Chapter 7: Entering the Barracks (7)
"But I had a wound on my face, and I was a little curious about where it came from. ”
"Wounded, that's kind of interesting!"
He Xiaoling touched his chin, his eyes were full of interest,
"Don't think about it, there will be a chance to see it in the future, go back!"
interrupted He Xiaoling's reverie, Jiang Han slapped her on the shoulder, He Xiaoling suddenly collapsed, hurriedly sorted out his mood, started the car and left the train station.
In fact, there are not many female soldiers in Han Yao's group of trains, and there are only thirty in total, so the group of people on the road after leaving the train station is not very spectacular.
Han Yao didn't rush forward at the beginning, which was more physically demanding, and thirty kilometers was not covered after all, so it was more reliable to spend physical strength reasonably.
Running slowly and leisurely in the middle of the team, in fact, these people have long lost their formation when they run like this without organization and discipline, and it is good to say that the team is good.
Zhang Lanxiao ran side by side with her, Han Yao turned his head to look at Zhang Lanxiao, who was not red and out of breath like her, and said with a smile,
"Not bad!"
Zhang Lan glanced at her with a smile and raised his eyebrows,
"Of course, I went to sports school, and long-distance running was my forte. ”
It was not difficult to hear the smugness in her words, Han Yao couldn't help but look at her twice, he didn't expect Zhang Lanxiao to have this side, it was really cute!
"What about you, you're in good shape, too!"
"Me?"
Han Yao shook his head,
"I grew up growing. ”
"Oooh. ”
Zhang Lan laughed in response, and turned around to concentrate on running, what Han Yao didn't say was what a cruel experience it was to practice since childhood, although the nightmare in that period was far away from now, it was still terrifying.
That's it, it's been a long time, what's the point of thinking about it now, think about these 30 kilometers, it's better to run these 30 kilometers first, it is estimated that when you run there, you will be paralyzed.
Along the way, Han Yao didn't think about sprinting, but ran at a constant speed all the way, and by the time he arrived at the door of the recruit company, there were already many people coming.
Looking at the female soldiers who ran back from several different directions, Han Yao knew in his heart, sure enough, all female soldiers had this kind of treatment, and now Han Yao's heart was a little balanced.
Stopped at the door, gasping for breath, slowly moving his feet, and was hit by someone coming from the side, Han Yao reacted in time, stumbled a few steps, and there was a tearing pain in his leg,
Han Yao couldn't help but scold his mother in his heart, and at the same time, he quickly reached out and grabbed the female soldier who rushed forward uncontrollably, and pulled the female soldier back with a force.
The female soldier patted her chest, took a few breaths, wiped the sweat from her face again, and then turned her head to thank Han Yao, at this time Han Yao had already withdrawn her hand, took two steps back, and looked at the female soldier in front of her who showed a mouthful of big white teeth,
"Thank you, I just bumped into you, fortunately you're fine, and you pulled me, you reacted so quickly, let me introduce myself, my name is Zhu Junyang, what about you?"
Saying that, he also stretched out his hand towards Han Yao, Han Yao glanced at her hand, but did not stretch out his hand, Zhu Junyang saw that she didn't buy it, looked down at his hand, withdrew his hand and wiped it on his clothes, and stretched it out again,
"It's clean this time!"
Han Yao admired her heart a little, and stretched out his hand to hold her hand,
"Han Yao, distant Yao. ”
In order to avoid anyone asking how the characters were written, Han Yao simply said them together.
Zhu Junyang scratched his head twice,
"How do you know I'm going to ask how to write it?"