Jiang Sheng's physique strengthening training is simple and rude, basically the same as before, but the weight is added up: what used to be able to resist thirty catties will be able to resist forty catties from today; I used to be able to run 10 laps of the playground with a tire, but today I run 11 laps. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info tomorrow? Add ten pounds to the load, and the playground is twelve laps.

Instructor Jiang stood at the starting point, holding the list in his hand, and pointed out one by one: "Ride the car!" ”

"Here!"

"Fifty pounds of weight, fifteen laps of the playground, a group of runs and a break of ten minutes, and then repeat."

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"Gao Luan Peak!"

"Here!"

"Forty pounds of weight, twenty laps of the playground, a group of runs and a break of ten minutes, and then repeat."

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"Everyone remembers how much they train, and those who don't finish it have to train for an extra hour the next morning and evening, so let's get started."

How is it done? Keep repeating according to your own training volume, and stick to it until you have a meal.

Ma Sandao and Zhao Meng were puzzled, "Everyone has a different amount of training, what do you mean?" ”

"Didn't they come a few days before you?" Jiang Sheng took out a small notebook in his pocket, on which the previous training situation of everyone in the training team was written clearly in an orderly manner. The amount of training for everyone now is determined based on the performance of the previous days.

"Training every day?" Zhao Meng asked.

Jiang Sheng nodded and said, "That's right." ”

Zhao Meng frowned, and asked him again, "This won't be a problem, right?" At most, after a week, no one can afford to train. ”

"No, I can." Ma Sandao patted his chest and immediately denied Zhao Meng's statement. Adding ten pounds at a time is too pediatric, he is not afraid of ten kilograms, it doesn't matter if he runs dozens of laps more, the energy of polymer sugar synthesized by the biophotosynthesis of No. 03 fungus is dozens of times that of ordinary glucose, and it can be decomposed by anaerobic, as long as the training intensity is within the range of muscle strength, it is like playing.

Jiang Sheng also said: "Don't worry, it was added like this in the first few days, and it won't be in the future." ”

In fact, the entire training plan was not designed by him, but was designed by the researchers of the research base for him, not only the training content, including the diet and sleep during the period. Especially for the diet, the canteen has already begun to prepare, and by noon you will know how high protein and nutritious the diet during the training camp is.

Zhao Meng's training mobilization was not in vain, in the morning training, the performance of the players was very good, and none of them needed additional training.

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the morning training is over, and the meal is ready.

The training team lined up in four columns and trotted towards the canteen. The people of the patrol battalion did not have a task to eat at this point, and basically came to eat in squads, and watched the people of the training team coming, pestling in groups of three or five.

Today it was strange, and the eyes of the people in the patrol camp looked at the training team with a bit of weirdness or schadenfreude.

"What do they mean?" Gao Luanfeng said casually to the side.

It was none other than the bitter and hateful rider beside him. The matter between the two has not yet been turned over, and the contradiction is brewing.

The rider snorted coldly, glanced at it with raised eyebrows, and strode towards the cafeteria. There was a strange meaning in the eyes of the people patrolling the camp, but it was enough to see for yourself what it meant.

Today's cafeteria is also a bit strange, it is divided into left and right areas. He went to the left as usual, took the plate first, and walked smoothly to the window where the rice was served.

The window cooker was replaced by a bearded third company commander, and the rider remembered that the first time he came to the cafeteria, he was the one who gave the spoon. He didn't know it when he first arrived, but it wasn't until the commander of the company who beat people went to the canteen that day as a gang man that he learned that there was a rule in the patrol battalion, and cadres above the company took turns to go to the canteen to be responsible for the day's cooking work.

"Third Company Commander, what hard dishes do you have today?"

"Sichuan cuisine, braised pork, salt-roasted white, boiled beef, kung pao chicken." The iron spoon of the third company commander knocked on the rice bowl, and after a while, he said, "But it's not your share, your training team will go to the right side to eat from today?" ”

"What's the matter? Now that you have a meal, you are getting specialized? ”

The rider walked to the right with the dinner plate, and as far as the eye could see, there was a dish in the dozens of regular vegetable pots.

Forget about the single dish, the key is that the dish is not yet fucking recognized: it looks like a pot of paste, sprinkled with ginger and garlic. Even so, the smell of fishy smell can still be seen in the air, and it should be made of meat.

A haze rose in the rider's heart, and he asked, "Just this one dish?" ”

The little soldier in front of the window nodded, stretched out his hand, and said, "Dinner plate, bring it." ”

The rider shook his head, "I'll go get dinner first." ”

"No food." The big iron spoon made a clattering sound on the stainless steel basin, and the little soldier stretched out his hand again, and said: "Your training team only has this today, bring the plate, and there will be more people in the queue later." ”

The plate was beaten to the brim, and the paste-like thing was still a little malleable, and the spiky head was rising. No matter how closely you look at it, you can't tell what this dish is made of, but the smell of it makes the rider feel nauseous: Is this thing eaten for dinner?

Yes!

Of course, everything that can be made in the cafeteria is something that can be eaten.

The three instructors of the training team followed them to the cafeteria. Jiang Sheng inspected the dishes on the patrol camp, and finally stopped in front of the rider, he looked at the things on his plate, held his shoulder, turned around and said loudly: "This is a cricket, a good thing, seventy percent of it is protein." The above is especially airlifted from the Yunnan-Guizhou region, all in order to achieve better results in training, each of you, at least eight taels! Come on! ”

"What's a cricket?"

"Earth Dragon."

"Earth Dragon? What's that? ”

The cricket, known as Dilong in traditional Chinese medicine, is a mollusk with a succulent body and a protein content of up to 70%. It also has a common name called earthworm.

Of course, Ma Sandao knew that the cricket was an earthworm, and he glanced at Zhao Meng: "Share weal and woe?" ”

"Of course! I'm a bishop, and I eat whatever the training team eats. The corners of Zhao Meng's mouth curled, as a master of jungle jungle, earthworms are too pediatric, and he has done caterpillars.

Zhao Meng was the first to take a spoon and tasted it, nodded and said, "The taste is okay, but the salt is too heavy." ”

"That's good, I used to eat in mud, but I'm still alive. If you think about it, you can feel them squirming in your throat. Ma Sandao followed and chewed, the old ginger was spicy, and the garlic smell was pungent, which greatly diluted the fishy smell of the earthworm itself. The fishy smell of earthworms reminded him of the days when he was a child, when he shuttled through the African rainforest, when Ma Rushan gave a whole bunch of strange things every day, including dark black earthworms as thick as chopsticks, and the taste made me want to vomit even when I think about it now.

Jiang Sheng laughed dryly twice and wanted to leave, these two are masters, we are not used to this bite like this, the taste is too heavy!

It's just that the right foot hasn't been lifted out yet, and the two sides have been sandwiched by two people. The surname Ma was very strong, and he only used one hand to support his arm, but he couldn't break away with all his strength.

Zhao Meng slapped a spoonful of earthworm paste and said with a smile: "Lao Jiang, your canteen chef's skills are good, come and try it." ”

Battalion Commander Jiang said that he refused and shut up and did not speak.

But where can he resist the two of them working together, and he can convince him with one hand.

Ma slashed five fingers at his ribs, and the severe pain made Jiang Sheng give up resistance.

One bite down, Jiang Sheng's stomach almost turned over.

"Instructor Jiang, you have to hold on, everyone, at least eight taels! Come on! ”