They are all in the army, who is in love?

Chapter 48 Routine words, who is this encouraging?
Grasping the top of the horizontal bar with both hands, Chen Ming lifted slightly, feeling the strength of his arms, he probably knew it in his heart.

He was the director of a sports school in his previous life, so he is not too familiar with the standard pull-up movements.

It's just that it's not enough to just understand this kind of physical subject. It's no different than housekeeping. This subject requires sufficient arm strength to achieve results.

In the military, physical fitness is king, at least for now.

Sun Penghui from the third class frowned and glanced at Chen Ming. He looked a little dissatisfied. He shouted loudly and took the lead in shaking his whole body, trying to make his body swing as wide as possible.

Then with a strong force, he directly pulled his body upwards, letting his chin jump over the top of the horizontal bar.

"Okay, pretty, one."

"Come on Penghui, we have the strength so we don't spray, the first group sprayed strangely, but they are behind."

While Sun Penghui's body was falling, he glanced at Chen Ming again, and found that the other person was still hanging there. He was immediately delighted, and while he still had enough strength, he pulled out another one.

"Beautiful, there are two of them. Come on, class deputy, Class [-] may not be able to survive. Crush them."

Hearing the applause around, the atmosphere in the first group seemed a little deserted, and Zhao Lifei's face was not good-looking.

It's strange that as a squad leader, it feels better to be yelled at by a bunch of new recruits about how the squad is doing.

What is this kid thinking about?

At this moment, Zhao Lifei looked up at Chen Ming with an unhappy expression.

Chen Ming moved.

Unlike Sun Penghui from Class [-], who had to rest after every pull, Chen Ming first grabbed the top of the horizontal bar with both hands, causing veins to bulge in his exposed arms.

One, two, three, four, five, six without a pause in between.
He kept pulling up until the seventh person, and when it was the eighth person's turn, Chen Ming didn't pull him up because his arms were weak, but he didn't get down either, and he was still hanging there.

Feeling the pain in his arm, Chen Ming gritted his teeth. He currently had more than 4000 points in the System Points Mall, which was enough to redeem two bottles of potion to restore his condition, but he did not do so.

Potions are only auxiliary. If you want to grow quickly, you must constantly challenge your body's limits.

Otherwise, just rely on the potion, use it when you are tired, and refresh the state after using it, then at most he looks strong and has no staying power.

Three Seconds of Real Man does not meet Chen Ming's requirements for himself.

But no matter what, the seven consecutive pull-ups directly boosted the morale of the first class.

Zhao Lifei also looked up with a smile on his face, like a proud old rooster, squinting at the monitor of the third class.

Wang Wolong and Wei Fengchu are no less talkative than Class Three.

Wang Shuaibing clapped his hands and laughed: "Brother Chen, come on, come on, let's do it again. Some people just can't do it. The white-bone demon farts and looks like a monster, but it's useless."

"Cough cough." Zhao Lifei heard Wang Shuaibing's provocation, and coughed beside him.

Competition is fine, but it must be healthy. According to their approach, it will destroy unity and is not advisable.

Sure enough, Cheng Tiehu, the leader of the third squad, turned green with anger when he heard the voice from the first squad.

He commanded loudly: "Sun Penghui, what are you thinking about? Two is your limit?"

"As the deputy of the class, that is the benchmark of the whole class, come on, pull one more."

I don't know if Sun Penghui listened to it or not.

Anyway, Chen Ming listened to what he said. As the class deputy, he is indeed a benchmark for the whole class.

So he pulled hard and made another eight.

Ok? ? ?
Does this work too?
After a long time of encouragement from Class [-], Sun Penghui didn't move, but Chen Ming from Class [-] moved instead?
Zhao Lifei was stunned for a moment, and simply took a few steps back to watch Chen Ming perform by himself. He didn't intend to disturb him, but wanted to see where Chen Ming's limit was.

By the way, let's measure whether we can get good results in the evaluation. In fact, the recruits who can get the top three in the comprehensive evaluation every year, more or less have a good physical foundation before enlisting in the army. It's hard to get to the ranking.

After all, with thousands of people and the same training method, who can be worse than whom?

At this time, the two "military advisers" from the first class stopped talking and stared at Chen Ming, thinking that their eyes were full of encouragement.

Watching Sun Penghui gather his strength for a long time, he pulled up another one, reaching the third one.

Cheng Tiehu's voice came again: "Yes, I performed very well, but I've been yelling for a long time. Reward me with one reward. It's not too much. Come on, pull another one, the last one."

"Reward the squad leader? It makes sense, it should be." Chen Ming was hanging for a rest. Hearing the reason, he looked at Zhao Lifei, pulled his body up vigorously, and completed another one.

There are nine.

Now, even Zhao Lifei, who is usually serious, couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of his mouth raised, and his smile widened.

The recruits in Squad [-] stared at each other even more, for a moment they couldn't figure out who Squad [-] was encouraging.

Sun Penghui is also very good. After a break, he gritted his teeth and completed the pull-up that was awarded to the squad leader.

Without waiting for him to let go.

Cheng Tiehu's voice came again: "Don't worry, the squad leader has rewarded you, so let's pay tribute to myself. It's hard work in the camp, so let's pay tribute to myself."

"It's quite hard. This makes sense." Chen Ming nodded slightly and used both arms hard. This was the tenth time.

What the fuck? ? ?

Chen Ming's operation made not only the first class confused, but also the recruits in the third class were speechless.

Sun Penghui was even more depressed, no one encouraged Chen Ming, he did it so consciously.

What about yourself?

You're also the class deputy, so don't you want to lose face in class three?
Holding back the fatigue all over, I trembled and did another one, the fifth one.

"As a soldier, you must know how to be grateful. The cooking class starts cooking and preparing breakfast for you all day long before you get up. Therefore, for the hard work of the cooking class, I also want to thank one person. Come on, make another one. ,the last one."

Cheng Tiehu's voice came.

Chen Ming pulled another one, but there was nothing he could do. The third squad leader did make sense, and he should be grateful.

No. 11.

At this time, even if Sun Penghui refused to accept it, he couldn't do it anymore. His arms couldn't hold it up at all, and his hands softened and he fell from the top of the horizontal bar. The cooking class was not grateful for the success.

Chen Ming still persisted.

This pissed off the people in Class [-]. The second person went up, dragged two of them, and fell down gracefully without waiting for the monitor's encouragement.

The third person came on and couldn't even jump up to grab the horizontal bar.

The fourth person jumped up, but he couldn't pull himself up and couldn't finish any step.

The fifth person, barely finished one.

The difficulty of pull-ups is far beyond the imagination of the recruits. The horizontal bar in the army is higher than that in the park. Sun Penghui's performance was already very good in the first contact.

The people in class three went up one by one, and Chen Ming was always as stable as a mountain, and occasionally pulled one up.

On and off, it was not until the ninth person from class three fell from the top that Chen Ming couldn't hold it anymore and let go of the horizontal bar.

The number has also accumulated to fourteen.

"Awesome, one can wear nine? Brother Chen, you can last longer alone than the nine people in the third class."

Wang Shuaibing said in shock, he couldn't help but be shocked, fourteen doesn't sound like a lot, and that's higher than the sum of nine people in the third class.

The time to persist is even more so, there is no suspense.

Seeing Chen Ming coming down, Zhao Lifei, who was still smiling, returned to his usual seriousness.

Putting on a nonchalant tone, he said: "It's not bad, the whole army was not wiped out."

"Who is that? The class deputy has proofread, who will be the second one?"

(End of this chapter)