Chapter 127： Zhang Lei who is dragging his legs

The military training at Guanghua University is still going on, but the next few days have changed a lot!

The conditions of the three military training regiments have been greatly improved. Not only have mobile toilets and mobile bathrooms been added, but the diet has also been greatly improved. Every lunch has a big chicken leg!

There is pure milk for breakfast and yogurt for dinner! Some students were worried about whether they would have to pay more. As a result, when they asked the counselor, they said that the school provided the money, which immediately captured the hearts of many students.

Although the training every day was very tiring, everyone did not resent the school any more.

On the fourth day of military training, the daily training plan was changed.

In the morning, he still practiced military posture, stance, and formation, but in the afternoon, it was changed to tactical training.

The content of the training is lying down, crawling forward, crawling in a low position, and crawling sideways.

Tired is more tired than before, but everyone finds it more interesting.

At the end of the training session in the afternoon, the instructor suddenly said, "Who wants to do crawling?"

This instructor's Mandarin is not standard, and the following people all misunderstood the meaning.

"Fuhu Fist?" Weng Mingliang's eyes lit up, he quickly raised his hand, unable to suppress his excitement, he shouted:

"Report, instructor, I want to punch!"

"Aliang, why are you raising your hand?" Zhang Shaobin, who was beside him, said in a low voice with a puzzled expression.

"Aren't you stupid, Shaobin? You definitely don't need to practice military posture for boxing!" Weng Mingliang answered patiently when asked by his comrades beside him.

In his opinion, practicing boxing = not standing in a military posture.

Fuhu Fist? No matter what kind of punch it is, it can punch without standing in a military posture!

As for Zhang Shaobin, who majored in materials engineering, he slowly got to know him because the queue was right next to him.

In addition to enhancing exercise, the benefits of military training can also quickly increase friendships with roommates and classmates.

"What? Can you really not stand in a military posture?"

Hearing Weng Mingliang's words, Zhang Shaobin's body trembled, and the fat on his body swayed directly. He also quickly raised his hand and shouted loudly, "Report, instructor, I will also participate!"

Weng Mingliang and Zhang Shaobing listened to the conversation with the boys nearby, including Li Qiubai.

The instructor looked surprised. Are college students so conscious now?

"Very good, all the students who signed up will stay."

Except for Weng Mingliang, the eleven or two people stayed and looked at each other, and everyone else went to the cafeteria to eat.

The instructor smiled, his white teeth were particularly conspicuous at this moment.

"I didn't expect so many of our 3 battalion companies and platoons to be enlightened. That's great. Now let's go meet the battalion commander."

Li Qiubai felt bad, followed the instructor and asked, "Instructor, what are you meeting?"

The instructor glanced at him inexplicably and replied, "Of course it's punching!"

"Shouldn't the boxing be played tomorrow?" Li Qiubai's heart started to sink when he said this.

"What are you thinking? Because of the discussions between your principal and Director Zhang, the daily schedule is full now. As a performance phalanx, you must practice more."

"More training??"

More than a dozen people were dumbfounded, and looking at Weng Mingliang's eyes began to look wrong.

Emotional boxing ≠ not standing in a military posture, but punching = standing in a military posture + extra tasks!

Soon, they met other boys from the other three battalions, and after meeting, an instructor specially gave them some training.

Moreover, it was not a prostrate fist, nor a tiger-fighting fist, but a captive fist!

Sixteen styles and thirty moves, tortured them to death!

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Room 606, Teaching Building, School of Engineering and Technology, Guanghua University.

"Elbow, have you finished modeling?"

"All right."

"No, it's only been an hour, why did you finish modeling..."

"One hour? Well, it does take a long time... Next time it should be 50 minutes."

"..."

"..."

"Old Zheng's programming level is not bad. The question is, Zhang Lei, can you write the paper faster?"

"hhhh"

"..."

When Chen Hao hadn't even walked to the classroom, he heard the voices of discussion inside.

Opening the door, Lu Zhou and Zhu Chen were all there.

The three of them worked together on the test questions, while Zhu Chen was sitting on the other side, typing codes on his laptop.

Seeing Chen Hao's entry, Lu Zhou (Zheng Tianyu, Zhang Lei, Zhu Chen) greeted, "Principal."

Chen Hao smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, you guys continue."

Then they waved at Zhu Chen, and the two came to the corridor outside the classroom.

Chen Hao asked, "How was the training these days?"

To say that what he is most concerned about at present is of course the digital-analog competition, which is related to the completion of the mission. As for other military training, photonic screens, and optical cores, it is not as important as this.

Zhu Chen didn't hesitate, and replied directly: "Lu Zhou has a solid mathematical foundation, and there is no problem in modeling. Zheng Tianyu's programming skills are not bad, but need to be strengthened, but... Zhang Lei has never written a thesis. It is more troublesome to start from the basic teaching.”

Facing Zhu Chen's words, Chen Hao fell into deep thought.

When he just entered the classroom, he checked the attribute values ​​of the next three people.

Lu Zhou's math attribute has been improved from 75/96 to 78/96.

Zheng Tianyu's programming attribute also increased from 73 to 75.

Only Zhang Lei's scientific research has increased from 50 points to 53 points, which seems to have improved a lot, but the problem is that the other two have reached more than 70 points, and the speed of ability improvement is slow. .

Zhang Lei's 50+ attributes are too low!

Before the game, at least get 65, otherwise it will be delayed, which is absolutely not allowed by him.

Zhu Chen on the side looked at Chen Hao silently, thinking he was worried about this digital-analog competition, and said comfortably:

"Don't worry, Principal, there are still ten days left. I will train them well. It is not a big problem to win the first prize of the national competition."

"National No. 1?" Chen Hao shook his head when he heard it, but he used two props for the reward of the previous mission, and the first prize of the national competition lost money!

Chen Hao said firmly: "If you want to take it, take the Higher Education Club Cup!"

Zhu Chen scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Higher Education Club Cup... but Zhang Lei's place..."

"I'll help him in Zhang Lei's place, you just need to be in charge of the other two."

Zhang Lei, who was in the classroom beside him, sneezed suddenly.

Then when he looked up, he saw Director Zhu and the principal walking in.

"Xiao Zhang, come here, move this table to the side."

"Ah? Oh..." Zhang Lei was stunned, followed Chen Hao to move the table he was sitting on to the side, and moved it directly to the wall.

Zhang Lei was completely bewildered by all this, and asked inexplicably, "Principal, why should I discuss it with them like this?"

"You don't have to train with them in the future."

Just when Zhang Lei thought he was saddened by being kicked out of the team, Chen Hao's next sentence sounded.

"From today... No, from now on, I'll give you a special training for the devil!"

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