Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Because they were so excited to enter the mountain, many students did not check the contents of the package, and naturally they did not expect that the food the instructors prepared for everyone turned out to be compressed biscuits.

At first, several people were reluctant to rummage in the bag, and finally emptied the backpack, and finally realized the cruel fact that there is only one food.

"Damn, how can people eat this stuff? I didn't pay to go to school to suffer." Le Mingyu, who was hot-tempered, was the first to explode, and suddenly raised his hand and threw the things in his hand down the slope. After throwing it, he shouted loudly, "My young master will not play with you anymore. What about the instructor, let the instructor come out, and I will complain to you. Where are the people?"

His roaring and yelling echoed for a long time in the mountains in the evening, but there was still no movement around him except for his own echo.

At this time, several talents calmed down and realized that things were unusual.

Gu Yitong pursed his eyes, stood up and looked around, his face became more and more ugly, "I guarantee with a vision of 5.0, there is no one else around except us."

"No one else?" The faces of the students accompanying him stiffened, and they suddenly panicked, "Where's the teacher? Where's the instructor? Shouldn't they be nearby?"

Gu Yitong stared at the distance, and finally could only spit out three words, "I don't know."

Fang Ye touched his wrist, thought of something, and sighed softly: "Hey, it seems that you can only go out if you find the designated place."

A few students trembled, their eyes and voices trembled, "You mean, in these four days, we have to survive here by ourselves, without a teacher, without anyone's help?"

"Well." Fang Ye pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, nodded and said, "In the past four days, we only have the things in our backpacks."

The words fell, and the other people couldn't help but hug the backpacks in their arms tightly, looking at the gradually darkening jungle around them, their hearts were instantly replaced by fear.

They are all just children from ordinary families. They have grown up under the care of their parents and have never cooked a single meal, let alone self-reliance.

In contrast, Gu Yitong, the four eldest young masters, behaved calmly. Although they had never endured hardship, they had grown up in fine clothes and food, but they were better at having broad vision and precocious minds. In the face of unexpected situations, they would not Too embarrassed.

But now facing a tent, a pile of firewood, and compressed biscuits in his hand, I still feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Among them, Song Ye was the most peaceful one. While everyone else was still in shock, she had already tore open the biscuit packaging bag and ate the biscuit and mineral water silently.

Everyone looked at the delicate and calm profile of the young man reflected in the firelight, the fear and irritability in their hearts were gradually suppressed, and a few students who were still shivering just now also nibbled biscuits.

"You already guessed it, right?" Meng Ziheng turned his head and looked at Song Ye next to him, remembering the strange expression on her face when the instructor was speaking, and he already gave a positive answer in his heart.

Song Ye took a sip of the biscuits slowly, and then said, "Let's use less water, there is still a long time to come." Since the rule is a two-player game, she kindly reminded the other party.

"You were in the woods that afternoon, so you wouldn't let me use water?" Meng Ziheng suddenly remembered the wet tissue.

Song Ye nodded. Although she had water reserves in her space, it was too much to expose the space for these young masters.

Meng Ziheng suddenly realized, and at this moment, he was somewhat impressed by Song Ye.

On the other end, Le Mingyu, who had just thrown away the biscuits, heard this, but his anger suddenly rose, and he got up abruptly and rushed towards Song Ye.

"Stinky boy, you knew the inside story early on, why didn't you tell me earlier?" The other person was tall and aggressive, and he rushed towards him.

Seeing that he stretched out his arm and was about to grab Song Ye's collar, Meng Ziheng also shouted in a low voice, "Mingyu, stop!"

Ke Le Mingyu is like a lit gun battle. He vows not to give up until his anger is vented. There is just a punching bag in front of him, so how could he give up easily. So even if Meng Ziheng stopped drinking, he still stretched his arms to arrest people.

Just the next second, the arm was clasped by a slightly cold hand, and then with a slight push, he felt a burst of pain in his arm and shrank back like a cramp.

Meng Ziheng was also startled, stood up in front of Le Mingyu, frowned and said sternly, "Don't make trouble, Song Ye doesn't know anything."

"I don't know? The ghost trusts him too much. Everyone was drinking water along the way, but he didn't drink a sip of water. He knew that everyone would have to rely on these things for the next four days, but he just watched and said nothing. He clearly did it on purpose, to make us die of thirst in four days." Le Mingyu was staring at Song Ye all the way, so he watched her every move.

At this moment, there was no mineral water in his backpack, and the biscuits were thrown away. The regret and confusion derived from the dilemma of running out of guns and food made him unable to help but blame Song Ye.

"Haha..." Song Ye, who was sitting on the ground, swallowed the last bite of the biscuit, and then laughed lightly, with a sneer on his face, and raised his head: "Did you believe me when I said it at the time?"

"I..." Le Mingyu wanted to refute, but found himself at a loss for words.

The rest of the people also had nothing to say. The rejection of Song Ye along the way was obvious. Even if she discouraged her, most of them would not believe it.

"It's one thing if you don't believe it, and it's another thing if you don't say it..." A student on the opposite side muttered, looking a little annoyed. In their eyes, they are only allowed to hate to exclude others, but they cannot bear to be concealed.

Maybe it was Song Ye who said it at the time, and now that something happened, they would also blame her for the fault.

Song Ye's gaze fell through the firelight and fell on the student on the opposite side. The dark pupils seemed to be able to swallow the flames. It looked a bit infiltrating. Then, in the eyes of the other side, her cold voice conveyed. In the past, "Whether you are dead or alive, it's none of my business."

No one stipulates that they must help each other in difficult situations. The strong should help the weak. These little radishes in front of them are naive, just like the poor asking the rich to spend money to help them, both arrogant and stupid. .

No one expected that a cold young man would say such mean words, and now she is no longer an indifferent and quiet beautiful young man along the way. In her eyes, everyone can clearly see that her coldness towards life, when It's really like a mustard.