Song Yiyi doesn't understand physical training.
But she could feel the excitement of the people around her.
Gu Chengze took the notebook and took a look at it. "Eighty pull-ups in five minutes?"
There was a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Yes." The soldier counting the scores, his face dark red, nodded rapidly, "These are the results of the political commissar. The political commissar won both events on the horizontal bar."
When Song Yiyi heard this, it took her two seconds to react.
After confirming that she had heard correctly, she raised the corners of her lips and asked, "So Political Commissar Cen won?"
The black and red guy quickly explained to her, "No, sister-in-law, there are four events in total. The leader wins the horizontal bar, and there are three more events."
For this title.
I still feel uncomfortable listening to Song Yiyi again.
But you have to adapt slowly.
Song Yiyi looked around the crowd and looked at the person standing in the middle of the training ground.
Cen Yue rarely wore training uniform today.
He is not far away from Cen Bowen.
Cen Bowen bent over, with big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, making his pretty face even paler, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.
Compared to him.
Cen Yue felt like an outsider.
He stood in a slightly lazy posture, with only a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he still had time to look over here slowly and leisurely.
Song Yiyi wanted to take the opportunity to convey some information to him.
Let him quit while he is ahead.
It turned out that I couldn't communicate with Cen Yue just by looking at him without opening my mouth.
There was no tacit understanding between them that they could guess each other's thoughts without saying anything.
Cen Yue's gaze fell on her and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
That looks a bit lacking.
Gu Chengze finished reading the records in the notebook, handed it back to the scorekeeper, and said, "Deputy Battalion Commander Cen's performance is not bad either."
It’s not low.
He is even considered the best in the group.
But his brazen challenge to Cen Yue was somewhat overestimating his own abilities.
Cen Bowen calmed down, looked up and saw Song Yiyi beside Gu Chengze, stood up and took two steps towards him and said, "The competition is not over yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
Cen Bowen believes that the horizontal bar may be his uncle's strong point, but the remaining items are his strengths.
He looks like a stubborn chicken.
Or the kind with permed hair.
Cen Bowen raised his chin, looked at Song Yiyi and asked, "What's next?"
Song Yiyi: “….”
If there weren't so many people around, she really wanted to ask him if he had turned his head home when he went out in the morning.
The scorer rushed to answer: "Small arms fire!"
Cen Bowen wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled at Song Yiyi, turned around and walked towards the training ground.
Song Yiyi was almost drowned by the oil.
What is he doing?
No one can guess what Cen Bowen is thinking, only he himself knows.
He went back home and thought about it all night last night.
He firmly believed that Cen Yue married Song Yiyi just to dispel the rumors.
Since his uncle doesn't respect Yiyi, he wants to teach his uncle a lesson.
He didn't want anything, he just hoped that after what happened today, his uncle would be nicer to Yiyi.
After changing the venue, Song Yiyi followed Gu Chengze.
Gu Cheng explained to her carefully, "Hand-ups and pull-ups require extremely high levels of muscle endurance and movement stability. They primarily test upper limb strength and core stability, and are a regular part of our military training."
"These two trainings are directly related to battlefield skills such as climbing high walls and overcoming obstacles."
Song Yiyi nodded with a vague understanding.
But I was thinking about something else.
For example, since Cen Yue is so good at climbing over walls, he must be very good at stealing things from other people’s homes, right?
No wonder he picked her up with one hand before.
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 an average of 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 Bowen had already come here and were ready.
Song Yiyi watched as Cen Bowen 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 Bowen turned around and looked at Song Yiyi with a proud look in his eyes 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 winner of this round was Cen Bowen. 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 Bowen immediately became anxious and reached out to grab the scorekeeper's notebook, "Did you see it wrong?"
He felt that he was the fifty-ring one.
After all, before the game, he had heard his grandfather scolding his uncle.
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