Chapter Twenty-Seven: Eighteen of Us
An hour later
The horn of the barracks sounded ...
"Assemble, assemble!"
There was a commotion in all the tents in the boot camp. A large number of nervous-looking recruits headed for the training ground. An hour had finally passed, and they were still digesting the exciting news!
Most of them want to soar in this group competition.
And unlike all the tension, inside one of the tents, two thin figures lifted the tent...
"Hah..."
Two big yawns and a lazy waist...
What a good night's sleep!
Although I didn't get enough sleep, the fatigue of rushing was relieved by half...
"Cloud Blue"
"Huh??" Yun Lan asked...
"Like...... They're all looking at us? ”
“……………………”
Yun Lan raised her lazy hand and didn't put it down, turned her head to look over, almost startled, why are there so many people around?
And all staring at them strangely?
"What do you see? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy? ”
Yun Lan raised her eyebrows...
The people around reacted, and then many people muttered: "I'm still sleeping lazy when I'm going to compete..."
"Yes! Looking at the appearance of these two people, there is no hope of winning, so break the jar and break it, right? Haha"
"I really don't know that such a person still came to join the army and exercise?"
"I think it is..."
Yun Lan watched a group of people who despised them in front of them go farther and farther away...
Strange to say...
In this entire barracks, it is really Yunlan and Wen Qing who are the most weak.
Is it true that people in ancient times didn't know what to eat to grow up? This new barracks is a tall and strong man, and it is all a man with horizontal meat. No wonder they laughed at Yun Lan and Wen Qing, two "little puddings".
However, Yun Lan felt that Wen Qing was still pulling down his grade, hum, this guy was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if the wind was going to blow away, so she couldn't help asking: "Wen Qing, you don't really have to join the army to exercise, right?" ”
Wen Qing looked at Yun Lan: "I always thought you were." ”
“…………………”
All right! This kid really doesn't know how thin he looks...
Arrived at the training ground.
Xie Qianyan nodded slightly...
"Let's give you 20 minutes to divide into groups and decide on the team name! Start the timer! ”
The 20 groups are very compact, and tens of thousands of people are grouped, although they are together in one place and one place at a time. However, it is said that in places with few people, they will be evenly distributed into two combinations.
So soon, 20 groups passed, tens of thousands of people were grouped, and there were also three or four hundred groups.
And the number of people is almost even, except for Yunlan and a few of them, no one wants them! One is that a few of them are newcomers and unfamiliar people and teams. The second is that there are two mouse feces, Yunlan and Wenqing, so no one wants them.
"What's going on?"
Xie Qianyan said loudly: "That group, report your name!" ”
"Report! Eighteen Arhats! ”
Yun Lan said loudly.
This is what she said casually, but she didn't expect Chen Chi and Xiao Feng to agree?
In fact, she didn't know that it was because these men who were soldiers were incompetent in choosing names, and they didn't decide for an hour, so when she heard what Yunlan said, she felt that she was quite domineering and should come down.
And now there are eighteen of them, Chen Chi and Xiao Feng are the eldest.
It is said that he is the strongest of the two teams in this team.
"Poof!"
There was a burst of laughter on the training ground.
"Eighteen Arhats? It's up to them to come up with it! ”
"There are only eighteen people, no one wants them, so I just comfort myself"
"Yes, that's what I said!"
"Eighteen Arhats, I think it's eighteen scrap iron..."
"Hahahaha..."
Xie Qianyan on the training ground nodded after hearing this name: "You guys want eighteen people yourself?" When the time comes, it will be a loss. He kindly reminded.
Chen Chi and Xiao Feng were silent, they also knew that eighteen people were at a loss, and the other groups were hundreds, but they had to be allowed to integrate into other groups, listen to others, and then be ridiculed. These two people are also tough and unwilling.
So Chen Chi gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Lord Captain, there are eighteen of us." ”