This is how the military training life attached to Shingu University began.

However, under a group of instructors from the Delta Force, what will become of this military training?

On the playground, the students lined up in a neat horizontal line, looking at the instructor in front of them who was 190 tall and weighed more than 190, and the muscles of the whole body were suddenly like Mr. Bodybuilder, and they were all frightened.

"Listen up~!"

The instructor swept the audience, his eyes were like electricity, and the scar on his face was shocking, like a murderer who cut his throat.

"I dare to assert that most of you reptiles can't survive the first level, because I only see cowardice and stupidity on the faces of you reptiles!"

The sound was like thunder, so that everyone's eardrums were buzzing, and a timid girl fainted directly.

The instructor waved his hand, beckoned someone to carry her down, and continued to lecture:

"Listen, I don't care who you used to be, now that you're here, in my hands, you're nothing, just a bunch of wretched!"

Someone in the audience seemed to have muttered dissatisfiedly. Yet even the slightest resistance did not escape his ears.

"Looks like you have an opinion about me. ”

The pure black military stick was directly aimed at a student.

"No, it's not me ......"

"20 laps of the playground!"

The 200 decibel shout frightened the student with a shudder, and just wanted to explain, the instructor had already raised his military stick and smashed a pit directly on the concrete floor with a "snap".

The student's face turned pale, and he ran as if he were chasing a vicious dog behind him.

The rest of the classmates' eyes were black, and the words "nightmare" slammed down in front of everyone.

"Listen!" the instructor continued, "this is the first lesson I have taught you, here everyone must obey me, I don't care if he is scolding just now, but here! I say wrong is wrong, I say right is right! There is no option to plead! Whoever disagrees, then defeat me." Did you hear it all?"

"Yes, sir!" replied dozens in unison.

It's over, it's already hellish difficulty.

"If you think I'm too harsh, go home! If you think you're worthy of standing here, prove to me that you're not a wreck! If you want to cry, use a pillow. Am I kidding?!"

"No, sir!"

This is no longer hell-level, but ghost-level!

But that's just the beginning!

Soon, this military training evolved into a devil's special training.

One-two-one or something, don't think about it. Their training items are: tactical off-road, water endurance and flue escape, target practice or something, it's too low, they play live CS!

There is still an entertainment program for singing and practicing, but the game is to beat the drum with a grenade and pass the flowers......

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"No, I can't hold it anymore. During a weight-bearing long-distance run, Jiang Shaohui was out of breath with a white face.

In fact, it's not just him, Zhao Ting, Chen Zhou, and Wei Yuanzhi are all about the same, and the four cylinders that used to dominate in the school have now become four lowercase "L".

The long-term and high-intensity training has completely overdrawn their physical strength, but the instructor is extremely strict, and he is not allowed to rest at all if he can't run 10 kilometers, and he doesn't know how long his eyes are, and every time he can fall from the sky when you want to be lazy, they can only hide behind the women's toilet and be lazy for a while- This is the only place where the instructor can't appear, otherwise he will be identified as some kind of sexual abnormality, speaking of which F4 is actually dangerous to do this, if you don't know this hat, you will have to wear it on your head, but they can't care so much, and now rest is the most important thing.

They slowly slumped against the trunk of the tree, so that the "L" became "S" again.

In fact, this is not bad, after a few days of training, the classmates poured batch after batch, and there are really few who can still stand now.

"Is the principal really for military training?" Chen Zhou asked angrily, "Isn't it really for training us to rob banks?"

"You're wrong. Wei Yuanzhi was far-sighted, "You don't need to be so ruthless in robbing the bank, I think the principal is planning to organize a siege of Zhongnanhai ......"

"I'm a big drop of good people~" Zhao Ting covered his face, as if he was about to be wiped out.

"I'm unbalanced when I talk about it!" Jiang Shaohui jumped up from the ground, "Why are we tired of practicing here, and someone can sleep at home?"

His words speak to the common sentiment of the four people, and everyone knows who "someone" means.

Yang Zhen!

This is not that Yang Zhen is deliberately hypocritical, this level of training is naturally nothing for a generation of soldier kings, but instead of wasting time here, it is better to stay at home and cultivate the truth.

There is still a month and a half before the auction, and it is unimaginable to do nothing for such a long time, especially when there is a "ghost" staring at you behind you, this feeling is like being thrown into a horror movie, you know that you will die, but you don't know when you will die, and you don't know how you will die, this feeling is very powerless, powerless and infuriating.

