At noon in the scorching sun, poor Yang Ping only got a three-minute break and a bottle of mineral water after a 10,000-meter run, and started the next training project arranged for him by Chen Bai.

500 push-ups, which is not too difficult for Yang Ping in normal times, after all, in the SWAT unit, he is also among the best in the annual physical fitness assessment.

Today, however, is different.

The empty stomach, the fatigue left by the 10,000-meter run not long ago, coupled with the nasty red sun above his head, all made it extremely difficult for Yang Ping to do 500 push-ups.

"It's three minutes up."

After Chen Bai peeled off a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth, Yun said lightly.

Yang Ping, who was lying on the ground, in order to delay time, was stunned by the last sip of mineral water in the bottle because he tasted the taste of ten-year-old tea, and Chen Bai's words that were not mixed with the slightest emotion seemed to Yang Ping to be a chant from hell, which was creepy.

At this moment, the fatigue on Yang Ping's body did not disappear at all, but because of the slack of these three minutes, he became more nostalgic for the comfort of resting.

But when he saw Chen Bai's gaze staring straight at him, as if to say that you hurry up and admit defeat, quickly admit defeat and quit by yourself, I don't need to teach you the housekeeping skills, Yang Ping suddenly cheered up.

The little bit of inertia in his heart was quickly dispersed by him, and he saw Yang Ping take a deep breath, lie on the ground, and a carp turned over and stood up, took off his shirt that had already been soaked with sweat, and put on a push-up posture without saying a word.

"Count it yourself, don't be lazy." Chen Bai said expressionlessly again, and took out a canned fruit from the shopping bag at his feet in front of Yang Ping.

"One! Two! Three...... Six! Seven ......"

Yang Ping really finished every push-up, he opened his throat and counted loudly, as if he was afraid that Chen Bai didn't hear his report and mistakenly thought he was lazy.

However, when the canned fruit was opened by Chen Bai, a rich fruity aroma instantly permeated the surrounding air.

The sweet fruity aroma is actually Yang Ping's favorite lychee flavor, just by inhaling the fragrance, Yang Ping's mouth can't help but give birth to gurgling saliva.

"Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty! Yang Ping simply looked down at the ground, no longer looking at Chen Bai's pleasant expression when he ate canned food, but his voice inexplicably raised a few decibels, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

If this is the most intuitive way for Yang Ping to complain, then his silent complaint is really useless to Chen Bai.

By the time Yang Ping's push-ups reached the sixtieth level, the fragrant canned lychee was finally reimbursed by Chen Bai.

Yang Ping was secretly glad that his fragile soul finally didn't have to be tortured anymore, but he saw Chen Bai's hand suddenly appear in front of him, holding an empty glass can in his hand, and he just placed the can under Yang Ping's forehead.

Chen Bai didn't explain his intention to do this, and Yang Ping didn't understand it very well, just regarded it as Chen Bai's unintentional move to play for a while.

After that, I don't know how long it took, Chen Bai took out all kinds of fragrant snacks from his shopping bag again and again, and feasted in front of Yang Ping, not caring about Yang Ping's feelings at all.

And Yang Ping also completed more than 300 push-ups in one go, and the frequency of each rise and fall slowed down significantly.

When the two arms with green tendons were struggling to support his body again, Yang Ping's breathing had gradually become a little disordered, and he was not in control at all.

The scorching sun roasted on the back of his shirtless, and beads of sweat continued to gather between Yang Ping's forehead and eyebrows, and when they accumulated to a certain extent, a bead of sweat the size of a bean would drip down Yang Ping's head.

Some of them fell to the ground, but most of them still fell into the glass jar that Chen Bai had placed before.

The can that should have been empty was constantly carrying Yang Ping's hard sweat, and the water level inside was more than two-thirds of the depth of the can itself!

Time, for Yang Ping, has long been the concept of living like a year, and a degree like a day.

When he finally exerted the last bit of strength in his body and shouted out "five hundred", the shopping bag under Chen Bai's feet was no longer full of snacks, but a bag full of food bags and a few bottles of mineral water.

Looking at the glass jar that was about to be filled with sweat, and then at Yang Ping, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, greedily breathing fresh air, the corners of Chen Bai's mouth rose slightly, and there was a flash of relief and approval in his eyes.

However, Chen Bai didn't say anything to Yang Ping, just silently put the iron lid back on the glass can, sealed the incomparably clear sweat inside, and then handed the can to Yang Ping, "I've given it to you, keep it as a souvenir." ”

Yang Ping was no longer able to reach out to take the can of hard sweat at this time, so he could only lie on the ground and nodded gently, "Put it down, I will keep it well." ”

Chen Bai grinned, and there was no doubt that he put the canned food beside Yang Ping.

