The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

"Report to the instructor, we wereted time because of this."

Si Niannian first stood at attention to say hello, and then took out the card.

The instructor raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, his face softened a little, and there was even a little appreciation in his eyes.

"Well, the two of you are good. Not only are you talented, but you also have brains. You are meticulous in your mind. You have discovered and found the hidden mission. Okay, put away the mission card, go back to wash each other, and then gather at the restaurant."

"Yes, Instructor."

...

When Si Niannian and Guan Bao finished changing and washing and came to the restaurant, the others were eating.

Seeing the two of them, their movements stopped.

"Instructor, they came back so late, and it has already exceeded the stipulated time. Why can they still come for dinner?"

"Yeah, didn't you say that you will be punished if you can't finish it?"

"Hey! I thought I could get rid of these relationship systems in high school, but I didn't expect it to be the same. Who dares to punish the little princess of the Si family?"

It was still the two girls who had just fallen down.

Not only them, but also the faces of other boys are not very good-looking.

Those who can be admitted to Qiming may not necessarily have a good family background, but they must be highly talented and strong. The most worrying thing for such people is that those who are not as good as them will easily surpass them by relying on their family background and background.

The instructor also changed his clothes, still in camouflage, and his face still had no expression.

"Wrong, in fact they are the ones who actually finished today's training."

"What?" Everyone looks at me, I look at you, and the dissatisfaction in my heart jumps up, "Why?"

"We were the ones who ran to the dormitory first, so why are they the ones who completed the task?"

"Yeah, is our hard work being obliterated because of those black box operations that can't be put on the table?"

"I didn't expect that Qiming, the No. 1 player in the country, would be like this. If I knew this, I might as well go to an ordinary high school in the local area, or come here to be angry."

All of them were born with a little talent and were complimented and pampered when they grew up. Who doesn't have a temper?

As soon as the plate was thrown, many people stood up with a crackle.

"Today, instructor, you must give us an explanation, otherwise we will not read it."

"We're going to the Education Bureau to file a complaint."

"And the Star Appraisal Bureau."

Si Niannian wanted to explain, but was pulled over by Guan Bao, "I heard that there is a time limit for meals during military training, do you want to go hungry?"

Guan Bao ordered two meals, dragged Si Niannian to a corner and sat down to eat.

"Well, this pork ribs tastes good."

"Scallions and tofu are also delicious."

"This shrimp is a little smaller."

Si Niannian glanced at Guan Bao and began to eat seriously.

The attitude of the two made those students even more angry, and a few more people stood up to protest.

The instructor glanced around, nodded, and rarely smiled.

"Okay, they are all very strong and don't miss it, right? There is a bus that can take you back to the city on a 18-kilometer walk."

The students were stunned.

"Eighteen kilometers?"

"Where's the bus we took when we came?"

The instructor's smile subsided, "Everyone drove away. After a month, when the military training is over, someone will drive to pick you up."

"This..." Some students hesitated.

"What is it? Isn't it the 18-kilometer road? We ran almost as much in one day today."

"Yes, we can't accept such unfair treatment, otherwise who knows what disgusting things will happen in the future?"