In the large playground of Motucheng No. 2 Junior High School, under the hoarse shouts of the instructors, hundreds of students were sweating profusely under the scorching sun, with bayonets standing everywhere. Every time an order was given, the bayonets in their hands were thrust out in unison, with great momentum. Spectacular.
Under the pressure of annihilation of the country and race, in post-apocalyptic reconstruction areas, in addition to necessary cultural studies, military training has already become a major course, especially for men, who basically have half a day a day. All spent on the playground.
Shooting, weapon care and maintenance, physical training, and cold weapon training, plus a five-kilometer long-distance run with weights every morning, the training intensity is not much better than that of the special forces camp before the end of the world.
With the supply of high-energy food, the teenagers of thirteen and fourteen have grown up early. They are as strong as calves and full of energy. No one is lagging behind in this kind of high-intensity training, and they are adapting step by step.
Zhong Chuqiang practiced absentmindedly in the team, and was a little dismissive of the military assassination skills taught by the instructors. Compared with Boss Luo's sword skills, they were far inferior.
There was no comparison before, and he didn't think much of it, thinking that all martial arts were like this. But now when he practices this new version of the assassination technique, which was edited and compiled by many martial arts masters who have experienced cruel combat after the apocalypse, he feels indescribably awkward. I feel that my strength is nowhere to be used, and often I can't even use three-pointers when I can exert a lot of strength.
However, he has been taciturn, well-behaved and honest since he was a child. He will practice whatever the instructor tells him to do. But apart from dealing with the instructor in class, he never practiced in private. Instead, he practiced the sword skills passed down by Luo Yuan even harder. He hoped that one day, he could become as powerful and fearless as Luo Yuan.
Having spent a lot of time in the cruel darkness, he realizes the cruelty of this world more deeply than most of his classmates. He has no power and can only be eaten by mermaids. Not just mutant beasts, but humans too.
He wants to become stronger, protect himself and the people he wants to protect.
But even if he wasn't careful, his movements were still the most standard, more standard than many students who had practiced for more than half a year or even a year, and his movements were even smoother than the instructor's.
At this time, a soldier in the distance waved to the instructor. The instructor nodded, turned around and shouted loudly: "Zhong Chuqiang, get out of the queue!"
"Yes, instructor!" Zhong Chuqiang hurriedly jogged in a standard manner and left the team.
"You come and lead the team. There are only ten minutes left. At that point, you will automatically disband." The instructor looked at the time and said to him.
"Yes, instructor!" Zhong Chuqiang shouted loudly without any surprise. This kind of thing has happened many times. The teacher is just a part-time instructor. He is also an officer in the guard force. Many times he was called away in the middle of class. However, another classmate used to take over as the substitute, and he was recently replaced.
As soon as the instructor left, the team suddenly relaxed a little. Many people breathed a sigh of relief. The original high-spirited momentum suddenly relaxed. Of course, it was only slightly more relaxed than before. No one made small talk, and no one simply gave up. Practice and rest where you are.
The post-apocalyptic militarized management is not the formalism of the past. Except for a few students with outstanding cultural achievements, a considerable number of them are basically reserve soldiers or armed workers. Real military law is implemented, ranging from persuasion to retreat to serious ones. Even killed directly.
After being bored for a while, when the school bell rang, Zhong Chuqiang immediately announced the disbandment.
The crowd cheered, and the team that focused on collective education still maintained basic order, lining up in a generally neat line, dragging their tired bodies towards the canteen.
Zhong Chuqiang chatted quietly with several familiar classmates:
"Brother Qiang, there is a supply of level four meat paste in the canteen today." A tall man covered with acne said mysteriously.
"Grade four meat, this is a luxury product, how do you know?" A friend next to him interjected with bright eyes.
"My aunt cooks in the cafeteria. She secretly told me." The tall man said proudly: "I heard that a pound of meat powder like this can be sold for 30 pounds of food stamps."
There were sounds of inhaling from many people.
Zhong Chuqiang curled his lips and said nothing. When he was in the wild, he had long been tired of eating this kind of meat. Not to mention fourth-grade meat, even fifth-grade and sixth-grade meat could not be eaten. If you include the price, I'm afraid it's more than 10,000 kilograms of food stamps.