At this time, a fresh breeze blew over the shooting range, which was refreshing, especially Yang Ping quickly closed his eyes and felt the coolness that God had given him.

It happened that the scorching sun overhead was also covered by a cloud like a marshmallow, and this sudden coolness actually gave Yang Ping a sense of happiness for the rest of his life.

Chen Bai took out a bottle of mineral water from the shopping bag again, unscrewed the cap and put it in Yang Ping's hand, "Do you still want to learn from me?" ”

"Yes! Why not? When Yang Ping heard this, his two eyes suddenly widened like copper bells, and he also came a little energetic, and quickly grabbed the mineral water at hand, poured half a bottle of himself in one go, and poured the remaining half bottle from the top of his head.

The sound of running water, and the pleasure brought to him by the gurgling water flowing through Yang Ping's body from top to bottom, made him feel as if he had experienced a nirvana rebirth.

Seeing this guy's still stubborn gaze, the corners of Chen Bai's mouth couldn't help but smile a little, "Can you bear this?" It's not easy to have a weekend, how good it is to lie in bed and watch TV with the air conditioner blowing, why do you have to suffer this sin? ”

"Hehe, I'm a sniper!" Yang Ping took out another bottle of mineral water from the shopping bag that Chen Bai carried, unscrewed it and took a sip, and lay on the ground again, "I want to be as strong as you, I want to be the second sniper king of the Fifth Military Region!" ”

Unexpectedly, Yang Ping would give himself such an answer, and Chen Bai was obviously stunned when he heard this.

After a while, I saw Chen Bai laugh and joke maliciously: "Don't you want to be the first?" ”

"Isn't the first one already you, how can I be it?" Yang Ping looked puzzled when he heard this.

"Surpass me, aren't you the first sniper king of the Fifth Military Region? Don't you want to? Chen Bai smiled slightly, and a sentence popped out in answer to the question, which made the pair of pupils in Yang Ping's eyes suddenly shrink.

The two looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

The corners of Chen Bai's mouth always had a faint smile, while Yang Ping was immersed in fantasy.

I have to say that Chen Bai's words just now can be described as a person who wakes up from his dreams!

In the past, Yang Ping had the same mentality as all the snipers in the Fifth Military Region, that is, he took Chen Bai's majestic back as the goal on his way forward.

Everyone is thinking about being on par with Chen Bai, and there are many people who have put a lot of effort into it, however, looking at the entire Fifth Military Region, who has ever thought of surpassing Chen Bai, the sniper king?

No one thought about it, and no one dared to think about it......

After all, the name Chen Bai has long been a myth in the minds of all snipers in the Fifth Military Region.

After a while, Yang Ping suddenly came back to his senses from his fantasy, staring at Chen Bai with bright eyes, and instinctively blurted out a heavy word, "Think!" ”

Chen Bai nodded understandably, but after the passion, Yang Ping suddenly calmed down and asked Chen Bai a question that he had been asking since he ran in the morning.

"But...... Becoming a sniper king depends on marksmanship, does this have anything to do with physical training? ”

"How can a person who doesn't even have the strength to hold a gun become a sniper king?"

Chen Bai's words that seemed unreasonable, but when he thought about it carefully, he was not unreasonable, which directly made Yang Ping dumbfounded.

"The name of the first sniper king is not just a casual thing......" Chen Bai suddenly said with emotion, and immediately looked up at the sky.

I saw that the clouds that blocked the scorching sun had drifted away, and the sun spread over the entire land with a scorching high temperature again, but Chen Bai's eyes flashed a trace of cunning, "I've been resting for so long, it's almost time for the next link." ”

"Ahh What's next? Yang Ping had just taken a sip of mineral water, and when he was still savoring what Chen Bai had just said, he suddenly heard such a sentence and choked directly in shock.

Chen Bai squinted at Yang Ping, who was loveless, and teased sarcastically: "If you go home and lie in bed now, won't there be no next link?" I didn't force you. ”

Yang Ping was speechless for a while, remembering that it was not easy for him to be fortunate enough to be able to worship the first sniper king of the Fifth Military Region as his division, and finally stubbornly drank all the remaining mineral water in the bottle, and forcibly lifted his spirit to get up from the ground.

"Say, what else can I do to surpass you!"

"Huh...... Want to surpass me? You're still a few shopping streets away. Chen Bai lay on the ground with his arms on his head, and said lightly again as if he was talking, "The frog jumps 500 meters and walks, and the movement must be standard!" ”

At this moment, the whole world quietly turned gray in Yang Ping's eyes......

At this moment, although the expression on Yang Ping's face was like eating a fly, he still mechanically walked up to the shooting range and began to complete the arduous task of the 1,000-meter frog jump.

As Chen Bai said, no one forced him to do all this.