After lunch, I washed my face and went to bed. The training in the afternoon was all normal, and no special incidents occurred.
At night, the sky above the Jiangcheng City Moral Education Base was filled with bright stars. On the roof of the boys' dormitory, two figures appeared, one wearing a lieutenant's military uniform and the other wearing a military training camouflage uniform.
Astonishingly, these two people were the third platoon leader and Xing Luo.
"You drink during military training. Aren't you afraid that your superiors will punish you?" He picked up a can of beer, snapped the tab open, Xing Luo took a sip and said softly.
"It is said on the Internet that drinking alcohol can numb the nerves and make people think about sad things." The instructor took a sip of the beer in his hand, his expression was bitter, and there was a touch of heartache in his eyes, and he said: "It seems that there is no such thing.
What an effect.”
Hearing this, Xing Luo cast his gaze on the instructor's face and smiled softly: "Since ancient times, countless heroes have fallen for beauties, and it seems that the instructor is no exception."
"Haha, maybe..." The instructor also smiled bitterly.
"But you... are much better than me. You can still secretly glance at the person you love, but I can't..." Xing Luo looked at the bright stars with blurred eyes, using an extremely humble expression.
The voice can only be heard by yourself.
"Xing Luo, I think your identity is not simple. To reach the mid-acquired stage at this age, your family must be a martial arts family." The instructor looked at Xing Luo with a smile and said.
"Family? The instructor was joking. I was an orphan and grew up among the dead." After taking a sip of beer, Xing Luo shook his head and said.
"Heap of dead people?" The instructor was shocked and said in disbelief: "Are you also a soldier?"
Xing Luo smiled, showing his white teeth, and said, "It doesn't matter. Soldiers protect, but I kill."
"Killing? Are you..." Hearing this, the instructor's eyes widened. A master of killing, wouldn't he be a killer? A fifteen or sixteen-year-old child turned out to be a killer that everyone was afraid of?
"Third platoon leader, Xing Luo's identity is a national first-class secret and must not be leaked." Suddenly, a beautiful figure flashed on the roof, and it was Ye Binglan who was wearing a white robe and a pretty and cold face.
"Teacher Ye?" the instructor said in surprise.
"She's just a woman from a special institution. The instructor doesn't need to pay attention to her. Cheers." Without looking at this annoying follower, Xing Luo raised the can of beer in her hand.
"Uh..." The instructor was a little dumbfounded. The identities of these two people seemed to be very unusual... Could it be that I was involved in the plot of the police catching a thief?
Seeing this, Ye Binglan frowned slightly and said: "Sir, please pay attention to your current status. You are a student of Jiangcheng City No. 1 Middle School. You are currently receiving military training. If you drink alcohol, your moral education score will be deducted.
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"Don't threaten me with these, the worst I can do is continue to come to the military training next year." Xing Luo's voice gradually turned cold.
"Since I am the one who accepts this mission, I have to ensure the completion of this mission. Please cooperate with me." Ye Binglan's expression was calm, as if he had not heard Xing Luo's cold voice.
Cooperate with me!
Xing Luo suddenly cursed in his heart. He also knew the stubborn temper of the Hua Military Bureau, that is, they would not give up until the mission was completed.
"Then, instructor, let's drink it when we have time later." After drinking down the beer in his hand, Xing Luo threw the can on the ground, shook his head, and walked downstairs.
"Okay." The instructor also felt the atmosphere, nodded, drank the beer in one gulp, smiled at Ye Binglan, and walked away.
After returning to the dormitory and having a deep sleep, a new day began. In the next four days, nothing special happened. On the contrary, every night, the instructor and Xing Luo were in the boys' dormitory.
They drank and talked, and over time, the two became friends.
"Hey, hey...that's wrong, that's wrong, why are you so damn stupid? You always say that you are so angry that you can sink your dantian, and then use a set of boxing techniques that you are familiar with, so that you can sense the internal power in your dantian." Xing Luo looked hateful.
He looked at the instructor indifferently, demonstrated the internal power of Wing Chun, and pointed out the instructor's mistakes.
It is already 12 noon on Friday. In one hour, the military training for the freshmen of No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School will also be successfully concluded. During these four days, the instructors have been pestering Xing Luo to guide them in their free time every day.
How he could sense the internal force in his Dantian.
At this moment, the instructor was also sweating, his expression was solemn, his fists were clenched, his breath was heavy in his Dantian, his eyes were watching his nose, and his nose was watching his heart. An invisible force was slowly moving along with the set of military boxing performed by the instructor.
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Seeing this scene, Xing Luo also curled up his lips slightly. He was naturally very familiar with this scene. To advance to the middle stage of acquired life, a warrior in the early stage of the day after tomorrow must sense the internal power of the Dantian, and when fighting with others, turn the internal power into
Internal strength, this is the true acquired mid-term warrior.
And today's instructor looks like a warrior who will be promoted to the middle stage of the day after tomorrow.
"Bang."
When the last punch fell, a tyrannical inner force suddenly burst out from under the instructor's feet, shattering the stones within one meter beside him. In his Dantian, an invisible force was filling his body.
It enters the instructor's body, emanates from the Dantian, and slowly flows through every meridians, muscles and bones in the body.
"Tsk, tsk... Not bad, congratulations, I have finally been promoted to the rank of warriors in the middle stage of the day after tomorrow." Xing Luo praised with a smile as he glanced at the stone that turned into powder on the ground.
"Hey, kid, come and practice?" The instructor rubbed his sore wrist and looked at Xing Luo with a half-smile. In the previous competition, Xing Luo relied on his own physical fitness to be stronger than him and defeated him.
And now, he has also been promoted to the middle stage warriors of the day after tomorrow, so it shouldn't be difficult to defeat him.
Hearing this, the corner of Xing Luo's mouth curved into a nice curve, he stretched out a finger on his right hand and said with a smile: "I'll beat you with one finger."
"You're so damn arrogant, I won't show mercy." The instructor also laughed angrily at Xing Luo's pretentious look. His legs suddenly exerted force, approaching Xing Luo, and then he struck out with his fists as fiercely as a tiger.
The internal force was concentrated on both fists, doubling the explosive power contained in the fists.
However, at this moment, Xing Luo's figure gradually became weird and illusory. Just when the instructor was about to land a punch on Xing Luo's chest, Xing Luo's figure suddenly appeared behind the instructor like a ghost.
Then he pointed at the instructor's back.
"Shadow Lost, instructor, thank you for your advice."
A chuckle sounded behind him, but it made the instructor feel excited. Such a strong young man must have a bright future in the future.