Xiaobing Fang Heng

"What?" Fang Heng looked at him inexplicably.

Yang Yi shook his head, "It's nothing." He raised his head and drank it in one sip, the warm water washed his stomach and let out a comfortable sigh of relief, "Thank you."

"Do you want more? I'll pour you another glass." Fang Heng looked at the empty glass and asked.

Yang Yi shook his head and pushed people away again, "No need, you go back first." Then he looked up and walked in one direction.

Fang Heng stared at his crooked route and sighed, not sure whether he should go over to give him a hand, substituting into Yue Zitong's thinking mode, and finally walked over.

Yang Yi's ears were sharp, so he looked back at him, then glanced at the cup in his hand, and handed it over angrily, "Oh, I forgot, thank you, I'll use it after washing."

Fang Heng took the cup and put his arm on his shoulder casually, "Where are you going to sit?"

Yang Yi stared at Fang Heng's side face for two seconds, raised half of his eyebrows, and finally said, "Find a place to cat, over there, go over there." Yang Yi raised his finger in a direction.

Fang Heng looked at the place, it was cold and damp, he shook his head, "It's not good there, why don't we change to another place?" After waiting a while, seeing that Yang Yi didn't object, he took him to a place where he usually hides from smoking.

Yang Yi entered inside and jokingly said, "It's familiar, have you quit smoking?"

"..." Fang Heng didn't say a word. Although Yang Yi was carrying Yang Yi, Yang Yi didn't lend him much strength. It's just that this question is hard to answer. How can it be so easy to quit?Speaking of which, I have been smoking for three or four years. Although I am not a big addict, I have never stopped.

The two of them sat down against the wall when they got inside. Seeing Fang Heng also sitting against him, Yang Yi looked at him in surprise, meaning what are you doing sitting here?

Fang Heng looked down at the cup, touched it for a while, and asked blushingly, "Is there any smoke?"

"Fuck!" Yang Yi cursed for the first time, "You treat me as a display, don't you?"

"You're drunk anyway."

"I'm awake."

"Just pretend you're drunk."

"Hiss..." Yang Yi took a deep breath and looked at the person in confusion, "I've always found it strange, so you're really not afraid of me?"

"Scared!"

Yang Yi shook his head, "I didn't see it."

"Don't you always follow the line of being close to the people? I'm not afraid that you're not good?" Saying this, Fang Heng reached out to touch the cigarette. He remembered that Yang Yi had always had the habit of carrying cigarettes.

Yang Yi grabbed his wrist and glared at him, "That's enough, you're getting bolder."

The wrist was very painful from being pinched, Fang Heng twitched it but didn't pull it out, and smiled awkwardly, "Then I'm leaving."

"Go away."

Fang Heng really got up, but before he could step out, Yang Yi grabbed his trousers, turned his head and looked up, Yang Yi looked up at him, under the mottled light, his eyes stained with alcohol were faintly red Guang, confused, said, "Are you really leaving?"

"?" Fang Heng touched the back of his head, and didn't know how to respond, so he could only sit back and ask, "Actually, you can go back to the dormitory."

Yang Yi rubbed the center of his brows with his hands on his knees, and shook his head with a distressed expression, "Wait...you may have to vomit."

"..." Fang Heng was speechless, probably understood what Yang Yi meant, wasn't he just holding it?Pack!

Yang Yi lowered his head and was dizzy for a while, then suddenly raised his head, Fang Heng thought he was about to vomit, and planned to reach out to help him, but Yang Yi turned his head to look at him slowly, his eyes revealed a little tiredness, and murmured, " If you're really bothered, go back."

Fang Heng took a deep breath, and really wanted to punch him, the changes are endless, right? ?

After Yang Yi finished speaking, he touched his body, took out a pack of soft clouds, took out one and lit it for himself, and smoked silently.

Fang Heng stared at his ambiguous side face illuminated by the fire, those dark and deep eyes seemed to be exaggerated a bit, smoke overflowed from his lips, Fang Heng smelled the familiar smell of tobacco, and was suppressed. His addiction was indeed hooked, so he raised his hand and snatched the cigarette over, and said with a smile, "Can you order some for me?" He remembered that Yang Yi never smoked in private except when he was with the leader. Obviously, it should be given to myself in circles.

Yang Yi turned to look at him, pretended to grab it twice, and then sighed, "Breaking discipline, see how I punish you tomorrow."

"Let's talk about it when you think about it." Fang Heng grinned his teeth, said with certainty, and put the cigarette to his mouth.

Yang Yi tilted his head and looked at Fang Heng's skilled movements, swallowing clouds and mist, his hazy face revealed a bit of comfort, and slowly frowned.

He seldom thinks that a man is not suitable for smoking. After all, in this era, cigarettes and men have been bundled together. Men are not fit to smoke.

He watched Fang Heng smoke with that unopened face, took a deep breath and then exhaled dark blue smoke. The difference was so strong that he couldn't ignore it, just like seeing a six or seven-year-old child imitating an adult. Like smoking a cigarette, the movement is obviously natural and smooth, but it looks uncomfortable, challenging his moral bottom line.

