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 scorekeeper's face flushed crimson as he nodded rapidly, "These are the political commissar's results. 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.
After listening to it again, Song Yiyi still felt uncomfortable.
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 a training uniform today.
He is not far away from Cen Bowen.
Cen Bowen was bent over, with big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, making his pale face even more pale, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.
Compared to him.
Cen Yue felt like an outsider.
He stood in a slightly lazy manner, 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 take it when he sees it.
It turned out that I couldn't communicate with Cen Yue just by looking at him without opening my mouth.
They didn't have the tacit understanding to 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 weird.
Gu Cheng finished reading the record in the notebook, handed it back to the scorekeeper, and said, "Deputy Battalion Commander Cen's score is not bad either."
It’s not low.
He is even considered a leader in the group.
But he was somewhat overestimating his own abilities when he brazenly challenged Cen Yue.
Cen Bowen calmed down, looked up at Song Yiyi beside Gu Chengze, and then stood up and took two steps towards him, "The competition isn't 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 on earth is he doing?
No one could guess what Cen Bowen was thinking, only he knew clearly.
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 closely linked to battlefield skills such as climbing high walls and overcoming obstacles."
Song Yiyi nodded with a half-understanding.
But the person I'm thinking of is someone else.
For example, since Cen Yue is so good at climbing over walls, he must be pretty good at stealing things from other people's homes, right?
No wonder he picked her up with one hand before.
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