Yang Zhen has always hoped to be able to improve his rank as soon as possible, in a world infested with demons and monsters, only strength is the last word, so from the beginning of military training, he asked the principal for sick leave on the grounds of "physical discomfort".

In this regard, the principal originally didn't want to sign the fake note, but Yang Zhen was personally taken care of by the school board, and the relationship of the new palace university ~ He was helpless.

However, this kind of thing is particularly unbalanced in the eyes of F4, especially when they are strapped to a 50-kilogram sandbag, sticking out their tongues like dead dogs passing under the Red Mansion, as soon as they look up, they can see a figure on the balcony sitting on a chaise longue, looking at their nose and nose, and holding a glass of Dry Martell, and the sun shines on him, like an advertising CG for a resort villa

But this CG is blind~!

"I think that kid must be pretending to be sick!" Chen Zhou gritted his teeth.

Liang Zi has already been settled, although the cause is just to help the boss, but the demerit punishment is his own, the post-event review is his own, and the public apology at the opening ceremony is also his own, which is like being kicked into the garbage heap by someone after pretending to fail, F4 has been discredited these days, and it is naturally extremely intolerable for those who aspire to become the boss.

"No~ I must report him to the instructor!" Wei Yuanzhi said. Doesn't Yang really like to "sue the teacher"? Then I will "sue the instructor"! This is called giving back to the other in the other way!

He thought so, and immediately put the action into action, and sure enough, the instructor's eyes were almost bursting with fire when he heard his feedback, and the steely arm muscles bulged:

"What! It's pretending to be sick!"

Wei Yuanzhi immediately came to his senses: "It's true, if you don't believe it, I'll take you to see it immediately." ”

The instructor didn't answer, he picked up the military stick with a gloomy face and walked out, and the bones of his whole body made a sound one by one like fried bamboo beans with each step.

Wei Yuanzhi hurriedly trotted to keep up, looking at the Red Mansion not far away as he walked, his brain was running faster than a photonic computer, and in less than a second, he had already seen a two-meter-tall gorilla descending from the sky, holding a mace and roaring in the sky.

"Is this here?" the instructor pointed to the chic hardcover door of the Red Mansion.

Wei Yuanzhi nodded like pounding garlic, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

The second second: The gate of the Red Mansion opened with a "sigh", and Yang Zhen's vest and shorts rushed out: "You are looking for a smoke, Lao Tzu sleeps and you howl with me~"

The door really opened, and Yang Zhen walked out of it with a small vest and big pants, sleepy-eyed.

This is the sequelae of feeling the aura of the weather, he has been on the balcony for the past few days, seemingly closing his eyes to recuperate, but in fact absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, this feeling is too comfortable, as if every cell in the body is completely relaxed, and as a result, he involuntarily fell asleep. Later, he called Shu Xiaoman and learned that this situation was normal, because he had absorbed too much heaven and earth aura, and there was no suitable method to guide them, and the aura poured into his head at one time, Shu Xiaoman was also particularly envious of Yang Zhen's ability to sense aura, and Yang Zhen could only smile bitterly at this.

Wei Yuanzhi squinted at him, in his eyes, Yang Zhen was really confused like the kind of villain who laughed at the protagonist, according to the logic of the drama, he must be beaten in the end, so he looked at him as if he was looking at a dead man.

The third second: The gorilla picked up Yang Zhen and rushed straight to the backyard with a barbed mace, and then the screen turned, and the documentary "People and Animals" was playing on TV......

Wei Yuanzhi put his hands in his pockets, and Yang Zhen looked confused, as if he hadn't figured out what was going on with the "thug" that suddenly appeared in front of him. He pondered whether he should give the other party a minimum of mercy before he died.

The instructor's pupils narrowed and he rushed over in stride.

Wei Yuan clenched his fists wisely!

Fourth second: The divine light suddenly rose, and the two-meter-tall King Kong beat his chest and roared, and a flower next to him withered silently.

Instructor: "Captain!"

Team......

The divine light is extinguished, and the death knell rings.

Wei Yuanzhi watched the instructor give Yang Zhen a hug affectionately, and felt that something was broken in his heart.

"When did you return home, and you've been missed since you left......

He didn't hear a word of what he said.

On that day, all the teachers and students of the school saw a figure walking step by step along the playground, the heavy sandbags pressed him so that he barely fell to the ground, the instructor sticks on the side rained down, and the passing students looked sideways, like the proletarian toiling masses carrying three mountains on their backs.