Under the blazing sunlight, Chen Fei squinted his eyes.
The sun in June is so fierce that even my eyes can't stand it. The light is too strong and irritating.
The surrounding flowers and plants were all dead, with their heads hanging down, shriveled, and lifeless from the sun.
My feet were a little hot on the ground.
The members of the bomb-throwing commando team looked like they were fished out of water, all soaked to the skin.
"Smash it! Smash it hard!" Hei Xuejun was like a demon god, patrolling around the students with an expressionless face. When he saw which action was not done well enough or was lazy, he immediately swung it.
He ejected to the back of the student, put his mouth next to his ear, and bombarded him with a loud voice: "Do you want to shoot a hundred more times? If you want, I will be happy to help you!"
Every student's heart is in suspense, and every student feels that there is a pair of eyes staring at him from behind at any time and at any time, just like the evil capitalist overseer who immediately whips up anyone who is lazy.
Chen Fei also practiced hard with others.
Whoosh! He threw one with his left hand. Then he leaned over and picked up a coach with his right hand, played it, and threw it out again with a whoosh.
His posture when throwing bombs was weird, which made the people next to him look a little funny. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so they could only hold it in.
Although he tried his best every time, the grenades he threw were not very far each time, not half as far as others. However, Hei Xuejun did not get angry and curse because of this. At most, he just felt that there was something wrong with his posture or the force he used.
Only then will it be pointed out.
Other students would glance at Chen Fei from time to time. Whenever they were scolded again, they couldn't help but want to yell, "Chen Fei only throws bombs from such a small distance. Why don't you tell me why he keeps staring at my bomb throwing distance?"
It’s already more than twice as good as him.” Fortunately, no one dared to say this, otherwise he would have been ravaged by the Black King Kong again.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, Chen Fei dropped one box after another. Hei Xuejun immediately brought him another box, and it was endless and endless. At first, he just felt that his arms
I felt a little sore, and then numbness, and then I lost all consciousness. I just felt like my arms were no longer my own, and I couldn't control them at all.
[Ding - You practice diligently in accordance with Hei Xuejun's requirements. The way your Tongbei Fist exerts force gradually forms a mechanical memory. Your understanding of Tongbei Fist becomes deeper. Your Tongbei Fist+
3, your physical fitness +1】
At noon, he didn't know how many grenades he threw. By the end, he was too lazy to count them. There were too many to remember.
However, what's even more terrible is that this afternoon, the teaching team arranged a gun-holding training, which is the kind of training in which you raise a gun in a standing position and hang a few red bricks from the barrel.
The 7th Steel Company has stopped using this trick for a long time. Gao Cheng has put the concept of scientific and hard training into practice. It is said that he even made several trips to the Army Academy for this purpose and learned a lot from the experts there, so the 7th Steel Company has already
No more bricks have been hoisted.
But the teaching team still uses this trick.
Chen Fei originally wanted to say a few words, but fortunately, he was thoughtful and not impatient. He held it back and planned to see the situation first before speaking.
But the other students from the Seventh Company were not as calm as him. When one student heard that the teaching team was still trying to lift bricks, he immediately stood up and protested, saying that this method was too backward and unscientific. The Seventh Company of Steel had long ago
He was eliminated. What he didn't expect was that his good intentions would be met with terrible anger from the squad leader and the teacher. That afternoon, not only did he have to hang bricks with other students, but he also had to lift more bricks than others and spent more time.
longer.
After hearing the news, Chen Fei naturally didn't dare to mention that incident anymore and just followed the practice honestly.
After the day's training was completed and dismissed, when he returned to the dormitory, he raised his hand and grabbed the small stairs to climb up, but there was a bang and he fell down.
In the past, he would just jump up. Today, he knew that he was definitely not going to make it. So he honestly wanted to climb up the stairs, but after trying hard to lift them up with both hands, he couldn't use any strength at all.
.
With a bang, he fell directly to the ground.
Fortunately, his lower berth, Zhao Zhigang, happened to be sitting on the bed. Seeing this, he hurriedly grabbed him.
"Chen Fei, what's wrong with you?"
"I have no strength in my hands!"
"ah?"
"I threw hundreds of grenades today at noon and hung bricks for two hours in the afternoon. My arms cramped and I have no strength at all!" Chen Fei explained weakly.
"Alas - the trees are so beautiful in the forest that the wind will destroy them!" Zhao Zhigang patted Chen Fei on the shoulder and sighed.
Next to him, another team member said: "Poet, you are wrong to complain. Black King Kong did not deliberately mess with Chen Fei. He had high hopes for Chen Fei and specially trained him. You haven't seen that his bomb-dropping posture is different from ours."
Is it the same?"
"Ah? Really?" Zhao Zhigang took his eyes back from that guy and looked at Chen Fei.
Chen Fei didn't hide it either: "I learned back boxing from the squad leader, and he asked me to use this method to practice exerting force!"
"Tongbei? Is it the kind that Zhao Wenzhuo is the best at? I want to learn it too?" Zhao Zhigang's eyes lit up, but he soon smiled: "But forget it, we have to throw so many grenades every day
, I don’t have that ability!”
At dinner that day, Chen Fei was miserable. His two arms seemed to be useless. He tried to pick up a piece of meat with the kuaizi, but he couldn't hold it firmly, and the piece of meat fell into the bowl with a snap.
"Holy shit!" Chen Fei couldn't laugh or cry. It's not like he couldn't even have dinner.
He continued to work hard, using a quick clamp, but still failed. Snap, the piece of meat had just been picked up, but before it was brought to his mouth, it fell again. He changed the spoon, but the spoon could not be held firmly.
This scene was seen by Zhao Zhigang who was sitting aside. He was a little surprised, but then asked with concern: "Chen Fei, you can't even pick up the vegetables, right?"
Chen Fei did not answer, but smiled bitterly.
"Oh - poor child -" Zhao Zhigang took a few mouthfuls of food, then put down his own bowl, took Chen Fei's bowl, found a spoon, and fed Chen Fei one bite at a time.
"Thank you." Chen Fei was very grateful.
"No need to thank you, we are brothers!" Zhao Zhigang chuckled and gave Chen Fei a mouthful. Then he said again: "When I return to the dormitory later, I will give you some good safflower oil, I'm sure
You will be alive and kicking again tomorrow!"
"Where did you get the safflower oil?" Chen Fei was a little curious.
"You brought them! I'm very well prepared. I brought all the safflower oil, Yunnanbaiyao and so on."