The Traveling Frog: Human Evolution Didn't Take Me

A piece of iron in Jiang Ming's backpack was shared by Zhao Heng, which made him a little more relaxed.

But he also couldn't figure out that this brother who skipped classes with him, played video games together, and hunted horses in the canyon together was so strong.

"Qin Fan, good man."

Little Song Li held on to her shoulder straps tightly to stabilize her center of gravity. In her petite body, there was also an unyielding spirit hidden.

"Stop talking, did you see the drones in the sky? The instructor is watching us."

Chen Shuli pointed to the two drones flying over his head. He supported his back and tried to straighten up, but the iron plate was too heavy.

"Everyone wait for me!" Lu Miaomiao was the last in the group.

When had she ever experienced such training? She used excuses to avoid running in physical education class before.

Now carrying a weight of 40 jins is simply killing a beautiful girl.

Jiang Ming looked at the girl behind, gritted his teeth, and turned around to her side: "Let me help you share it!"

Lu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, watching Jiang Ming take out a piece from her backpack, and the weight behind her suddenly became lighter.

Lu Miaomiao said gratefully, "Thank you!"

"They're all companions, you're welcome." Jiang Ming laughed.

Zhao Heng turned his head, looked at this scene, and then looked at the five iron plates in the bag.

"Could it be that this kid is smart only when facing beautiful women?"

The mountain road is difficult to walk, and many people fall to the ground without taking a few steps.

Qin Fan also stopped and came to the back of the crowd to help those students who had poor physical fitness since childhood and didn't exercise much.

"Come on, classmate, you can do it."

"Don't worry, let's slow down, half the battle is won if you stay steady."

"Let me help you share."

Ma Chaojie didn't know when he came to the front of the crowd, but he turned his head frequently, looking at the figure at the back, who was carrying a backpack and holding four iron plates in his hands.

"Brother Jie, why don't you go?"

Seeing Ma Chaojie turning around suddenly, Ah Qiang was stunned for a while.

Ma Chaojie jumped over the crowd and came to Qin Fan's side.

"I'll help you share a little."

Qin Fan was not polite and asked the other party to take an iron plate from his hand.

"Why don't you put it in the bag?" Ma Chaojie asked after putting the iron plate in the bag.

"Because I can't fit it in the bag." Qin Fan responded panting.

full?

Ma Chaojie was stunned, his eyes fell on the backpack hanging in front of him, and he calculated how many iron plates would be needed to fill it up.

ten yuan.

Ma Chaojie thought for a while, caught up with Qin Fan, and took another iron plate. Ignoring the latter's eyes, he quickened his pace and returned to the front.

Ah Qiang looked at Ma Chaojie with a smile on his face.

Brother Jie is like this, he looks very cold and cold, but in fact he has a warm heart.

"(╥_╥) I'm so tired, my shoulders are sore, and my legs are sore."

Jiang Ming's clothes were completely soaked in sweat.

Taking it off and twisting it around will definitely sweat a lot.

Chen Shuli also seemed unable to walk, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, neither complaining nor complaining.

He is still four iron plates, his physique is not particularly good, he is a real ordinary person, and he doesn't like to exercise very much.

Being able to persist until now has broken through its own limit.

Lu Miaomiao followed Jiang Ming, she had three yuan in her bag, but it was still not easy.

Little Song Li also showed some signs of being unable to hold on. She can be said to be the most relaxed one in the crowd, from the beginning to the present.

She just said one word.

He kept silent, in order not to show his unbearable state.

"Come on, we've already circled around, now we're on our way back, there's still three kilometers left, everyone hold on!"

In front of the crowd, the boy who was born with supernatural power said.

After hearing what he said, everyone also started to burn the last small universe.

A young man came to Qin Fan's side: "Brother Fan, why don't you return the iron plate to me."

Another boy wiped off his sweat and said, "Brother Fan, there is me, I can do it!"

"Brother Fan, thank you, I also think I can do it after the break."

The iron plate in Qin Fan's hand was gone. When he put the backpack on the ground, it made a muffled sound.

Only then did everyone realize that it turned out that Qin Fan was holding the iron plate in his hand not to pretend to be aggressive, but because the backpack behind him couldn't fit anymore, so he could only hold it in his hand.

"I'm sorry Brother Fan, I blamed you wrongly."

"Thank you, Brother Fan."

"Thank you!"

