"It's all quiet for Lao Tzu!" Suddenly, an angry roar drowned out the sound of the entire company, and Fan Libo glared angrily at the chaotic team. Vertices are updated the fastest

At this moment, the majesty that Fan Libo had accumulated on weekdays played a role, he squinted at the students in front of him, and walked in front of everyone, "You are future soldiers!" You represent the national defense of the motherland, look at you now! Like what?! To die on the battlefield? ”

Fan Libo's majestic voice echoed in the playground, like morning bells and twilight drums in their ears, and everyone couldn't help but bow their heads under his stern gaze.

"All of them! Get down! A hundred push-ups! Do it for me right away! Fan Libo didn't say much, in the army, corporal punishment is the simplest and most effective way, and then, he looked back at Zhengji, "You do it too!" ”

Everyone didn't say a word, they scattered and lay on the ground in formation, and political discipline was naturally subject to obedience to orders.

Soon, Masaki found out that the hundred push-ups he had imagined were not very difficult, but they had a unique chance.

"One!" Fan Libo shouted, and then all the staff made one, holding their arms and waiting for the second order! And Fan Libo was not in a hurry at the moment, and the order of "two" was delayed, which seemed to be testing their patience and physical strength, so the students were allowed to hold their arms on the ground.

"Two!" Just when everyone felt that their arms were sore, the long-lost "two" finally arrived.

"Three!" Four! Fan Libo was irregular, shouting slogans as he pleased, which made the difficulty of the 100 push-ups, which was not very difficult, increase geometrically.

"I don't care who you were before you entered the school, and what a special identity you have outside the gate of this military academy! No matter how proud you so-called sons of heaven are! It doesn't matter which division commander or which army commander your father is, I tell you, when you come to me, you are all waste! It's all garbage, and you can't be a garbage anymore! Twenty-five! Fan Libo shouted slogans while circling around the students lying on their stomachs, destroying their will with his own tongue.

"I'm not a sanatorium here! Nor is it a resort! I tell you, no matter what your relationship is, or whether you have learned it by your true skills, this is not a place for you to gild! You are going to be able to go to war in the future! It's going to defend the country with flesh and blood! I will not allow you unqualified garbage to corrupt our army! Thirty! Fan Libo scolded loudly, although what he said was ugly, but everyone present did not dare to resist.

"Politics! It's a waste of you having a word in your name! On the first day, I violated discipline! Bring beer! Bad dormitory atmosphere! You're the worst soldier I've ever seen! Fan Libo finally pointed the signs to Zhengji, he didn't like Zhengji, although he had to admit that Zhengji's singing was good, and the military song was also written to his liking, but he was a person who did not leave a good impression on Fan Libo.

As an instructor, Fan Libo is first and foremost a professional soldier who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and what he hates most is unhealthy tendencies; in his opinion, although Zhengji is a celebrity, he is not qualified to enter the National Defense University of the People's Liberation Army at all! In his eyes, all the people who sing are sissies! The state, guarded by these sissies, is a joke! Big joke! Kill the enemy comfortably by singing?!

And Zhengji, a singer, relied on his relationship and walked into the gate of the National Defense University! It was only halfway through the class half a year after the start of school, what is this, this is a naked back door! This is a stain on the honor of the army! If every singer wants to come to the army to be gilded, then what combat effectiveness does the army have, and what honor does it have? The army is not a stage, not a show, it is a real knife and a real gun!

Therefore, with such a preconceived notion, he doesn't know the true details of political discipline, no matter how he looks at political discipline, he feels unpleasant, not to mention that he gathered to drink on the first day of today, which poked his wound!

Zhengji didn't know that he was already such an impression in Fan Libo's eyes, he just held his arms and waited silently for the slogan, he didn't defend, he didn't want to defend, he always believed in a criterion, speak with strength! Use your strength to conquer others! What's more, Fan Libo's words are a drop in the bucket compared to the devilish teaching of the martial arts instructor of the Zen Xi Temple!

"Why don't you speak? Are you not convinced? Think you're a waste? Don't think you're a star and you can sing a few songs and think you're amazing! Tell you, when you enter this academy, even if you are the king of heaven, you have to lie on my stomach for me! Star? Bullshit isn't! Singer? In the army, waste one! Fan Libo squatted down, as if adding psychological pressure to Zhengji, and shouted loudly in his ear.

"Yes! Instructor! Zhengji didn't raise his head, and shouted vigorously, without the slightest complaint or anger.

Seeing the submissive appearance of political discipline, a trace of surprise flashed in Fan Libo's eyes, as if he didn't expect that the pampered star in his eyes would behave so calmly.

The others were lying on the ground, secretly looking in the direction of Zhengji, a trace of sympathy flashed in their eyes, Zhengji is their idol, and they are naturally distressed when they see their idols being treated like this, but they can also see that this farce seems to be the instructor's disappointment to Zhengji.

And Masaki's roommate can't help but worry about Masaki, because of a hundred push-ups, such a life, they have experienced half a year, but even so, it is very difficult to complete such a unique push-up, Masaki is just a good singer, let him just come to such a difficult training, can he stand it? They seem to have seen Masaki lying on the bed in the dormitory after completing the exercise.

There are not many girls in the team, and at this moment, they are even more distressed to look at Zhengji with their heads down, and they can't wait to rush up and kick the instructor away to appease Zhengji's "injured" heart.

"Seventy-five!" Fan Libo kept saying words that destroyed the psychological defense line of political discipline, and continued to shout slogans, one hundred push-ups, to the current seventy-five, it took twenty minutes, and everyone felt that the two arms supporting the ground were unbearable, as if they were no longer their own.

Beads of sweat dripped down the forehead and fell on the grass, everyone was panting, such push-ups were simply a double pressure on physical and psychological, while listening to the instructor's reprimand and insults, while paying attention to the slogan and always ready to use numb arms to do push-ups.

At this moment, no one of them has the heart to worry about political discipline, and when they reach the ninetieth year, they feel that their waists are about to be broken, and some people have begun to lie on the ground.

"Get up! Rubbish! Did you come to sleep? Whose waist is less than twenty centimeters from the ground, redo! Fan Libo saw the person who couldn't help but lie down, and walked up mercilessly to kick his ass and scolded loudly.

And the people who were scolded didn't dare to resist at all, so they could only grit their teeth and support their arms to continue, but what was Fan Libo's image in their hearts at this moment, but they didn't dare to say what was good.

When Fan Libo saw Zhengji in the front row, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, because Zhengji's performance was a little unexpected to him.

The freshman's posture was still the same as the original standard, his face was as usual, his breathing was the same, his arms were stretched straight, as if the hundred push-ups had not caused him any difficulty, on the contrary, he even had time to look up at himself and smile.

This smile made Fan Libo's face more and more ugly, and he had a feeling that his authority had been provoked.

"Hmph, how many soldiers have I trained in my life, I don't believe that I can't train you as a star with fine skin and tender meat!" Fan Libo muttered in his heart.

"One hundred!" As Fan Libo's last number was finished, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, lying on the ground and not even wanting to move, and even more so, several female soldiers had red expressions that were about to cry, sweat pressed their hair to their cheeks, they were okay, maybe they cared about their image, or maybe they were worried that they would leave a bad impression in the eyes of Zhengji, so they endured the pain in their abdomen and waist, and sat on the grass leaning against each other.

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