The queen of fast wear has a fetish for collecting gold fingers

Chapter 229 Poplar 13 (seeking a monthly ticket)

"Anzi, I can't take it anymore." Pan Qingwen said with difficulty, panting.

Simply looking back, Pan Qingwen, who was running behind him, had his eyes, mouth and nose wrinkled together, his face was full of bitterness, and his hands holding the wet wood were twitching a little.

"Hold on, hold on a little longer, I'll stand behind you and help you stand up."

Saying that, Jian Jian walked behind Pan Qingwen, and used the wood on his shoulders to push against Pan Qingwen's, letting his wood be on top of his own to share the weight of Pan Qingwen's wood.

Jian Jian turned around and saw that the instructor didn't notice this side, so he urged: "Push the wood back quickly, or if I push it from this side, your front will hit more. Come on, let's find a balance point first." .”

"What about you?"

Pan Qingwen hesitated, although he felt that it was very hard, but he still couldn't bear to transfer the weight of the wood to the shoulders of his comrades.

"Hehe, what are you worried about? Don't you know who I am? Come on, hurry up, don't blot the ink."

Pan Qingwen ran two more steps, and then tilted the wood on his shoulders back a little, and Jian Jian also pushed the wood on his shoulders forward, trying to find a balance point.

With simple help, Pan Qingwen was indeed much more relaxed, and Xu Gang, who was running behind, was envious for a while.

"Brother, why don't you help me too?"

Simple laughed and cursed: "Get lost."

After finally running to the destination, after everyone took a breath, Wen Bai came over in a small car.

"Look to the right, look forward, news." A non-commissioned officer shouted.

"No.16 is out."

After hearing the vernacular, Jian Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step across from the last row, then ran forward and stood still.

Wen Bai smiled and circled around the simple twice.

"No.16, you are quite capable. Look, this ruddy complexion, it seems that you have not reached your limit."

After finishing speaking, Wen Bai said to the non-commissioned officer who was holding a notebook in front of him and memorizing something: "From now on, when you run with a heavy load, this kid's weight will double."

Sergeant: "Yes."

Jian Jian: "..." He was wrong, he should hide his clumsiness and make himself miserable.

Hey, I was really influenced by the surroundings just now, and seeing everyone working so hard, all of a sudden, the only thoughts in his mind were 'forward', 'it's hard work', 'bunzi hot soup', 'I'm so sleepy, I want Sleep and rest', as for the hidden clumsiness that I thought about earlier, it has long been thrown away by the simple.

Well now, it's twice as much training again.

Wen Bai saw a bitter expression on Jian Jian's face, smiled slightly, "Enrolled."

Easy: "Yes."

Back to the training brigade, it's lunch time.

After placing all the wood on their shoulders, everyone washed their hands and formed a neat formation at the front of the cafeteria.

"Get ready, sing."

"Unity is strength, unity is strength..."

It probably started in the middle of the night, and the reason why everyone was tired after training until now, the singing voice was not very loud, and the instructor who could hear the command frowned.

"Why, don't you want to eat? So low?" the instructor roared with a tiger's face.

"Start again, get ready, sing."

"Unity is strength, unity is strength..."

This time the singing was much louder than the previous one. Many soldiers roared directly. The singing was so shocking and powerful that the trees outside the cafeteria shook and the leaves rattled.

As for tunes, they didn't exist then.

The food in the training brigade was not generally good, and the soldiers who were tired all morning were all happy when they saw it.

Chicken drumsticks, eggs, green vegetables, fried meat, big meat buns, everything that one expects to find, everyone's mouth is full of oil, and their hearts are satisfied.

After lunch, it was time for a lunch break. Smiling, he waved to Pan Qingwen and Xu Gang who looked worried, and simply went back to his dormitory.

"Brother, you are going to be miserable, double, hehe."

Qiao Jieying patted Jian Jian's shoulder sympathetically, and the other two in the dormitory followed suit by patting him twice as a comfort.

Simple: "It's okay, I can do it. If it doesn't work, I'll punch that instructor twice."

Qiao Jieying: "Come on, I'll bet you that you will definitely not dare to do anything by then, and you will only yell twice."

He simply took off his shoes and socks, turned over, and got on the upper bunk.

"Hey, that's how capable you are. That's enough, I don't want you to talk nonsense, I have to sleep quickly to calm down."

After speaking, Jian Jian lay down straight, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and ignored Qiao Jieying's words.

As soon as I woke up, the intense training began again.

Endless targets; endless guns; endless running with heavy loads; endless resistance to wet wood; endless swimming in lakes; endless crawling muddy ground; endless competitions...

In addition, there are endless sweating, endless washing of mud boots, and endless sun exposure. These are all experienced by every soldier on the training ground.

In the end, there were only 300 people left in the team of 98 people.

Jian Jian successfully passed the special forces selection, and his good friend Pan Qingwen was unfortunately eliminated. Among the people Jian Jian knew, only Xu Gang and Qiao Jieying were left.

"Congratulations, congratulations." Qiao Jieying giggled, very happy.

"Congratulations, congratulations." Jian Jian and Xu Gang replied.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed by at an unbelievable speed.

After these three months of training, everyone now knows how happy they are when they are already in the company, and they also understand that special forces are also called special forces.

Through this period of inhuman torture, everyone's mental outlook has also changed a lot.

Although the little boy Qiao Jieying probably didn't tan much because of genetic problems, but his words and deeds are more resolute and tough.

Xu Gang was different from Qiao Jieying, his hair was tanned black, his whole body was dark and dark, but his eyes were particularly radiant, and his whole body was like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

Jian Jian also got a lot of tan, because every time Jian Jian carried twice as much weight as them, the heavier the weight, the more obvious the muscles on Jian Jian's arms.

Every time he sees the muscles on his arms, Jian Jian feels very uncomfortable, and feels extremely awkward. In addition, Jian Jian's height of nearly 1.9 meters, his image, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a strong back and a waist.

It is very inconsistent with the image that Jian Jian pursued before, looking thin when dressed, and fleshy when undressed.

With their bags on their backs, everyone came to the special forces camp.

This time, although the person was replaced by Jian Jian, Jian Jian did not interfere too much, and Li Song was still assigned to a dormitory with him as in the plot.

This dormitory is for two people, that is to say, if there is no accident, they will live here for a long time.

"Hello, my name is Li Song, how do I call you?" Li Song saluted Jian Jian, then looked at Jian Jian and asked with a smile.

A simple reply: "Hello, my name is Yang Chang'an."

"Hello, where are you from?" Seeing that Jian Jian seemed easy to talk to, Li Song was more relaxed.

"I'm from Kyoto, how about you?"

"I'm from Shanghai."

After a brief chat, the two of them parted ways because they were not very familiar with each other, and began to tidy up the salute bed.

For Li Song, Jian Jian's psychology is complicated, and Jian Jian doesn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Hey, take one step at a time and follow nature.

(End of this chapter)