"There's no reason, you just need to obey!" said the instructor expressionlessly.
"Are you sure?" Jing Ling raised his head slightly and looked at him.
The instructor was 185cm tall, standing straight like a pine tree. He looked down at Jing Ling and said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense! Stand up straight and take your hands out of your trouser pockets. What kind of person are you in such a sloppy state?"
"Oh." Jing Ling responded lazily, but his actions were not slow at all. Keep your chest up and abdomen in, heels close together, legs straight, shoulders level, arms hanging naturally, fingers together and slightly bent, with the tip of your thumb against the second joint of your index finger, and your middle finger against the seam of your camouflage pants. He looked straight ahead and said in a full voice, "Please give me your instructions, Instructor!"
This is a very standard military posture. Even if the instructor looks at it with the most critical eyes, he cannot find any flaws. He snorted unhappily and pointed in the direction of the training ground. "20 laps, you can rest when you finish. If you can't finish before mealtime, you won't have lunch this afternoon! Don't even think about running half a lap. I'll be here until you finish! Now, get lost!"
"I'm sorry, I can walk, run and jump, but I can't roll. How about you show me how to do it, instructor?" Jing Ling didn't forget to make a joke before leaving. Seeing the instructor's two thick eyebrows squeezed together in an instant, his arms raised, and his camouflage short sleeves couldn't cover his bulging muscles, he decisively ran away, waving his hands to attract hatred while running. Sure enough, a moment later, I heard the instructor's angry roar from behind me, "Little bastard!"
The army’s training ground is a standard 400-meter track, and 20 laps is 8 kilometers. Nowadays, most students are out of breath after running 800 meters, so increasing the amount by 10 times is tantamount to murder. However, this is not a problem for Jing Ling at all. After all, he is a person with a abnormal physique that has been systematically strengthened. In addition, the career plan of one of the heroines he once coached was to become a track and field queen. As the coach of the heroine, he is familiar with various training methods and can even run a marathon, let alone a mere 8 kilometers.
He should have done enough warm-up exercises before long-distance running, but the instructor was a little irritated by his provocation, so Jing Ling skipped this step. Keep jogging at a steady pace along the track, swing your arms forward, and adjust your breathing to balance by exhaling once every three steps.
The army does not allow mobile phones, and he has no habit of wearing a watch. But just now, after sending the girl to the infirmary, I glanced at the wall clock on my way back. The time was 3:50. I talked to the instructor for a while, so I started running at 4 o'clock. The army’s dinner time is 6 o’clock, and there are still two hours, a total of 120 minutes, which is plenty of time.
Jing Ling was not in a hurry at all. It took him 5 minutes to jog a lap. When I passed by the instructor, I heard him mock me, "You're so slow! Are you a coward?"
He retorted without any loss, "I'm sorry, I'm not well-educated and didn't know there was a zodiac sign called turtle. Also, are you stupid? I'm running 8 kilometers, not 800 meters. Running too fast is just a waste of energy."
Not surprisingly, the instructor was so angry that he frowned and glared, and was furious.
The second lap is still 5 minutes. This time when he passed by the instructor, the other party did not continue to talk to him, but snorted coldly to express his attitude.
The third lap, the fourth lap, the fifth lap... until the twelfth lap, Jing Ling still maintained a speed of 5 minutes per lap, as accurate as a machine, and his face was normal and his breathing was smooth. Only a few strands of hair on his forehead wet with sweat proved that he was indeed exercising.
The instructor finally looked him in the eye. This time when Jing Ling passed by him, the instructor asked, "Do you usually exercise? How long have you persisted?"
The original owner did not have the habit of exercising, but Jing Ling did. No matter how busy he was, he would take a few days a week to run. "A few years, I guess." He said casually and continued running around the training ground.
When he ran to the 19th lap and passed the class team at the other end of the training ground, he slowed down and greeted the other female instructor. Although the girls in the army are not as cute as those outside, and many people even equate them with men, in Jing Ling's eyes, no matter whether they are 80 years old or 3 years old, they are all girls no matter where they are.
