Thinking that he could have four days off starting tomorrow, Bai Song continued to grit his teeth and persevere.
He could at least hold on for an hour. Bai Song felt that he was not that fragile. After all, today was just a "test".
When Bai Song returned to the house in the afternoon, he felt like his whole body was falling apart.
"How is it? Are you okay?" Qiao Qi asked.
"No problem!" Bai Song said.
"Well, okay, this frequency is pretty good. I'll keep running every day. I'll only practice this kind of exercise when I'm at work. On weekends, I can go swimming or something to relax, but I can't give up completely." Qiao Qi said, "I still have to run tonight, don't forget."
"Ah?" Bai Song said quickly, "Tomorrow is May Day. I need the car. How can I go home without the car?"
"Isn't this easy? Why don't you get up early tomorrow and run to the parking lot to pick up the car?"
…
There really is a way...
"Okay!" Bai Song gritted his teeth and agreed.
Qiao Qi walked over with a smile and began to give Bai Song some restorative massage, "I'll continue to tell you about disguise in a moment."
Regimental-level cadres can choose to work independently.
After choosing your own job, you will still receive a considerable retirement pension every month, which is higher than the civil servants' pension, and you don't have to do anything.
Most people who want to change their careers and become police officers want to make more contributions, so Qiao Qi is naturally happy to support the younger generation.
Of course, there is often a gap between ideals and reality. Many military cadres are not afraid of hard work after they transfer to police stations, but they are still troubled by the extremely complicated tasks, and many of them end up retiring early.
After a whole day, he only learned the basics of camouflage. The waterproof makeup on his face was very interesting. It was the first time for Baisong to put on makeup in his life, so it was quite novel.
This type of makeup is different from women's makeup. It is mainly for change rather than to look better. Therefore, it requires higher skills and a sense of comprehensiveness and drawing.
Maybe in a few years, Zhao Xinqiao will have to ask Bai Song how to put on makeup.
Thinking of this, Bai Song secretly laughed, as if he wouldn't be tired at all if he ran straight home from work.
Before leaving get off work, Qiao Qi took out a mat from his cabinet and said, "I'll be at home on May Day, so I still need to do basic push-ups and the like."
"Is this a yoga mat?" Bai Song asked, "I have this."
"You have it? This is a marching mat containing a certain amount of aramid fiber. If you don't want it, forget it." After saying that, Qiao Qi was about to put it back in the cabinet. Just when he had put it back halfway, he suddenly saw a flash in front of his eyes and it was snatched away by Bai Song.
"Master Qiao, you are too polite..." Bai Song kneaded the mat. The material was much harder than ordinary yoga mats. It was definitely not as comfortable to use as a yoga mat, but this thing could not be bought.
Aramid is a kind of fabric with insulation and heat preservation properties. Another name for it is widely known - Kevlar. Different types of aramid fibers are mainly used in bulletproof vests, bulletproof cloth, bridge reinforcement, earthquake-resistant reinforcement...
"What are you fighting for..." Qiao Qi scolded with a smile, "This has been sitting there for a long time. Take it back and spread it out to air it out."
"Hey, okay."
Boys have no resistance to things with military-related words.
After bringing the cloth into the car, Bai Song spread it out immediately and hung it on the clothesline behind the driver's seat. Because it was too wide, Bai Song directly clamped it with two clips on the clothesline, and more than half of the lower part was still hanging on the ground.
It's really comfortable to take advantage of it~
After parking the car, Bai Song didn’t take the cloth for the time being. He locked the car and ran back home.
Today was even more tiring than yesterday, mainly because the training at noon was really intense. When he returned to his residence, Bai Song felt like he was about to become an immortal. His mind was fuzzy, and the six eggs he had at noon were as good as if he hadn't eaten them.
This time, Bai Song used navigation software to measure the walking distance from beginning to end, and then calculated the pace. It was indeed around 7 minutes, but he insisted on running the whole way, which made him very excited.
I can have another fish tonight!
Really rich... Bai Song felt good about himself. Now he can go to a restaurant and order food every day! Thinking of this, Bai Song absorbed a little more spiritual strength and went into the restaurant he had eaten yesterday.
As soon as I walked in, I was hit again. The table that had ordered half of its food yesterday came back again.
Generally speaking, if the customer pays after ordering and leaves halfway through eating, the restaurant will not clean up the table immediately because they don't know if the customer is still eating and they have to wait for a while. Otherwise, if the customer comes back after cleaning up, it will be hard to explain.
There are so many left on the table today, and even more than yesterday.
Yesterday it was fine, there were only a few vegetables left, but today even the bacon and other things are left... What a waste...
Bai Song had just finished running and was not very hungry yet, so he first found the owner of the restaurant and expressed his desire to learn how to make boiled fish, pointing out that he had come here to eat yesterday.
This is not a private dish, it is just a very common method. The difficulty lies not in the procedure but in the knife skills and the heat. So the boss did not hide his secrets and told Bai Song that he could stand outside the kitchen and watch - it is an open kitchen.
"Little brother, you can look around, but you look unfamiliar." The restaurant owner felt that Bai Song had lied to him: "I didn't remember you coming here to eat fish yesterday."
"I really came here yesterday and ordered boiled fish, white-cut chicken and other dishes. They were very good." Bai Song praised: "The taste is very good."
"I don't have much impression of that..." The boss scratched his head.
"Oh oh oh, wait a minute." Bai Song then remembered something. He was still wearing makeup!
Thinking of this, he ran to the bathroom and removed his makeup. Because it was waterproof makeup, Bai Song used the makeup remover given by Master Qiao to successfully remove it.
This shows that he has achieved some success and even the restaurant owner can't recognize him!
Looking at himself in the mirror, Bai Song clenched his fists. His efforts were not in vain! In just one day, he had already reached a level that strangers could not tell!
After washing his face, Bai Song went back again, expecting the boss's surprised expression: "Take another look, do you have an impression?"
"What impression?" The boss was stunned for a moment: "Did you just wash the mud off your face?"
"Huh???" Bai Song's eyes widened: "Do you still remember that I came here to order food yesterday?"
The boss looked at Bai Song carefully and said, "Well, it's better to wash your face more cleanly next time... But I really don't have any impression."
…
???
Could it be that this boss is face-blind? ?
Bai was excited, and Bai Song didn't explain anything to the boss. He turned around and carefully observed the chef's movements.
This boss...don't bother with him.
After a delicious meal, Bai Song returned home, called Zhao Xinqiao and Wang Liang respectively, and went to bed early because he needed to get up early to pick up the car tomorrow.
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