These are all later words, so we won't mention them, turn our eyes back, and we will continue to look at Zeng Yirou's military training.

The military training venue of Guxian No. 1 Middle School is in the county gymnasium, just at the back door of the school, and across the street, it is the back door of the county gymnasium.

It is said to be a county gymnasium, but in fact it is a very large open space surrounded by a wall.

The only difference from the old field is that there are two football goals in the middle of the field, and the inside of the 400-meter track is made of bricks.

This time is really crisp and fruitful, and the weeds on the playground directly pass their uppers, and I don't know how long no one has come to the county gymnasium.

Fortunately, this county gymnasium also has the advantage of being particularly large.

There is still a lot of room for play outside the 400-meter runway, which is to accommodate all the students of the county No. 1 middle school, which is also quite relaxed.

No, one class occupies an empty space, and the two adjacent classes are separated by about ten meters, no matter whether you are in line or practicing what kind of running and walking, it will not affect each other.

Zeng Yirou stood in the team and felt that he was unlucky.

There are fifty-six people in their class, a total of five columns, two columns for boys, and two columns for girls, no way, in the liberal arts class, the ratio of men and women has always been that boys are at a disadvantage.

According to the height of the position, Zeng Yirou's right hand side is Sun Miaomiao, followed by Li Guoan.

As for Gu Zhenzhen and Wu Xiaowei, because their height is comparable to that of ordinary boys, they are all pressed in the back.

Zeng Yirou silently thought in his heart: they are all wooden people, they are all wooden people......

The military training time of the county No. 1 middle school is only three days, and there is no connection with any achievements at all, at most, when everyone walks through in a line, it can be uniform. Of course, there are some simple things like marching, walking in steps, turning left and right, and saluting.

As an excellent student who was admitted to the county No. 1 middle school, if the IQ is online, these things should not be a problem.

What they're missing is a lot of training.

Each class has a teacher to follow.

In the first class of high school, because there was an intern teacher who could be called at will, the head teacher successfully retired and went back to rest.

Qian Yiming sat on the grass covered with bags in the shade of the corner, leisurely carrying a kettle, flipping through a book in his hand, occasionally watching the students' training, and enjoying his youth seriously the rest of the time.

This made everyone sweating on the side very unhappy!

It's just too much hatred!

However, they have no other way, who will make the other party a teacher?

You didn't see it, the teachers of other classes all gathered together in groups and had a tea party, but it was even more speechless than this.

A dull morning of training was spent in the clumsiness and mistakes of everyone.

I went back to the school playground, just in time for the bell to go to and from class, and dismissed school directly.

The afternoon was a little shorter, and they just repeated the morning training. Under the warm care of the sun, the students were like wilted leaves, and some of them were standing, their heads were dotting beanie, and their eyelids were fighting. What else turned backwards, and I couldn't tell the direction directly, and it was almost crowded into a pile.

During the evening self-study, many people dozed off directly on the table.

The young teacher and instructor stood on the podium and looked at each other.

The two whispered for a while.

Qian Yiming coughed twice on the podium and said, "Students, pay attention!"

Just now, the instructor told you about some of the skills and content of the training, and now it is time for us to interact with the instructor.

In the army, the most interactive activity between instructors and trainees is singing.

Students, have you ever played a song? ”

Qian Yiming's words finally brought back everyone's thoughts of wandering in space.

The instructor began to teach the crowd how to sing from the podium, and asked what they could sing.

Everyone actively followed suit.

Gu Zhenzhen, who was sitting at the back, yawned boredly, lying on the table, shouting bored.

For the young generation of Guxian County, who do not even have more than double digits in the number of TV programs, such an activity is already very interesting.

Gu Zhenzhen is not a countryman after all, and she doesn't understand the simple and simple happiness of countrymen.

"Boring! Bored! Can it be a little new? ”

Zeng Yirou listened to a lot of songs in his previous life, and when he was fine, he also went to KTV a lot.

However, she still hasn't experienced singing with her classmates, it's quite fresh.

She yelled twice with everyone, and then she had time to reply to Gu Zhenzhen, "How come?" Don't you think it's a lively atmosphere that makes it easy to get infected? Think of a bunch of people who are soldiers, chatting loudly and making a sound, how imposing it should be! Surely the earthquake shook the mountain and shattered the sky! ”

Gu Zhenzhen complained as if she had seen a ghost: "Pull it down!"

When you do hear it, you will know that those people are singing a terrible thing to die!

A song will make you sigh so much, and I admire you to death!

Growing up, the most I listened to was singing! What kind of unity is strength, a soldier 、......

I used to be simply, listening to these songs at night as lullabies to sleep, listening to them as an alarm clock in the morning, and being devastated by these songs when I had nothing to do during the day, and shouting two sentences by the way before three meals a day, as if if I didn't roar, I would have indigestion and eat one less bowl of rice.

You say, you listen to it like this every day, don't you feel bored, do you want to listen to it anymore? ”

Zeng Yirou originally turned her head to sing along, but when she heard Gu Zhenzhen say this, she suddenly felt that she couldn't open her mouth.

"How many years have you been listening to such military songs? How can there be so much resentment? See, I'm about to be possessed by your resentment! ”

When Gu Zhenzhen talked about her poor life experience, she was full of desire to talk and said excitedly: "Fourteen years! Exactly fourteen years!

My dad used to be a soldier in the army, and the family building was not far from their playground.

In the first few years, my mother was still in the army, and it was better.

Later, my mother couldn't stand the closed environment anymore, so she returned to the civil service in the provincial capital.

My mother couldn't take me alone, so I followed my father to continue in the army.

During the day, he went to the army, and I went to school.

In the evening, go back to the family building together.

Three meals a day are solved in the cafeteria with my father.

Two years ago, my father finally retired from the army and returned to work in the provincial capital.

My mother happened to go to Kyoto to study again, and she couldn't take care of me, so she could only continue to follow my father.

However, as soon as my father arrived at the unit, he first applied to go to the countryside.

It was not easy for me to get acquainted with Lincheng, and he was going to Guxian again.

Oh, my life is so miserable! ”