The female instructor was a very strict person and she didn't smile twice throughout the whole day. However, there is almost no resistance to a guy like Jing Ling, who has almost perfect facial features, red lips and white teeth, and can wear the bulky camouflage uniforms that are custom-made in large quantities and have no pattern at all, looking handsome and stylish. Seeing Jing Ling greet her, she tried to soften her expression and nodded slightly to him.
"Instructor, can I ask you a question?" Jing Ling asked.
The female instructor nodded.
…
The last lap was finished at 5:30, and it was time for everyone to disperse and rest. The originally disciplined training ground suddenly became restless, with students gathering in groups of two or three to discuss various topics. Jing Ling walked through the crowd and came to the instructor. "Instructor, I have something to say to you."
The latter looked at him with a cold face and said, "Speak!"
Jing Ling smiled, "Are you sure you want me to say it in front of so many people?"
Because of the previous confrontations, the instructor had experienced the power of Jing Ling's mouth. After hearing what he said, he hesitated for a moment, bent down and whispered, "Go ahead."
Jing Ling leaned close to his ear and whispered word by word, "You, a damn, sister-control freak!" After he finished speaking, he walked away. By the time the instructor came to his senses, he had already blended into the crowd. At first glance, everyone was wearing camouflage uniforms, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
"Mm, I knew that this little bastard is no good!" The instructor was so angry that his face looked very ugly. Such a big and strong man, with bulging muscles on his chest and arms, looked quite scary when he frowned and glared. Even the girl passing by subconsciously stayed away from him.
As the culprit, Jing Ling was already on his way to the cafeteria.
In the absence of high-calorie foods, eating more is the best way to replenish energy. In order to maintain normal physical fitness, his normal appetite is very scary. In the first few days after he arrived, he scared Jing Qiu. Later, when he was on the crew, he was teased by everyone as a glutton, saying that he must have eaten fake food. The 8 kilometers he had just run consumed a lot of his energy, and he could already foresee the horrified looks that everyone would give him.
But it doesn't matter, he is thick-skinned.
In the army, you have to serve your own food. You only have to serve as much as you eat. No waste is allowed. Someone will serve the dishes, and if there is no more, you can keep adding more. When Jing Ling was queuing up to get his food, he gave the auntie opposite him a very bright smile. Then the spoon in her hand seemed to have eyes, and she filled it with all the good stuff, making Jing Ling's plate piled up.
"Thank you, sister!" Jing Ling said sweetly, and then walked away with the plate in her hand amid the contemptuous, indignant or envious looks of the crowd.
He chose a seat in the corner and sat down, using chopsticks and spoon together, like a refugee from Africa. It would not be an exaggeration to describe his eating speed as going in whirlwind. When the food on the plate was almost half finished, someone sat down opposite him. When they looked up, it was their instructor.
The other party also glanced at him, and then buried his head in eating. After a long while, he finally asked, "How do you know my identity?"
Of course, I found out by asking, and it was the female instructor of the class at the other end of the training ground. But Jing Ling would not betray his sister, so he made up a story, "I guessed it. You are targeting me right after we started training, there must be a reason. I am sure I have never had any contact with you before, so I can only look for the reason from the people and things I have come into contact with recently. Your last name is Jiang, and there is a word "Si" in your name, so it is easy to connect you with Jiang Sijin. There is no need to continue the rest."
The instructor snorted coldly, "I'm warning you to stay away from Xiao Jin! Don't have any ideas about her!"
Jing Ling rolled her eyes at him, "I've heard this for the second time. I admit that Miss Jiang is very beautiful, and I understand your precious sister, but I don't think everyone looks like a thief! Take a good look at my face, don't you think that under normal circumstances, it would be someone else who is targeting me?"
Upon hearing this, the instructor accidentally bent the spoon in his hand.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
