"Excuse me, I can walk, run, jump, but I can't roll. Would you like to demonstrate, instructor?" Before leaving, Jing Ling didn't forget to talk. Seeing the instructor's two thick eyebrows squeeze together in an instant, and raised his arms, The camouflage short sleeves couldn't cover his stretched muscles, so he ran decisively, waving his hands while running to attract hatred. Sure enough, after a while, I heard the instructor's angry roar from behind, "Little bastard!"
The training ground of the troops is a standard 400-meter runway, and the 0 lap is 8 kilometers. Now most students are panting like dogs even after running 800, directly increasing the amount by 10 times is tantamount to murder. But this is not a problem for Jing Ling at all. After all, he is a person with a perverted physique that has been strengthened by the system. In addition, the career plan of one of the heroines he has coached is to become the queen of track and field. The master's coach knows all kinds of training methods well, and he can run a marathon, let alone 8 kilometers.
Before the long-distance run, he should have done enough preparatory exercises, but the instructor was a little irritable at the moment he provoked him, and Jing Ling also saved this step. Jog along the track at a constant speed, swing your arms forward, and adjust your breathing balance. Take three steps, one exhale, three steps and one inhalation.
The army does not allow mobile phones, and he has no habit of wearing a watch. But after sending the girl to the infirmary just now, when I came back, I glanced at the wall clock hanging on the wall. The time was 3:50, and I talked to the instructor for a while, and it was considered that I started running at 4:00. The dinner time for the troops is 6 o'clock, and there are still two hours, a total of 10 minutes, which is very generous.
Jing Ling was not in a hurry at all, and jogged down in one lap, which took 5 minutes. When passing by the instructor, I heard the other party sneer, "Slow to death, are you a tortoise!"
He pushed back without any disadvantages, "I'm sorry I don't read much, and I don't know that there is a turtle. And, are you stupid? I'm running 8 kilometers instead of 800 meters, okay. Running too fast is a waste of energy. "
Unsurprisingly, the instructor was so angry that he scowled at him and flew into a rage.
The first lap is still 5 minutes. When passing by the instructor this time, the other party did not continue to talk to him, but gave a cold snort to express his attitude.
The 3rd lap, the 4th lap, the 5th lap... Until the first lap, Jing Ling still maintained a speed of 5 minutes per lap, as accurate as a machine, and her face was breathing smoothly as usual, only a few strands of sweat on her forehead were wet His hair proves that he is indeed in motion.
The instructor was finally willing to look him in the eye. When Jing Ling passed by him this time, the instructor asked, "Do you usually exercise? How long have you persisted?"
The original owner didn't have the habit of exercising, but Jing Ling did. No matter how busy he was, he would spare a few days a week to run. "It's been a few years." He said casually, and continued to run around the training ground.
When he ran to the first lap and passed the class team on the other side of the training ground, he slowed down and greeted the other female instructor. Although the girls in the army are not as soft and cute as the girls outside, and many people even directly equate them with men, but in Jing Ling's eyes, it doesn't matter where they are, from 80 to 3 years old. It's a girl.
The female instructor is a very strict person, and she doesn't see her smile twice a day. But for Jing Ling, who has nearly perfect facial features, red lips and white teeth, and can make a large batch of custom-made fat camouflage uniforms with no shape at all, there is almost no resistance. Seeing Jing Ling greeting her, she tried her best to soften her expression and nodded slightly at him.
"Instructor, can I ask you something?" Jing Ling asked.
The female instructor nodded.
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After the last lap, the time was 5:30, just as everyone disbanded and rested. The training ground, which was originally strictly disciplined, suddenly became agitated, and the students gathered in groups of twos and threes, talking about various topics. Jing Ling walked through the crowd and came to the instructor, "Instructor, I have something to tell you."
The latter looked at him with a cold face, "Say!"
Jing Ling smiled, "Are you sure you want me to say it in front of so many people?"
Because of the previous confrontations, the instructor had learned that Jing Ling's mouth was sharp. Hearing what he said, he hesitated for a moment, bent over and listened to him, "Let's talk."
Jing Ling leaned into his ear and whispered word by word, "You, damn, sister, blame!" After he finished speaking, he walked away. When the instructor came back to his senses, he had already blended into the crowd. At first glance, they were all wearing camouflage uniforms, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
"Md, I know, this little bastard is not a good thing!" The instructor was so angry that his face was so ugly. Such a big and thick man with bulging chest and arm muscles, frowning and staring like this, looks a bit scary, even the girls passing by subconsciously stay away from him.
