Military schools, playgrounds, new training, and the blazing sun.

Zhang Haoxuan's brain has never been so empty and lonely. Just a few months ago, he was the "college entrance examination fighter" who fought for scores, and at that time, his brain seemed to be a high-speed supercomputer, processing massive computing data all the time, which was his talent and habit. And now, this "computer" that has accompanied him through the cold window of ten years has to be abandoned in the "data desert", because during the new training period, he does not need to think about anything, he only needs to obey, obey, and obey......

Zhang Haoxuan's body has never been tortured and destroyed in this way, if there is a warning indicator light on the human body, then Zhang Haoxuan's indicator light must be flashing like a foreigner's Christmas tree: this otaku from the northwest is not adapted to the hot and humid weather in the south, coupled with the lack of exercise, the physical fitness has long been overdrawn, and the only force that supports its normal operation may only be the little self-esteem that has not been completely wiped out.

Suddenly, Haoxuan's shoulders were stiffly pulled back, followed by the loud and powerful voice of the squad leader: "Military posture, pay attention to 'three stiff and one open', straight legs, chest, neck, eyes are wide open for me!" ”

Just a slight adjustment seemed like a painful torture for Hao Xuan. 07-style summer clothes adhering to the Chinese military industry has always been simple and reliable design ideas, although strong and durable, beautiful and generous, but after a few days of fusion with sweat, drying, re-fusion, and re-drying cycle, it has long been hard like sandpaper, with the ubiquitous eczema on the body, the feeling of rubbing against each other is enough for this "little fresh meat" that has just entered the pit to digest for a while.

Hao Xuan decided to distract himself in order to relieve this physical and mental torment. His eyes naturally fell on the swarthy and sturdy figure in the front row. His name is Su Yunfei, and he is a guy who often climbs relatives with the founding general "Su Yu", but Haoxuan doesn't buy this account, and often calls him "little ghost", not only as a response to the other party calling him "Daxian", but also because of that not very white complexion, it is no exaggeration to say that such a person basically does not use any camouflage measures to fight at night.

But Haoxuan had to admit that Su Yunfei came here like a fish in water, and he grew up in the southwest, and he had long adapted to the climate here, not even as hot as them. What's even more admirable is that when others were still worried about the "tofu block", Su Yunfei actually brought a well-organized quilt by himself, but this is not surprising, for this "military fan" who has been soaked in the army compound since childhood, these "routines" of the army have long been touched by the stinky boy.

Suddenly, Hao Xuan felt dizzy, the scene in front of him was like a TV screen with a bad signal, Hao Xuan glanced at the motionless instructor in front of him, and Hao Xuan's small movements constantly formed a sharp contrast, "He...... How did you do it......" Haoxuan's body softened, as if he had fallen into an abyss.