Military life: You laugh at me for being a poor student? I got into the best military academy

Looking at Ling Yun's expression, Li Chao knew that Ling Yun was not joking.

On the contrary.

Ling Yun was very serious in asking him to add two more bricks.

Li Chao thought for a while and said, "If you can't hold on, ask me to reduce the bricks at any time."

"It's not that I don't support you to challenge yourself. Because we have a lot of training. If you hurt your arm or elbow because of such training, it will affect the next training."

"I will be responsible for the next training, and I will also be responsible for my body." Ling Yun nodded and promised.

Li Chao nodded to Chen Zijian.

Chen Zijian brought two more bricks and tied them one by one to Ling Yun's gun barrel.

The freshmen in other classes were dumbfounded.

They felt that they couldn't stand one brick, but Ling Yun directly brought three bricks.

This is the difference between people!

The weight of three bricks is not light.

The gun barrel suddenly became more than ten pounds heavier, and even Ling Yun needed to adapt.

Li Chao asked, "How do you feel?"

Ling Yun nodded.

The training officially began.

In his mind, the system also began to time Ling Yun.

According to the system's habits.

If you want to strengthen your arm muscles, you must do it for 30 minutes in a row.

While thinking, Ling Yun asked the system again in his mind.

"Since there is arm muscle strengthening, are there also leg muscle strengthening and abdominal muscle strengthening?"

"Ding!"

"All muscles in the body can be strengthened, as long as the host triggers the relevant tasks, they can be strengthened."

Ling Yun's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, there are other muscle strength strengthening.

"Then if you want to strengthen your legs and abdomen, under what conditions do you need to trigger it?"

"Please trigger it yourself"

Ling Yun: "..."

"It's quite mysterious."

Although Ling Yun didn't know the triggering conditions of the next tasks.

But at least he knew that he still had a chance to trigger the relevant tasks and get strengthened.

If you strengthen your leg muscles and abdominal muscles, all of them.

Then his physique is equivalent to 4 times that of an ordinary person.

Ling Yun took a deep breath.

Concentrate on holding the gun and stabilize the gun.

Li Chao is right.

With such a weight, it is impossible not to hurt his elbow.

Ling Yun is just physically stronger than ordinary people.

He is not a god.

It hurts when it should hurt, and it hurts when it should hurt.

It's just that his recovery speed is much faster than that of ordinary people.

Woke up early this morning.

The elbow that was worn out yesterday has completely recovered to normal.

When it comes to running five kilometers.

Ten minutes are as fast as a blink of an eye, and it will pass in a short while.

But when it comes to carrying a gun with a load.

Zhang Hao and the others feel that the days are like years.

Only five minutes have actually passed, but Zhang Hao already feels that he has been holding the gun for half an hour.

"Report." Zhang Hao shouted loudly.

"Tell me."

"Squad leader, how long do we have to hold the gun for ten minutes?"

Li Chao glared at Zhang Hao.

"How long has it been since we started? You want to end it?"

"Weren't you very active at the beginning of the training? You can't stand it just because you put a brick on the barrel today?"

"Don't you brag in the dormitory that Lingyun is the first in physical fitness and you are the second?"

"Everyone add one minute!"

"Deputy class leader, add another brick on Zhang Hao's barrel!"

As soon as the words fell.

Zhang Hao's eyes almost popped out.

He just wanted to ask about the time.

This is so fucking good.

He didn't ask about the time, and he was given an extra brick.

He also directly implicated his roommates.

Even if Zhang Hao didn't look at his roommates, he could feel their resentful eyes.

It was eight minutes.

At this time, Zhang Hao and his friends were gradually unable to hold on.

Because they were lying down, they could still use some strength.

But as long as they used strength.

The worn elbows would feel a burst of pain.

Zhang Hao and his roommates were already shaking slightly.

There were eight people in the dormitory.

Except for Ling Yun, everyone else was shaking.

The one shaking the most obviously was Su Yang.

Su Yang was always the weakest in such training since he was a child.

Zhang Hao's situation was relatively better.

Like Chang Wei, Li Hao, Liu Sen, and other roommates.

They were completely numb.

Their arms were shaking uncontrollably.

Li Chao squatted on the ground and straightened their guns.

"You all have Parkinson's disease?"

"Is this how you hold the gun!"

"The most important thing is stability. Why are you shaking so badly? The enemy is standing in front of you. You can't hit the enemy even if you use up all the bullets in the magazine!"

The monitor kept yelling.

Of course.

Ling Yun was never the target of the yelling.

Nine minutes had already passed.

Ling Yun still did not shake at all, as if he was a sculpture.

Sculpted here, motionless.

Li Chao rarely saw Ling Yun blink.

The freshmen from other classes also shook a little more or less.

But they were not punished by the monitor.

Ten minutes were up.

The monitors of other classes shouted loudly that it was over.

At this time.

Chang Wei and the others had a deeper resentment in their hearts.

If it weren't for Zhang Hao, they would have finished now.

The last minute was particularly difficult.

It wasn't until they felt that they were about to lose control of their guns that Li Chao's voice came.

"Rest in place for five minutes."

The freshmen quickly put their guns on the ground and kept moving their arms.

They could move and talk during the break.

Zhang Hao immediately felt something was wrong.

Six figures suddenly appeared around.

"Zhang Hao!"

"Call you a jinx!"

"I'm @#&*! Take my kick!"

The roommates surrounded Zhang Hao and showed him care for a long time before they stopped.

Zhang Hao's face was full of grievance.

"Can you blame me?"

"I just asked for the time, who would have thought..."

Before Zhang Hao could finish his words.

Li Chao's voice suddenly came from behind him, "If you don't blame you, then do you blame me?"

Zhang Hao suddenly felt a chill.

"No, no, no, blame me! Blame me!"

"You should have trained well, why are you talking so much? I promise to be the quietest during the next training!"

Everyone rolled their eyes at Zhang Hao.

At this time, Zhang Hao and the others suddenly remembered that Ling Yun didn't seem to have rested yet.

The freshmen turned their heads subconsciously to look.

As expected.

Ling Yun continued to lie there motionless, holding the gun very steadily.

If there hadn't been some sweat on Ling Yun's cheeks.

Otherwise, they would have thought Ling Yun had turned into a sculpture.

"Oh my god... Brother Ling, you are still holding it?"

"Three bricks, holding it for so long, and still holding it so steadily??? Damn!"

The freshmen were all stunned.

Zhang Hao and others screamed, attracting the attention of freshmen from other classes.

The moment they looked over, they found Ling Yun who was still holding the gun.

"This guy is still holding the gun?"

"Oh my god, holding three bricks for so long, and still holding it so steadily, doesn't he get tired?"

"How many years of Qilin arms are these!"