In a car accident, Song Yiyi transmigrated into a book, her memories screaming that "the original owner would die miserably for pestering the military officer male lead."
When she was...
He also had to quietly stop Cen Bowen from being too harsh.
Soon, the young soldier took Song Yiyi to the training ground.
"Sister-in-law, the political commissar made a bet with Deputy Battalion Commander Cen. He said the whole regiment would witness it, and whoever lost would voluntarily accept the demotion."
The little soldier looked innocent.
Song Yiyi was speechless.
What kind of kindergarten behavior is this?
Can the military district really tolerate such a joke?
There was a crowd of people gathered at the training ground, making a lot of noise.
"Right now, they're doing pull-ups and pull-ups."
Gu Chengze's voice sounded from behind Song Yiyi.
Song Yiyi turned around and saw Gu Chengze waving to the young soldier who brought her here, "You go and see it too."
The little soldier stretched his neck to look towards the training ground, obviously very curious.
He saluted and ran over immediately after hearing that.
Song Yiyi pursed her lips and carefully observed Gu Chengze's expression before speaking: "Brother."
Gu Chengze had a gentle smile on his face, "Well, do you want to go over and take a look?"
Song Yiyi blinked.
Gu Chengze didn't wait for her to speak. He took her to the training ground and patiently explained, "It's okay. I've reported it to the regiment headquarters. You can go and see it. Yiyi, you have to know what kind of person you married."
As they passed by, a burst of cheers was heard.
Seeing Gu Chengze and Song Yiyi coming over, the soldiers consciously made way for them.
Gu Chengze smiled and asked, "Are the results out?"
Everyone said in unison: "It's out!"
The scorer holding the notebook said, "One hundred horizontal bar curls in ten minutes, another record!"