"It's so expensive! I just don't know how much we can get. It's better to get a pound per person!" Some people began to fantasize, and their mouths were watering.
"If a nosebleed doesn't kill you, I guess one or two will be the maximum. I heard that this kind of high-grade food is the most nourishing and aphrodisiac. What you eat can make you **** and burn, and make you miss women." A man wearing glasses The student said in a low voice with a mean look on his face.
"What about women?" This topic undoubtedly hit the young man's G-spot.
"Then you must also miss a man!" Yan Yan raised his head and said enthusiastically. At this time, his glasses lit up: "Hey, Brother Qiang, that green-skinned mutated beauty is looking for you again."
Zhong Chuqiang frowned: "Shut up, I have told you before that she is not a mutant. Forget it, it doesn't make sense to you."
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Girls in the growth period are changing every day, and being parasitized by parasitic moss has accelerated this phenomenon. In just one month, the girl who had not yet bloomed has now become slim and as quiet as a flower. The snow lotus is in bud. The figure is also like blowing up a balloon. It has become bumpy from the original skinny appearance.
The light green skin looks delicate and moist, and seems to exude a gleaming light. People can't help but feel that it seems to be made of jade. The parasitic moss quickly changed her physique, making her completely different, but she also became more taciturn.
The two of them walked aimlessly on the deserted playground. No one spoke for a long time. Chen Jiayi was used to this kind of tranquility, while Zhong Chuqiang was attracted by the girl's beauty and peeked at her from time to time.
He was exactly the age of the young Mu Ai, and his companion who had shared hardships had now become more beautiful and radiant. While she felt strange, it also made him feel tremendous pressure, and he no longer even dared to look at her directly.
Finally, Chen Jiayi broke the silence. She seemed to be in a trance and suddenly came back to her senses.
"Tomorrow is one day off in a month, will you go back?" Chen Jiayi said softly.
"Go back? Go back to Mr. Luo's house!" Every time he faced Luo Yuan, he felt a little nervous and couldn't relax. He subconsciously evaded: "I won't go back. I recently joined the reserve force. I may be on my rest days. Go to the military camp to work voluntarily.”
"Oh, Deng Chao seems to be going too." Chen Jiayi said with some disappointment.
Hearing Chen Jiayi mention Deng Chao, Zhong Chuqiang felt inexplicably uncomfortable and said nothing.
After going to school, he was so busy every day that the two rarely met, but even if they didn't meet, Deng Chao's name would reach his ears from time to time.
I heard that on the first day of school, he was put in solitary confinement for a day because of a fight. He seemed to have beaten the instructor.
But after that, not only did no one look for trouble, but he got along with the instructor who was beaten and became lifelong friends. Even many big shots in the army had seen him admiringly, and it was rumored that he had been booked by the army. Once he graduated and passed the exam, he could Awarded the rank of second lieutenant.
Compared with Deng Chao, who has become a famous figure in the school, he seems to be somewhat unknown. At least few people know that he is powerful.
"Has anyone bullied you recently?" Zhong Chuqiang changed the topic and said, instinctively not wanting to mention Deng Chao.
"No." Chen Jiayi said with a somewhat sad face. Since being parasitized by moss, her physical fitness has improved dramatically. In terms of strength, she cannot even compare to Deng Chao and Zhong Chuqiang. How can anyone bully her
However, no one paid attention to her. Everyone who saw her was like avoiding snakes and scorpions, as if they were looking at a monster. Even people they knew well kept a distance from her. She still remembers that when she was parasitic on the moss. , those people's frightened eyes, perhaps only Brother Luo believed in himself from beginning to end, and would not mind his own skin and moss.
Zhong Chuqiang was not someone who could adjust the atmosphere. After a while of silence, the two of them suddenly stopped talking.
"If someone bullies you in the future, just tell me and I will help you." After a while, Zhong Chuqiang said awkwardly.
"Yes!" Chen Jiayi responded absently, thought for a while and said, "I feel a little out of breath recently?"
"Are you sick?" Zhong Chuqiang said nervously, looking at the light green skin on her face, and quickly looking away.
"It's not that I'm sick. I feel very wrong. I think I should warn you." Chen Jiayi looked at him and said with a serious expression on her originally calm face.