And Jing Ling, who was the culprit, was already on his way to the cafeteria.
In the absence of high-calorie foods, eating more is the best way to replenish energy. In order to maintain normal physical fitness, his usual appetite is scary. In the first few days when he came here, Jing Qiu was directly frightened. Later, when he was on the set, he was ridiculed by everyone, saying that he must have eaten fake meals. And the 8 kilometers he ran just now consumed a lot of physical energy, and he could already foresee the horrified eyes that everyone would look at him later.
But it doesn't matter, he has a thick skin.
Meals in the army are self-made, as much as you eat, and waste is prohibited. The food is ordered by someone, if there is no more, you can continue to add. When Jing Ling was queuing up to order food, she gave the aunt on the opposite side a very bright smile, and then the spoon in the other party's hand seemed to have long eyes, and all the good things in it piled up Jing Ling's dinner plate. .
"Thank you, sister!" Jing Ling said sweetly, and then walked away with the dinner plate in the eyes of everyone who looked at them with contempt or aggrieved or envy.
He picked a corner seat and sat down, using chopsticks and spoons together, like a refugee from Africa, eating at a speed that could not be described as too much. When almost half of the food on the plate was wiped out, someone sat down opposite him. Looking up, it was their instructor.
The other party also glanced at him, and then buried himself in his meal. It took a while before he opened his mouth and said, "How do you know my identity?"
Naturally, it was the female instructor of the class at the other end of the training ground. But Jing Ling wouldn't betray her, so he just made up something, "Guess. You've just started training you against me. There must be a reason. I'm sure I haven't had any contact with you before, so I can only learn from the most recent contacts." People and things come to find the reason. The surname is Jiang, and there is a word Si in the name, which can easily connect you with Jiang Sijin. There is no need to continue to say the rest."
The instructor snorted coldly, "Warning you to stay away from Xiao Jin! Don't get her ideas!"
Jing Ling rolled his eyes at him, "I've heard this for the second time. I admit that Ms. Jiang is very beautiful, and I understand your precious sister, but it doesn't mean that everyone looks like a thief! Take a good look. Don't you think that with my face, it's usually someone else's idea of me?"
Hearing this, the instructor accidentally bent the spoon in his hand.
Day and night, as if tireless.
The crew followed him as busy as a spinning top, working hard for this part, and finally finished filming before school started.
On the day when the director announced that it was done, everyone's first feeling was that they were finally relieved. After everyone got together to eat and finish the show, Jing Ling hurried to the school to report. But after arriving in Yizhou, he first accompanied Jing Qiu to report at Yi Normal University. After the broadcast of "Song of Changle", he can be regarded as someone who has stepped into the entertainment circle. In addition to his overly outstanding face, in order to avoid possible troubles for Jing Qiu, he made a simple disguise. Door.
But according to his standards, it is simple, but in the eyes of others, it is not so serious. For example, Jing Qiu, she didn't realize it until Jing Ling came to her and patted her on the shoulder and called her sister, but she still couldn't believe it, and asked tentatively, "Xiao Ling?"
Jing Ling nodded, "You're right, it's me."
Jing Qiu looked at him in surprise, "Xiao Ling, your face... and hair?"
Jing Ling took her hand and put it behind his ear, "Have you touched it? It's just wigs and thongs, which are sold online. Your brother and I are so good-looking, and there are so many girls in Normal University, I just want to be quiet." I will accompany you to report."
Jing Qiu laughed when he heard the words, but he didn't refute his words, after all, he was telling the truth.
The siblings arrived at the Normal University at nine o'clock in the morning, and around twelve o'clock at noon, Jing Ling accompanied Jing Qiu to complete the entire freshman admission reporting process, including registration, payment, allocation of dormitory, bed making, daily necessities and so on. Afterwards, he rented a bicycle at the gate of the school and drove her around the campus briefly before sending her back to the dormitory downstairs.
"You've been tossing all morning, go back and rest first." Jing Ling handed Jing Qiu the snacks he bought just now, and urged.
Jing Qiu nodded, "Yeah. Go and report it quickly, before it's too late."
Jing Ling waved to her, got on the bike and left.
Jing Qiu's dormitory is at No. 50 on the fifth floor, at the end of the corridor. She had just turned up to the second floor with her things, and saw that the girl in front had lost her things, so she picked them up, seeing that the other party had taken too many things, so she helped share some. In the end, when she asked about the floor and the door number of the dormitory, she found that the other party actually shared the same dormitory with her. (83 Chinese.83.)