The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

After the demonstration, Instructor Ai Feili nodded slightly and made a comment: "Strong sense of strength, lack of skill, and heavy body."

After saying that, he told him to go back.

To sum up, it is not sensitive.

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The whole afternoon was spent training under the scorching sun. After dinner, there was an hour and a half of self-study, followed by a five-kilometer run with a 20kg weight. There was a mountain behind the First Military Academy that was specifically used for organizing training.

Compared with flat roads, mountain roads are a huge test of students' physical strength and endurance.

Due to his position, Chen Zheng followed at the end of the team, carrying a heavy schoolbag on his shoulders, breathing steadily and regularly. Not far away, the instructor sat in the car, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, and his sonorous and powerful voice spread throughout the mountain.

"Run faster, haven't you eaten yet!?"

"If I were your speed, I would be hanged with rice noodles. With this kind of physical fitness, what kind of soldier can I be!?"

"Don't stop halfway, otherwise it will be difficult to start again!" The flashlight shone on a guide. The boy's throat seemed to be equipped with a bellows, whirring, his face flushed, and his forehead was covered with sweat. The instructor shouted, "If you fall, your comrades will have to stop for you. Are you holding us back like this?!"

"Of course, if you are on the battlefield, anyone who dares to abandon your teammates and run away alone is a deserter! Coward!"

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Another car was following them. An instructor noticed that Chen Zheng was handling the situation with ease, so he urged him to rush forward, shining the flashlight on him continuously, so that the students who were running hard nearby all glanced at him.

Chen Zheng gripped the backpack straps tightly with both hands, quickened his pace, and finally, he completed the run in twenty minutes.

After he arrived at the timing instructor's position, students arrived in groups of three or four. The second one was Ling Si and a sentry, and the third one was a guide.

Chen Zheng's breathing became a little unstable as he was constantly urged by the instructor. The sentry beside Ling Si, apart from his slightly flushed cheeks, did not look like he had just done strenuous exercise. He followed Ling Si at all times and was the first to bring him a towel and water after the exercise. It seemed as if he was deliberately slowing down to take care of Ling Si.

Chen Zheng remembered his face. He was Ling Si's supporter that day. He was hostile to him for some reason. He threw him the space button and looked at him as if warning him to keep his distance from Ling Si.

Ignoring the deep affection between the master and servant, Chen Zheng walked for a distance, his heartbeat gradually calmed down, and he randomly found a flower bed and squatted on it.

The instructor was so busy counting time and scolding the students that he had no time to take care of them.

"Run faster! 20 minutes is just enough to pass. Anyone who comes after you will fail! Starting tomorrow, we will train an extra five kilometers!"

Facing the instructor, the students could only sigh and complain inwardly. Who would run ten kilometers so late at night and have to get up early for training the next day?

But no matter how much you complain, you still have to do it. Since you have chosen this path, you have to keep pushing your body's limits.

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The third guide patted Ling Si's shoulder, put his elbow on it, leaned half of his body, and then put his head on his shoulder and said unhappily: "What bad luck, Ah Si, I'm not in the same class with you."

Before Ling Si could speak, Shang Yue beside him reminded the guide in time: "Third Prince, the young master is also very tired."

Wen Xiangyi glanced at him casually and said, "I know, you tell me."

Ling Si was a little surprised when he saw him, "Weren't you seriously injured by the Zerg and exempted from training?"

The guide raised his hand and made a motion of lifting his sleeves, then he remembered that his clothes were waistcoats. He showed his arm to the young man next to him and stroked a light scar on it: "It will heal soon. Besides, there is no need to use your hands these days."