that his physique was good.

"Have you noticed your own inadequacy for being kidnapped a few days ago?" Qin Fan asked.

Si Huang's eyes moved, and he raised his head to look directly at Qin Fan.

The other party turned to rummage in the boxes stacked behind him, and then handed her a black metal object.

Familiar appearance, people can recognize at a glance that this is a gun.

Sihuang took it. It's a real gun!

Qin Fan understood something when he saw her expression, and said more bluntly: "Empty has potential but no strength, is not good at firearms, has poor jungle combat ability, poor concealment ability, poor fighting ability, poor sneak attack, all aspects of quality are too poor to see ."

Si Huang didn't say a word, and he didn't feel any annoyance at being so belittled, because the man in front of him did have the strength and capital to say this.

"However," Qin Fan turned his words, his eyes softened, "as a new recruit, you are already better than most people."

"Now, tell me, are you interested in traditional military training?"

"Yes." Si Huang finally said, "But I still don't plan to join the army, and I won't give up the filming of "Red Moon" while receiving training."

Qin Fanhu grimaced, "And he said such willful words."

Si Huang lowered his head and fiddled with the gun in his hand.

"Once you make a decision, you can't go back on it." Five seconds later, Qin Fan's voice sounded again.

The corner of Si Huang's mouth twitched, and he raised his head with a smile.

This expression made Qin Fan understand that this bad boy had already guessed his answer, but he was still a little excited that she had finally shown her face in the past few days, but the expression on her face was even colder, "When the time comes, even if you I can't bear the pain, crying and begging me to let you go, I won't be soft-hearted, and I must finish the training with blood and tears."

"Don't worry." Si Huang raised his hand and pointed the gun at Qin Fan, "I will only beat you to the ground and beat you to the ground."

Qin Fan didn't get angry but smiled, "If you have ambition, I'll wait."

The contradiction between the two a few days ago dissipated naturally, and the way of getting along seems to have returned to the past, and there seems to be some differences.

The helicopter stopped at the rooftop parking lot of a club built in the mountains.

Introduced by Qin Fan, Sihuang learned that this club specializes in mountaineering, shooting, archery, and combat training. The forest behind it is occasionally open to play guerrilla gunfights for members. Of course, guns are fake when playing games.

In the middle of the night, there were not many people in the club. Qin Fan, with the card in his hand, traveled all the way to the shooting gallery.

Qin Fan turned on the light, then chose a position, took the training pistol on the stage in his hand, and pointed it forward.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Five shots in a row hit the bullseye.

After doing this, he turned his head to look at Si Huang, "How much confidence do you have in yourself?"

"What do you mean?" Si Huang asked.

Qin Fan: "Let's not talk about hitting me in combat and shooting, how much time do you think it will take you to surpass me?"

"If you don't hide your secrets," Si Huang said, "it will be very fast."

Exactly how fast, but there is no clear answer.

Qin Fan secretly said cunningly in his heart, but he was very satisfied with Si Huang's self-confidence.