"28 minutes and 40 seconds!"

Lieutenant Garon finally saw Zhuang Yan's hand touch the edge of the pool for the last time, and stopped, and the man emerged from the water, lying on the concrete floor by the pool with his hands, gasping for air.

The guy named Cui Weinan who was standing on the shore on the side began to scream slightly, as if he had won the lottery.

He still couldn't understand Chinese, so he simply strode over.

"Zhuang, Cui, Wei! It's a coincidence that you're here. ”

Cui Weinan didn't expect Garon to suddenly appear in the swimming pool, and before he could react, Garon walked to the side.

"Can you show me the time?"

Lieutenant Garon asked politely and politely.

For a moment, Cui Weinan wanted to press the zero button.

But if you do, the intention is as obvious as a reef that emerges from the water after the tide goes out.

Even time has deceived the other party, and he is also the squad leader of the 1st squad, an officer of T country with a higher rank than himself, and he is still the host here.

Comprehensive factors are intertwined, Cui Weinan thinks about it or forget it.

Garon took the stopwatch handed over by Cui Weinan, glanced at it, and his eyes were round.

"28 minutes and 40 seconds!?"

He exclaimed, too.

"Don't tell me you're doing a 1-mile backstroke fin swim!"

He raised his head, looked at Cui Weinan, then turned to Wei Shuping, and finally to the solemnity who was still lying on the edge of the pool panting.

Because at this time, you will only qualify for a 1-mile backstroke speed.

But it wasn't just the time that surprised Garon, it was the fact that two days earlier, on Friday, the afternoon of the day off from camp, Platoon C had been training for a 1-mile backstroke course with fins.

At that time, the most impressive thing was that the best score in the whole platoon was Second Lieutenant Qasim from Country H.

Since the beginning of Kassim's training, all subjects involving physical fitness have been unbeatable.

From armed cross-country to obstacle running, from swimming to all kinds of single and parallel bars, the results have always been far ahead.

This made many members of the naval special forces of country T feel a great loss of face, and "uncle" Achim repeatedly knocked his own cadets in words, intentionally or unintentionally, saying that they "insulted the reputation of the navy".

At that time, Ensign Qasim's 1-mile backstroke fin swim time was 29 minutes and 44 seconds, which was absolutely impressive.

During the training on Friday afternoon, I didn't pay attention to how many Galleons were solemnly scored, but in short, the results were definitely not too aggressive.

Because of the excellent results, I will definitely remember them.

But now the time of the solemn swim here is 28 minutes and 40 seconds, which is 1 minute faster than Qasim's time!

God!

Could this be true!?

He couldn't help but walk to the edge of the pool, squatted down and asked solemnly: "37 turnbacks?" ”

In order to accurately make Zhuang understand the number he said, he raised three fingers, and then made a 7 gesture with the palm of his hand.

Solemnity could only nod.

The truth can't be hidden, just like a needle hidden under a garment, it always has to come out.

"Yes, 37 turnarounds."

Majeres climbed up from the water and wiped a handful of water from his face.

"Lieutenant Garon, are you back at school so early today?"

Garon no longer wanted to lead the topic to himself, but stared at the solemnity and asked, "Can you do it again?" ”

Solemn smiled bitterly: "No, because I'm too tired." ”

1 mile is more than 1.6 kilometers, and after swimming like this, anyone will be tired.

Garon thinks too.

But he suddenly understood.

These three Chinese trainees have a problem!

It's not that they can't train, they're hiding their strength!

As if he had discovered some great secret, Garon grabbed Majestic.

"Zhuang, are we good friends?"

Solemnly nodded: "Of course, of course you are." ”

Garon said with a serious face: "Since we are friends, can you train me." “

"Training?" Solemn was a little embarrassed.

He is only a first-class non-commissioned officer, and the Garons standing in front of him are almost 30 years old and are still a lieutenant.

Let yourself, a non-commissioned officer of the first class, train a lieutenant of a T country?

Is this an international joke?

"Lieutenant Garon......"

"Oh! Don't call me a lieutenant. Garon spread his hand and said with a pained expression, "Didn't we have a consensus just now?" We are friends, and there is no need to call each other military ranks. You can call me Galleon, Galleon, understand? ”

He was afraid that the solemn would not understand, so he repeated it again.

"Garon—OK?"

"Garon, there are instructors in the school, why don't you find them to train you and come to me?"

"They...... Alas, in a word, you will not understand. You just have to promise me, train me, and I can give you a satisfactory explanation. Garon's expression looked genuine, not like an excuse or a joke.

Zhuang Zheng had some difficulties, and he didn't know whether he should agree to Garon, so he turned back to Cui Weinan for help.

"Wei Nan, what do you say?"

Cui Weinan said helplessly: "Don't look at me, I can't help it, he has seen everything, can't he just drag him into the pool and drown him now, right?" ”

Wei Shuping interjected: "Since he is sincere in learning, let him come back to the school to train with us on Sunday and Saturday in the future, anyway, there are so many pools and so big, and it is not impossible to accommodate one more person."

So far, whether it is a seal or friendship, solemnity can only agree.

"Well, Garon, if you want, every Saturday and Sunday from now on, as long as we don't go out of the city, we will train here, and you can come and join us."

"That's great!" Garon was as happy as a child getting candy: "Zhuang, you will be my swimming master from now on!" ”

Looking at Garon, who was a little overjoyed, solemn felt a little confused.

How can I be confused and have an extra foreign apprentice, but I am still a lieutenant.

Zhuang Zhuang couldn't help but ask: "Then, you can tell me, why don't you ask those instructors from the teaching group to help you train, but come to us?" I remember that you and Achim, Ahmed, and Falih all came out of the same unit and knew each other......"

Garon let out a long sigh and said a reason.

"Zhuang, you may not understand some of the rules in our naval special forces, and the rules of this school, yes, I know them, and I have been with them for a while in a combat unit before, but this does not mean that I will be taken care of. Got it? “

He paused, paused, and continued, "If I go to them to train me, maybe in exchange for more serious consequences, I don't want to see that." ”

Garon's answer was puzzling.

According to our PLA, comrades-in-arms are like brothers, and that is the brotherhood of the revolution.

What's more, Garon is a celebrity in the Navy, so don't those instructors give the star of the Navy football team a little face?

Besides, Ahmed and Achim are instructors, and Garon is considered a cadet, so what's the problem with training his own cadets?

So, solemnly stunned: "What serious consequences? ”