By the time the 500 laps were over, everyone was as tired as a dog.

If that's the case, you're really thinking too much, sorry, but the dog isn't as tired as you.

The people who were tired and gasping were thrown by Mu Sen into the ice pool that he had condensed a long time ago, and the pool was dark and thick ink juice, emitting a thick stench.

"What is this? It stinks!"

"Help! it hurts, it hurts!"

......

The moment they were thrown into the ice pool, everyone's faces instantly turned red, and then they rushed out one by one like a burning buttocks. But waiting for them is a wooden stick with a thick bowl mouth for ten people in a small shop in Luoyang. Anyone who jumped out was knocked back.

"Hehe, dare to jump out again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Mu Sen knocked the two freshmen into the ice pool at the same time, and then said with a smile.

The students of Class A and Class B raised their middle fingers one after another, Ma Ji, you don't call you ruthless, what do you mean to be ruthless?

"Give it all to my masters, what is this pain?" Seeing that everyone was wailing endlessly, Mu Sen couldn't help but lose his temper. What a bunch of fools, master, in order to make elixir juice for you, it can be described as a heavy hemorrhage, but now you are still in the blessing and do not know the blessing, I can't bear it!

The consequence that Mu Sen couldn't bear was that he added two more hours of military posture to them after eating.

"Sacrificial wine, why do we have to stand here all the time?" After standing for a stick of incense, Miyajima of the Jiazi class took the lead in asking, in fact, the military posture is nothing to many freshmen, after all, they are all martial artists, and they are full of blood and blood, and there is basically no difficulty in standing simply.

"It's okay, I just like to see you standing. Mu Sen lay on the chair where the spiritual power was condensed, drank a glass of juice and said lightly.

"Huh?" Miyajima was a little dumbfounded, this explanation was so powerful that it couldn't be refuted at all.

"By the way, during the military stance, you spoke without raising your hand. So, a hundred push-ups. Glancing up at the chubby Miyajima, Kimori added.

"Huh?" Miyajima was dumbfounded again, is this a long plot?

"Report the sacrificial wine, I won't. "Miyajima learned well this time, and remembered the 'report' that Kimori said.

"That's it, Zhu Zhijie!" Mu Sen said.

"Here!" Zhu Zhijie shouted in the queue.

"Be a demonstration. Mu Sen waved his hand.

"Yes!" Zhu Zhijie agreed, then trotted out of the queue and started push-ups when he lay on the ground.

Seeing Zhu Zhijie's movements, Miyajima and many onlookers suddenly felt relieved, it turned out that push-ups were like this. scared the baby to death, and the baby thought it was a difficult action.

Regarding the change in everyone's mood, the students of the Yichou class who were in the same queue were very unimpressed, most of them were old men of the Baicui Nine team, and they knew very well the cruelty of push-ups, but in fact, the military posture was the same. Dear students, don't you notice that your body is getting heavier and heavier?

You think it's easy to stand in a military position, and you think it's casual to do push-ups. But what if it's under one gravity, if one gravity still doesn't feel it, then what about two times gravity? five times gravity?

Hehe, in a word, if you don't cry, we lose.

Zhu Zhijie's demonstration ended quickly, and then he returned to the team after making a report.

"Report, I started to do. Miyajima's tone was full of relaxation, and after getting permission, he started doing push-ups on the ground, and his movements were quite vigorous.

"One, two, three...... Fifty-six...... "Miyajima counted for himself while doing it, which seemed very casual. However, as the number of push-ups increased, the more he felt wrong, as if someone was adding something to him, first like a wooden branch, then like a green rock, and finally like a mountain and an ocean, which was immeasurable.

In fact, not only Miyajima, but also all the freshmen who stood in the military posture were the same, their originally relaxed expressions gradually disappeared, and were replaced by pale faces, bean-sized beads of sweat flowing down like streams.

"That's twice the gravity, everyone hold on. Seeing that everyone finally reacted, Mu Sen showed a smug smile on his face, a group of little bastards, I don't believe that I can't cure you!

Time is the same for everyone, because it's all twenty-four hours a day. But time is different for everyone, even if it's 24 hours a day.

For Mu Sen, these two hours passed quickly, and he would not squint for a while, and the time would tick by. But for the Jiazi class and the Yichou class who are standing in a military posture, it is simply like a year. As time passed, the force added to them became heavier and heavier, and by now it had exceeded five times. Everyone was sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked with beaten water.

"Well, you're so good, not one of you fainted, I'm satisfied. In that case, each person does a hundred push-ups. Doing it from the seat, Mu Sen stretched comfortably and said a little casually.

"Ah!" the crowd wailed. But in the end, their arms couldn't twist their thighs, so they had to do push-ups with their faces hanging down like dead lovers.

......

The first day of training in the Jiazi class and the Yichou class of the martial arts department ended with five people fainting, but Mu Sen still gave an impassioned speech, and he expressed his encouragement to the crowd, believing that it was a matter of pride that only five of the nearly two hundred people fainted.

"What is there to be proud of...... "There is a new belly discussion.

But when the second day ended, many of the freshmen finally understood what a thing to celebrate with only five people on the first day, because twenty were fainted on the second day.

In short, under the training of Mu Sen, a demon, the nightmare of the new students of the martial arts department has begun. What kind of unison walking, changing the formation from side to side, crawling forward, walking on the balance beam, and other unseen and unheard of training programs bombarded them in turn. Every time it ends, they get soaked as if they were fished out of the water.

It's not that they're too weak, it's mainly that Mu Sen is always adjusting gravity, and as long as he feels that they are a little relaxed, gravity will rise slowly. For Mu Sen's practice, many freshmen have not protested. But as a result of the protests, apart from some corporal punishment, Mu Sen did not prepare a small black house project for them.

At that time, the small black house project was very popular with everyone, after all, there was no punishment, and there was food and drink, this was simply a lounge. Many freshmen even think that this is the discovery of Mu Sen's conscience and compensation for everyone. Until the three freshmen were the first to be imprisoned in the small black room......

The small black house was designed by Mu Sen himself, two zhang long, two zhang wide, and no more than one zhang high, with only one bed in it and nothing else. The whole room was airtight and there was no light. Not only that, but the small black room is also completely blocked from the outside world, and it is silent all day long, and the new students who are locked in the small black room can only hear their own breathing.

In order to prevent the punished freshmen from meditating and cultivating inside, Mu Sen even asked Ren Song to take action and made a confinement array, and all the spiritual power of the freshmen who entered was locked, and instantly became a 'wasted man' with no power.

Under Mu Sen's painstaking efforts, the results of the little black house were quite good. After three days of detention, the three freshmen came out with unsteady faces, and one of them was so exaggerated that he could barely walk like a puddle of mud.

I'd rather choose 3,000 push-ups than a small dark house for three days.