Those teenagers and girls that Qin Fan helped, looked at the ten iron plates in the backpack, and expressed their sincere gratitude.

Soon, there were only four yuan left in Qin Fan's bag.

He rested for more than ten minutes, still walking at the end to help his companions who were about to lose their hold.

The sun hangs high overhead, baking everyone.

But at the moment no one complained, no one stopped.

They looked at the back, the five people walking side by side with their shoulders hooked.

These five people almost suffered from heat stroke.

Qin Fan left them two iron plates, and stuffed the rest into his bag, and he stuffed two more into his clothes.

It is tied with a belt so that the iron plate cannot fall out.

Many people stopped in front of the school gate and did not go in.

One after another, some people turned back to help the slow-moving companions behind, without giving up on anyone.

It wasn't until everyone reached the school gate that they entered together.

"This group of little guys actually realized the team spirit so quickly, yes."

An instructor stood on the roof of the teaching building and laughed.

Another instructor said: "This Qin Fan is not simple. With an ordinary physique, he can carry a hundred catties forward. Without him, these little guys probably didn't realize that they are a group so quickly."

"Although it's a few minutes overtime, but Lao Zhu is not here, let's just pretend they arrived on time."

"Timed out? What timed out, they arrived at the door at 59:[-], they didn't time out, they just didn't come in."

Everyone threw their backpacks on the ground and lay on the lawn enjoying the sun.

It's warm and comfortable.

"That's right, it's just on time, you guys passed, let's go eat."

Said the instructor whose supernatural ability is the mind.

He controlled all the backpacks to float behind him, and walked back to the teaching building.

When everyone heard the words, they all cheered loudly.

"Brothers! Let me say something."

Someone shouted, and everyone looked at the man quietly.

"I declare that from now on, Qin Fan is my male god!"

"Nonsense! What is yours is obviously ours!"

"That's right! It's our male god!"

Qin Fan, who was thrown into the sky by everyone, was stunned for a moment, but he didn't refute anything.

Forget it, that's right.

"boring."

Ma Chaojie looked at the crowd, turned around and walked towards the cafeteria.

"I'm going to starve to death, I'm going to cook!"

Jiang Ming rushed to the canteen first, looking at the big table of meat, tears flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

"Old Qin, what do you think is the training in the afternoon?" Jiang Ming was vague, chewing on bones.

"Am I a prophet, just ask me."

Qin Fan was not in a good mood. After running all morning, his whole body was sore and his back ached.

You think it's easy to walk with a hundred catties on your back.

Now when I straighten my back, it hurts, as if being stabbed in the waist by someone.

After going back for a lunch break, the bell rang in the afternoon. Because of the two experiences, everyone assembled very quickly this time.

"This afternoon, we will assess marksmanship."

They were taught by a very young-looking instructor.

If he hadn't stood on top and talked, everyone would have recognized him as a certain student.

Follow the instructor to the indoor shooting range.

In the 200-meter-long building, there are fifty shooting lanes.

Every shooting lane is full of targets.

Ten meters, 20 meters, or even 150 meters away, there are targets with big heads.

Some shooting lanes are still moving targets.

The instructor picked up a pistol, raised his hand and pointed at the distant equipment room.

Suddenly, a box of bombs flew over.

"Ability Sequence 052: Metal Storm!"

[Can control all metals, the stronger the strength, the speed, strength and quantity will be significantly improved]

The instructor unloaded the unit price, hooked his fingers in his right hand, and the paint bullets jumped into the pistol magazine like diving.

"Shooting is a compulsory course for each of you. After you go out, no matter what position you take, there will always be a travel mission and you will use firearms."

"If you are facing a criminal, mysterious, and your marksmanship is inaccurate, then the ending may be that you are cold, so a good marksmanship can save you a lot of things."

"After all, not all mysteries are rough and thick, and some mysteries can be solved with a single bullet."

The instructor looked at the crowd and said, "You can't hold the gun casually. The recoil force of each gun is different. When using a pistol..."

He explained patiently, and everyone listened very carefully.

After half an hour, it was their turn to play.

Qin Fan took a deep breath. Although it was a paint bomb, the recoil remained unchanged.

After firing three shots in a row, three more colors appeared on the 50-meter target.

"It's good if you don't miss the target for the first time. Practice more." Affirmation from the instructor.

"It's my turn, it's my turn."

Jiang Ming poked his hand up. After loading the bullet, he closed his left eye and aimed the gun with his right eye.

Bang bang bang!