The women in the control group became popular in military variety shows

Chapter 18 Training Base
Zhao Wenmin took the medicine, took off her makeup, and applied the medicine again, and then took the opportunity to get close to the staff, while casually observing the situation in the live broadcast room.

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Under the golden sun above her head, Mao Yuning felt that her head was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, but seeing the squad leader in front of her, her breathing was undisturbed and her pace was even, she quickly stabilized her mind, adjusted her breathing, and followed him steadily.

The two monitors, one on the left and one on the right, saw Mao Yuning who was always following behind, and secretly raised their eyebrows. Has this girl really not received special training?
We must know that they persisted day after day and trained hard so that they could reach the scorching sun and move forward in a hurry.

After 15 minutes, the two monitors and Mao Yuning blocked the destination successively.

The two monitors stood upright and strong, breathed calmly, and sweat slid down their cheeks.

Mao Yuyuan stood at the side, his breathing fluttered slightly, but he still managed not to gasp for breath. Anyone who knows sports knows that gasping for breath is an incorrect way of breathing, and Mao Yuning, who was born in a martial arts family, knew it better.

Then came three male team members and Zhang Lin.

Ye Mingchen persisted, but he didn't make it to the finish line. He passed out halfway and was helped into the car to rest.

When the group arrived at their destination neatly, it was already more than 20 minutes later.

The instructor walked steadily to Mao Yuning.

Mao Yuning thought something was wrong, so he quickly stood up straight, as if waiting for criticism.

The instructor said seriously: "Mao Yuning, it's amazing, you persevered."

This insistence meant that she kept up with the speed of the two monitors, not that she arrived at the destination like Zhang Lin and the others.

A player who does not drag down the team is a qualified player.

Mao Yuning straightened his body and replied: "Report to the instructor, it's amazing."

She returned frankly, without any complacency, anyone could see that she was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

The instructor nodded and asked, "Do you usually have the habit of long-distance running?"

Mao Yuning thought for a while before answering: "My father is a heir to a family of martial arts. Although he has not accepted apprentices for many years, he has always been very strict with me, so..."

The instructor understood, it turned out that he was a well-rounded player, not bad.

Zhao Wenmin got out of the car, holding two bottles of mineral water in her hand, one for Zhang Lin and one for Mao Yuning, her face was pale and feeble after removing makeup, and the pimples on her face were even more shocking due to the scorching sun The red color is very scary to look at, and it is even more distressing.

She said apologetically, "I'm sorry everyone, I'm the one who slowed you down today, and I won't do it next time."

Although he was apologizing to everyone, those big weak eyes were staring at Mao Yuning.

The opinion of Zhao Wenmin in the live broadcast room suddenly decreased a lot, and they all said:
[Zhao Wenmin has no makeup, she has severe allergies on her face, it hurts to look at it. 】

[The allergies are so serious, but I still want to do my best to complete the filming. Even though I can't bear the allergies due to the hot sun and high temperature, I didn't complain about my grievances, but expressed my apologies to everyone.Everyone scolded her, let me ask you if you can do this, maybe when you have allergies and pimples on your face, your mentality will collapse, let alone she is a female artist. 】

【…】

Mao Yuning looked at the mineral water in his hand, then at Zhao Wenmin's charming eyes, and smiled: "Can't you unscrew it?"

She unscrewed the mineral water bottle with a snap, stuffed it back into her hand, and turned around to leave: "You're welcome."

Zhao Wenmin stood there in astonishment, before she could explain, Mao Yuning had already taken out her luggage bag, took out the water bottle, raised her head and drank a big mouthful of water, sweat slid down her slender neck.

Zhao Wenmin clenched her fists secretly, she didn't know if Mao Yuning did it on purpose, or what, why every time she reacted, she had the illusion of hitting the cotton with her fist.

Netizens in the live broadcast room did not expect such a reversal, and they all marveled at Mao Yuning's brain circuit:
[Haha, Zhao Wenmin is dumbfounded, am I so weak that I can't even unscrew the spring water bottle? ? ? 】

【Maomao probably reacted like this because she saw how weak Zhao Wenmin was. 】

[Don't tell me, if there is a little white flower who brings me mineral water with a sick face, I will also subconsciously think that she wants me to help twist the bottle cap.I am a female man, haha, Maomao is also a straight girl. 】

【…】

Holding the bottle of mineral water, Zhao Wenmin didn't feel depressed for too long, and quickly followed behind Mao Yuning.

With a height of 1.6 meters [-], she looked extremely thin against the backdrop of Mao Yuning. Some people even knocked on the CP of the combination of the two of them.

If Mao Yuning knew that the two of them had evolved from a control group to a combined cp, he would probably be amazed by the brains of netizens:
What cp is not cp, there is absolutely no such harmonious relationship between the two of them, Zhao Wenmin approached her, obviously looking for a chance to kill her!
However, because of the reminder from the dream, she had already taken precautions against Zhao Wenmin, and she would never let her succeed.

Under the leadership of the instructor, a group of people came to a tall and closed gate. There was no guard at the door. The instructor stood at the door and opened his eyes wide at the screen lock. It turned out to be advanced pupil recognition technology.

Soon there was an emotionless mechanical voice: "Welcome old friend back to the secret training base."

The moment the voice sounded, the iron door opened instantly, with a welcoming gesture.

The instructor waved them in.

Everyone looked around curiously.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were no less curious than them, and they all speculated about this secret training base:
[I heard that the assessment and training of international special forces is in m state, could it be this kind of secret training base? 】

[It's the m state training ground. When they just passed the checkpoint, the staff member had an m state accent. 】

[If it is really an international training ground, then this show is simply the ceiling of variety shows. 】

[For such a high profile, I also want to finish the show. 】

The inside is very empty, and occasionally foreigners pass by, but they don't pay much attention to them.

The instructor took them to one of the buildings and reassured everyone: "It's safe inside, you don't have to worry, except for the cruel rules of the game, no one will touch you."

Everyone looked at each other, suddenly a little fuzzy: "..."

"Instructor, what's the competition here?" A male team member asked curiously.

Mao Yuyuan remembered that he was an athlete by profession and had won many medals in many international competitions. His name was Zhou Yang.

Instructor: "There are many kinds, such as common shooting competitions, boxing, fencing, wrestling, and so on."

"Also, in addition to organized team competitions, there are also group arena competitions here. If you win, you can get huge bonuses, so this is a place where hired|mercenary|soldiers often come."

What he said was not hiding anything, just to let everyone believe that this place is indeed safe, but it is also very dangerous. As long as they abide by the rules, no one will dare to touch them.

(End of this chapter)