"As a soldier, you have to have a strong physique, otherwise you won't survive on the battlefield. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 So, your first task is physical training, start by running twenty laps around the playground. ”

Back in the combat system, the fat man didn't say anything, and knelt down in front of the instructor with a "poof". Under the lowered head was a pair of fiery eyes.

Physical training is no stranger to fat people, in order to lose fat on his body, he tried various methods, including physical training.

A lap of the playground is about 400 meters, and running 20 laps is 8,000 meters. After the fat man received the task, he didn't say a word and immediately started running.

The first two laps of the fat man were very easy, although he was fat, but the fat man's foundation played well, so the fat man almost didn't spend much effort to complete the three laps.

By the fifth lap, the fat man began to get tired, his steps began to slow down, and he began to adjust his breathing rhythmically to save energy.

By the seventh lap, the fat man could no longer run, his throat was dry, there was a fire burning in his chest, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and it was difficult to lift them.

In the tenth lap, the fat man has begun to be confused, and the virtual space perfectly simulates his physical condition, with his body like turning on a faucet, leaving a footprint with every step.

Lap 12......

Several times, the fat man wanted to give up.

He has never been a very persevering person, and in his opinion, enduring hardships is a matter of seeking abuse.

Every time he lifted his footsteps, a voice sounded in the fat man's ears: Give up, isn't this kind of life very good now? Why do you want to make yourself unhappy?

He was in a trance, as if in the next second, he would squat on the ground and give up this hot-headed behavior.

But......

Two faces came to mind, their faces were no longer visible, but the fat man could clearly feel their smiles.

Kind, caring, loving...... With a hint of anticipation.

The fat man gritted his teeth and stepped on it heavily.

Lap 13......

Fifteenth Lap......

The fat man couldn't run at all, and there was only one word on his body, tired.

Step by step, the fat man walked there numbly and stiffly, his mind blank, as if he would fall in the next moment.

But the fat man didn't, he walked forward like a turtle, slowly, but firmly.

"Drop! Mission accomplished. ”

The last step fell, and a mechanical voice sounded in my ears.

As if he had been instructed, the fat man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

He lay on the ground, sweat soaking the ground around him. His mouth was open, he didn't even have the strength to breathe, and he felt a flame burning in his throat.

A shadow fell on him, and the fat man's eyes moved, and when he saw the instructor appear beside him at some point, he didn't know if it was an illusion, and he felt the man's silhouette soften.

"Congratulations to your recruits, complete the physical training task, and reward the junior physical strengthening."

As the sound of machinery fell, the fat man felt an electric current rush into his body, tearing his muscles apart, and he couldn't help but let out a low roar.

That feeling came and went quickly, and soon, the fat man regained some strength, and before he could react, the instructor on his head spoke.

"Running twenty laps, it took two and a half hours, you are really an out-and-out waste!" The instructor said mercilessly.

The fat man didn't speak, he struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the instructor deadly, and didn't say a word.

"From now on, you're going to have to do this kind of physical training once a day, now, stand up and do a queue training with me." The instructor said with a straight face.

I don't know if it's because it's in the virtual space, but the fat man feels that his physical recovery is particularly fast.

Before that, he estimated that he would have to stay in bed all day, but after a while, he was able to move again.

The fat man began to train in a queue under the guidance of the instructor.

Queue training is very simple, mainly including taking a break, standing upright, turning in place, running in unison, and so on.

This kind of training is supposed to be a kind of team training, but now there is only one fat man in the entire virtual space, which makes him look stupid.

This time, the instructor was very demanding, and as soon as there was a slight deviation in the fat man's movements, the instructor's whip was swung down.

In just ten minutes of effort, there were more than a dozen red marks on the fat man's legs and arms. He bit his lip and held back the spilled tears.

This exercise is six hours. By the time the instructor announced the end, the fat man collapsed to the ground.

There was no mechanical sound in my ears, so I guess this should not be a system task, and there is no task reward.

Despite this, the fat man did not complain, as if he had changed people, he became silent.

"Now, you have fifteen minutes to eat." The instructor stretched out his hand, looked at the watch on his body, and said to the fat man.

"The cafeteria is on the right turn in front, remember, you only have fifteen minutes." The instructor emphasized again.

Everything here is arranged according to the regular recruit training time, as long as the fat man does not take the initiative to withdraw from the space, he will completely experience the military camp life in the ancient earth period.

This time the fat man did not opt out.

After receiving the instructor's rest order, the fat man dragged his tired body and limped towards the cafeteria.

He didn't see that behind him, the corners of the stiff-faced instructor's mouth rose to reveal a sly smile.

The cafeteria is very conspicuous.

After the fat man walked around a room, a small two-story building appeared in front of him, and a huge sign hung on the small building - canteen.

The cafeteria is very ordinary, with pillars made of steel and walls made of white stone. In the hall, hundreds of tables made of stainless steel are neatly placed, and each table can accommodate more than a dozen people.

At the back of the room, there are windows one after another, marked with "dishes", "rice", and "soup". The fat man moved over and saw that the meal was ready, placed on one large plate after another.

The fat man glanced around, found a plate that looked like a rice rub, and began to eat next to the window.

The dish is very simple, mostly vegetables and meat, and it seems that it should be cooked together in a large pot, and the appearance is very rough. The fat man sniffed, a hint of disgust flashed across his face, and walked to the next window.

The cafeteria was empty, and no one was fighting with the fat man. After the fat man looked at them one by one, he finally chose a target.

The fat man added rice, put some dishes, and when he was leaving, he saw a bucket of big steamed buns with white flowers, so he couldn't help but take two, and went back to find a place to sit down.

I don't know if I'm too tired, smelling the rice, the fat man feels a little hungry.

After taking a bite of the dish, picking up the steamed bun and biting it, the fat man's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately threw himself on the tableware and ate it "snort".

Doodle.

A hurried whistle sounded.

The fat man ignored it and continued to gobble it up.

Suddenly, the fat man's ears moved, and his body had already reacted and rolled on the spot.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The fat man was still holding the eating utensils just now, and it was broken into countless pieces in the blink of an eye.