Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 850 Running
Six laps!

Everyone was shocked for a moment.

But with the lessons learned just now, no one dared to question, so they could only grit their teeth and start running.

The sun was scorching hot, and sweat ran down his forehead after a while.

Accidentally fell into the eyes and stung.

There was no wind at all on the playground, and the more I ran, the more I sweated, and my whole mouth felt as if it was going to burn.

Soon there were weak girls who couldn't hold it anymore, and whispered to the people next to them out of breath: "No, I can't, I'm going to die of exhaustion."

The coach's cold voice came across half of the playground.

"You are not allowed to whisper and chat. This time I will warn you, and next time I will punish you for running around."

The girl dared not speak out, she could only wipe off her sweat and staggered forward.

Yue Qingqing's physical fitness is unusual, she ran easily without feeling tired, and she didn't even shed a few drops of sweat.

Although Mi Shu was a little out of breath, she seemed to be able to bear it.

But the rest don't have such good physical strength.

After two laps, even the boys began to wheeze and wheeze.

The girl couldn't run anymore with her hands on her waist, and her legs seemed to be filled with lead.

The students in other classes of the School of Finance couldn't help sticking out their tongues.

How cruel!
In comparison, their instructors can be described as benevolent.

"All are there, turn left, and walk together!" The instructor of the class next to him shouted the password to let the students go to a shady place, "Now break up for a quarter of an hour, and gather here in a quarter of an hour."

The students cheered a little, and looked at the "comrades in arms" who were still running in the playground, feeling grateful and sympathetic.

When the students on my side dispersed, the middle-sized instructor next door came over.

"Stone, you're too ruthless. These are still students, and they're not like the rough-skinned and thick-skinned recruits we have."

Shi Lei looked at the scattered teams on the track that were completely out of shape.

"Someone from the student union came to me, saying that some students in this class contradicted the seniors on the first day of registration and didn't follow the rules. I hope I can temper the tempers of those people so that they can better adapt to school life. You can also get used to collective discipline.”

The instructor next door touched his chin after listening, and he understood.

What is the first priority of being a soldier?
--obey orders!
In the face of those disobedient thorns, veterans usually give a blow to them first.

Overwhelm the opponent with a huge amount of training and let him know the importance of discipline.

It's their constant approach, almost a tradition.

He was a little curious, "Who is the stabbing head?"

Shi Lei nodded with his chin.

The man looked along, his mouth opened for a moment in shock.

"Just that little girl? It doesn't look like it..."

Shi Lei was expressionless, "What can you tell from the appearance? Anyway, this is what the student union requires, and it won't hurt to practice a little more. Otherwise, how can you hone their willpower?"

The instructor shook his head, "All right, but you have to be careful."

He knew that this year's manpower was just a little tight, so he sent out Shi Lei, who had no experience.

It was Shi Lei's first year leading freshman training.

"Understood." Shi Lei responded casually, "Don't talk to me all the time, it's working time now."

The instructor next door snorted, "You have such a temper..."

Even in the army, Shi Lei is famous for being strict, serious and serious, it doesn't matter what others say when he is sure.

The instructor didn't bother to persuade him any more, and turned around to call his classmates to gather.

On the playground here, Yue Qingqing had already finished six laps, but there were some people who didn't even finish the fourth lap, but were already so tired that their legs were weak and they wanted to kneel on the ground.

Yue Qingqing and Mi Shu, who had just arrived at the key point, looked at each other, and their eyes fell on the girls at the back of the line.

(End of this chapter)