So, as soon as Yang Yi raised his hand, he snatched the cigarette again, directly stamped it out on the ground, and flicked it out with his fingers.

Fang Heng kept his original posture and stared at him in a daze, which is what he meant! ?It's fun, isn't it! ?

After Yang Yi flicked out the cigarette, he turned to look at him, and said calmly, "Don't let me catch you smoking in the future."

"..." Fang Heng gritted his teeth and stood up abruptly, "You are so fucking wrong!"

"En." Yang Yi actually complied, then lowered his head, leaning on his elbow and stopped talking.

Smoking in front of the platoon leader, of course Fang Heng couldn't justly scold him, but after being tossed and tossed by Yang Yi, he finally got angry, turned around and walked out.

After returning home, Yue Zitong actually posted over to ask him if he wanted to smoke. Fang Heng took Yue Zitong to the bathroom when he was so angry that he was smoking.

Yue Zitong didn't like the toilet very much, so he asked unwillingly, "Why don't you go to the old place?"

"The platoon leader is inside." Fang Heng said angrily, "I'm so drunk."

"Eh!?" Yue Zitong raised his eyebrows in surprise, he smoked half of the cigarette and put it back in, "I'll go and have a look."

"Bring me the cigarettes." Fang Heng was used to smoking Yue Zitong's Overlord cigarettes, so he spoke confidently, and Yue Zitong threw the whole pack of cigarettes to him, "I'll come back to you later." Leaving these words, he left .

Fang Heng stared at Yue Zitong's back and gave a 'tsk' sound, exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed secretly, it really is Yue Zitong's style to meddle in other people's business.

Smoked out a cigarette, and waited for another 2 minutes, Yue Zitong still hadn't come back, so Fang Heng slowly swayed over there, leaned against the wall and listened, but there was no sound of speaking, after waiting for a while, Fang Heng probed When I looked inside, there was no one there at all.

Fang Heng muttered for a while, then turned around and went back to the dormitory, only to see Yue Zitong coming out of the platoon leader's office, and when he saw him far away, he gave him an apologetic expression, walked up to him and said, "The time wasted It's been a while, let's go."

"Why did he come back?" Fang Heng looked into the office with a confused look on his face, "Didn't he come in if he didn't die?"

"Really?" Yue Zitong raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why didn't he come back?"

"?" Fang Heng blinked with a question mark on his head, "Didn't he say he was afraid of vomiting?"

Yue Zitong tilted his head and thought for a while, but there was no answer, so he could only shrug his shoulders, "What the hell, will you go out with me?"

"Okay." Fang Heng nodded and followed out.

Early the next morning, the wake-up call sounded at 6 o'clock on time, and the holiday officially ended.

Fang Heng noticed that Yang Yi's complexion was not very good when he was queuing up for exercise, and his eyeballs were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night. In layman's terms, it was a hangover.

But Yang Yi obviously still remembered what he said yesterday morning, so he didn't take out his 'Little Zhuaner' again in the morning, but ran with them for a few laps.

Fang Heng found that Yang Yi's physical fitness was indeed much stronger than theirs. His body was not in a comfortable state, but he was able to run with Hou Jue and the others all the time. Although it was not a timed run, he still looked comfortable.

After the morning exercises, Yang Yi got together and shared his plans for the next few days, "Because there are still five days to go on in-line competitions. From today onwards, our platoon will enter the state of intensive training. On the last day, we will take half a day off to recuperate. , everyone gritted their teeth and insisted, rushing to come back first, do you have confidence!?"

"Yes!" All the staff straddled and answered in unison.

Yang Yi nodded in satisfaction, "Disband!"

"Yo!"

The meat stuffed buns provided by the cafeteria in the morning, maybe because of the Chinese New Year, each person also gave out two eggs. Although the buns have thick skin and little meat, I don’t know what spices are put in them. It’s rare to be full of flavor. Yang Yi is afraid that some foodies will eat too much, etc. My stomach hurts during training, so I gave a targeted reminder.

None of the Three Musketeers is a big eater. Of course, it is relatively speaking, so it is normal to eat three buns and two eggs in one go.

Fang Heng burped after eating, and took a walk on the way back to digest his food. By the time of training, he had almost returned to his normal state.

Yang Yi took them for a 10-kilometer armed cross-country run in the morning. There were many military action instructions on the road, such as lying down on the spot, scattered and concealed, and a 1-kilometer rapid march. Slowly driving away the chill.

Their destination is the shooting range. They passed by once when they were running. How did they know that Yang Yi brought them back again and asked them to be divided into three rows. The first row trained in prone shooting position, the second row trained in kneeling shooting position, The third row is upright shooting.

The weight of the 'Bayi' bar is 3.5 kg. It is troublesome to fix it when carrying it on the back, and the impact of the weight is not high, but once the kneeling and standing postures are trained, this weight is a bit unbearable.

