The instructor is 185 tall, standing straight like a pine, looking down at Jing Ling, and said in a cold voice, "Stop talking! Stand up straight for me, take your hands out of your trouser pockets, and look like a fool!"
"Oh." Jing Ling replied lazily, but his movements did not procrastinate at all. Keep your chest up and abdomen in, your heels close together, your legs straight, your shoulders at the same level, your arms drooping naturally, your fingers close together and slightly bent, the tip of your thumb sticking to the second joint of your index finger, and your middle finger sticking to the seam of your camouflage pants. He looked straight ahead with his eyes, and his voice was full of air, "ask the instructor for instructions!"
This is a very standard military posture, even if the instructor looks at it with the most critical eyes, he can find the slightest flaw. He snorted unhappily, raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the training ground, "0 laps, when to finish the run and when to rest, if you can't finish the run before the meal, don't eat the meal this afternoon! Don't try to be lazy and run half a lap, I Here to watch you finish running! Now, get out!"
"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.
Even the little princess Jiang Sijin, who was held in the palm of his hand by the whole family, was not liked by him when he was born.
"My God, why are you so ugly, your face is wrinkled and red like it's been cooked!" He said after watching the little sister in the incubator. Then, without any surprise, he was beaten up by an adult. For a long time afterwards, his impression of Jiang Sijin remained on the red-skinned monkey. Until a few years later, he happened to see a little girl in a princess dress with shofar braids in the garden, a pair of big black eyes, fair and tender skin as if water could be pinched out, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, tilting her head to look at her. He tentatively called out, "Brother?"
Almost all the men in Jiang's family were five or three years old and as thick as bears, but this younger sister had a soft and cute voice. It was then that he realized that her younger sister was not a creature at all like the rest of the family. Since then, he has become a patient with late-stage sister-in-law syndrome. Following in the footsteps of other men in the family, he ruthlessly strangled to death the peach blossoms that bloomed on Jiang Sijin's way from kindergarten to high school.
He graduated from college last year, and the old man at home decided to throw him into the army. And in order to frustrate his spirit, he was directly sent to the southern administrative region far away from the direct line of the Jiang family. The army is indeed a good place to train people. Jiang Siyang has been in the army for a year, and he dare not say such an exaggerated change. At least he has restrained himself a lot, unlike at home.
A few days ago, when he had time to talk to Jiang Sijin, he was so stimulated by his younger sister's handsome way of talking like a god, and he almost couldn't hold back and rushed out to find someone to settle the score. It was the elder brother who comforted him with a word, "I checked, that kid is a freshman of Yijiao University this year, and the military training happens to be with your army, and it's time to assign you to be their instructor. People are not better." (83 Chinese.83.)