Song Yiyi thought about the time when Kang Ying jumped off the building and Cen Yue grabbed her and threw her to the ground, and she felt a little angry.

Seeing that she wasn't very interested, Gu Cheng smiled and said, "Before today, the highest record for horizontal bar curls was 7.4 per minute, and Lao Cen just did 10."

Song Yiyi continued to nod, "Wow, that's amazing."

She praised him without any sincerity, and her expression did not change at all.

It seemed that he didn't listen to Gu Chengze's words at all.

Gu Chengze didn't force her, but smiled and shook his head.

The group arrived at the shooting range.

Cen Yue and Cen Bo had already come here to prepare.

Song Yiyi watched as Cen Boyu picked up the pistol and lay down on the ground next to Cen Yue.

Gu Cheng tilted his head and said to her, "They compete in standing, kneeling, or lying down, choosing from three positions. They shoot accurately at targets at different distances at a 20-degree elevation angle."

This time, Song Yiyi raised her hand.

Then quickly cover your ears.

Just kidding, even though it was her first time seeing it, she still had some basic common sense.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw two men raising their guns, aiming, and shooting in one go.

A burst of gunfire.

Before Song Yiyi could see clearly, the game was over.

The results were quickly tallied.

The scorer shook the notebook in his hand from a distance and shouted, "50 rings! It's 50 rings!"

The surrounding soldiers cheered and shouted again.

Cen Bo turned around and looked at Song Yiyi with a look of pride and raised his eyebrows.

Song Yiyi hid behind Gu Chengze.

She was really afraid of being killed by oil in the hot summer.

Song Yiyi also thought that the victory of this round belonged to Cen Bo, after all, he started to show off so confidently.

The scorer came back and said, "The commander scored 50 rings with 5 bullets, and Deputy Battalion Commander Cen scored 48 rings."

There was another round of thunderous applause.

Cen Bo immediately became anxious and reached out to grab the scorekeeper's notebook, "Did you see it wrong?"

He felt that he was the tenth ring.

After all, before the game, he had heard his grandfather scolding his uncle.

When my uncle was promoted, he chose to do political and ideological work, and my grandfather scolded him for being a hopeless case.

Even his mother said that his uncle chose to retire because of his poor physical condition.

Cen Bo was sure of this, so he dared to compete with Cen Yue.

A young man followed behind the scorer and said firmly, "It can't be wrong. I saw it and the deputy battalion commander scored 48 rings. If you don't believe me, let's go over and take a look."

The young man looked honest and simple.

While they were arguing, Cen Yue took the water bottle from a comrade, took a few sips and screwed it on.

He walked up to Song Yiyi with his long legs and stuffed the kettle directly into her arms.

Song Yiyi pouted, but still held it obediently.

She also took the opportunity to whisper: "Don't be stubborn, if you can't do it, just run away, I'll help you."

Cen Yue raised his eyes and left without saying anything.

Cen Bo was really unwilling to accept this.

I ran over with a few comrades, and only came back dejectedly after confirming it.

"The remaining two items are sit-ups and close combat."

Gu Chengze walked with Song Yiyi and continued to explain to her: "They have already used up a lot of energy just now, and they will definitely be tired soon."

Song Yiyi looked around and found that they were a little distance away from the crowd.

She looked up at Gu Chengze and asked, "Brother, why did you call me over?"

If I want her to see what kind of person Cen Yue is.

That's too far-fetched.

What can you learn from a duel with Cen Bo?

At most, it can be seen that Cen Yue has good work ability, but what does this have to do with her?

Song Yiyi was confused.

Gu Chengze stopped and his expression became serious——