No matter what kind of gun you use, the basic requirement for training is stability. Holding it up for 10 minutes without moving is like a year. The prone position is the most comfortable posture, but the people in the two lines behind just hold the gun so simply, and the sweat flows down. The cheek slid down.

Every 15 minutes, the kneeling position becomes a prone position, and the prone position becomes an upright position. Yang Yi walks back and forth in front with his hands behind his back, constantly explaining the essentials of shooting. Just start cursing.

For the people in the platoon, the gap that Yang Yi brought to them was really strong. I remember that on the [-]th day, I was still struggling on the stage, and as soon as I started training, I turned into a ghost, it was like a different person.

After finishing all three groups, Yang Yi let them rest on the spot for about an hour, looked at the dejected young men holding their arms, and said as they walked, "Do you feel this tired? To be honest, it's really not a big deal. , The basic training of the "Gun King" is to hang a full water bottle on the barrel of the gun when holding the gun, and hold the gun without moving for more than an hour. The current training is just an introduction."

"In the army, it's not about good physical strength or everything. You have to practice to be proficient in everything. I'm not afraid of how bad your performance is now, but if you want to stay in the army and want to get ahead, you must first develop. direction."

"The king of soldiers! The king of guns! Even if you can run 5 kilometers of armed cross-country in 18 minutes, you are still a king! The record of our entire army is 17 minutes and 53 seconds. This is an honor!"

"Think about how those 'kings' trained? Didn't they come from ordinary people? Who doesn't have the stage of recruits? They may not be better than you! So you may also become future 'kings'!"

Yang Yi said in the front, Fang Heng listened to it and secretly pursed his mouth.

This pie...it's really big! !

In fact, what Yang Yi said was very inspirational, and many people were beaten to death, but Fang Heng had some inexplicable reverse thinking towards Yang Yi, which meant that he was singing the opposite tune to put it bluntly. If I don't think it's good, I think it's pretty good.

That is to say, Fang Heng was hard-pressed, otherwise he might be secretly complaining about something.

After the gun training was over, they went back to practice the queue again, and then they dispersed.

In the afternoon, it was still physical training, but Yang Yi didn't know where he learned it. After finishing a set of prescribed movements, he asked them to play a small game and push a cart during their break.

Yang Yi explained it this way, "This game is not only interesting, but also can exercise your arm strength, and more importantly, it can improve your mutual cooperation ability. Of course, since we are soldiers playing, we must compete. A team of two, a team of five, a small penalty for the loser, 30 push-ups, no problem!?"

"Win?" Someone asked.

Yang Yi said, "Winners get no prizes, losers get fined, just 30 push-ups. Are there any questions?"

No problem at all!

You've always arranged everything, so what's the problem?

Fang Heng looked at Yang Yi, pondered for a while, and asked, "Platoon Leader, are you going to participate in the competition?"

Yang Yi turned to look at him.

"Look, we've made a single number, and it's just right to add you."

Yang Yi thought for a while, then smirked, "Okay, then you will be with me."

Fang Heng's face changed instantly, and he became embarrassingly gorgeous.

Small trolleys, five groups and one team, that is to say, the whole row can compete three times, and the length of 50 meters goes back and forth once, and the whole journey is 100 meters.Fang Heng was pushed into the last group because of his partner with Yang Yi, so he saw a lot of fun.

In a team of two, the one who raised his legs was okay, the one who was standing on the ground blushed and had a thick neck. In order to compete for the first place, he didn't want to lose face. Everyone who was amusing cheered and laughed.

Smiling and laughing, Fang Heng couldn't laugh anymore tragically... I said, Mr. Platoon Leader, are you asking me to push you or are you pushing me?ah! ?

Of course, no matter how much Fang Heng fights in secret, the platoon leader of their family is definitely the one who shouldn't get down, and directly presses him with the eyes of a soldier training, so that he doesn't even dare to express a disapproving look. Get down so obediently.

In the third group, the platoon leader stood on the track and hooked his fingers. Fang Heng obediently went over and lay down on the ground, and then his lower body was lifted up by two hands firmly grasping his ankles.

Then the platoon leader said to add insult to injury, "I said Fang Heng, don't lose the chain at a critical moment. If you really lose, you will be doubled."

"Why?" Fang Heng blushed and turned to stare at him.

The platoon leader shrugged, deliberately shook his arms, and smiled, "I am the platoon leader."

Fang Heng was shaken back and forth. In order to stabilize himself, he couldn't speak, so he could only grit his teeth and curse.

After waiting for about 10 seconds, Shi Lei shouted, "Start!"

Fang Heng only felt a strong force coming from the hand firmly grasping the ankle, and his whole body jumped forward. In order not to fall, he had to move his hand hastily.

Climbing forward in a hurry all the way, I heard Yang Yi yelling from behind, "Waist! Waist! You tightened my waist!! And legs!! Hard!! Shake your ass! ! Didn’t you eat!?”