Rebirth of the last days: hugging the thighs

Chapter 27

After Bai Longyue took Song Minghan to have breakfast, he went directly to the training ground.The training ground of Chenguang base is not big, it is divided into four parts.The outermost perimeter is a conventional runway, used to train physical strength and endurance.There are three parts in the middle, one part is used to practice shooting, the other part is used to practice fighting skills, and the last part is used to practice abilities.

Most of the participants in the training are soldiers, and some are supernatural beings.Ordinary people are not qualified to come here to train at all, but they are very welcome in the place where the wall is built outside.

On the outermost runway of the training ground, people running shirtless can be seen everywhere. On a midsummer morning, the temperature should not be underestimated.Everyone on the runway was sweating profusely, but no one dared to shout tired, all because of the man standing beside the runway.

Standing next to him was Pang Tong, the general manager of the training ground. He was in his forties, with a big bald head and a scar as wide as a baby's finger from the center of his eyebrows to his right ear.

Pang Tong is more than 1.8 meters tall, with strong arms and arms, and his arms are as thick as an adult woman's calf.He was wearing a camouflage vest from the army on his upper body, and a pair of black shorts on his lower body. He held a brown soft whip in his hand, and whipped it at slow runners from time to time.Although they never hit, the whirring wind passing by their ears was enough to scare them to quicken their pace.

Bai Longyue saluted him and greeted him politely: "Morning Pangtou." Pang Tong only nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the runway.Bai Longyue turned sideways, and introduced: "This is my friend, Song Minghan, a dual-line supernatural being. I hope Pangtou can give him more advice."

Pang Tong's attention was finally attracted when he heard about the dual-line abilities.Pang Tong squinted at Song Minghan, saw that he was skinny and tender, and said lukewarmly: "What advice are you talking about? Let him report for duty first." He turned his head and continued to stare at the runway.

Bai Longyue didn't feel annoyed when she hit a soft nail, and led Song Minghan to report with a smile.

It stands to reason that Bai Longyue's status in the army is not low, but Pang Tong has this kind of reluctance, the only thing that can attract his attention is the training, and nothing else can be discussed.In the entire Chenguang base, the only one who could make him smile was Old General Feng, and it was all because Old General Feng was his former superior in the army, and he supported him a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have received this kind of treatment.

But Pang Tong does have his skills. In the past few decades, Pang Tong has won five consecutive national Sanda champions.It's a pity that boxing is afraid of young people. After the year of destiny, Pang Tong has rarely shot in front of others.At the invitation of General Feng, Pang Tong took a job as an instructor in the army.After the end of the world, he was appointed as the head coach of Chenguang Base.

After reporting, Song Minghan was led by the soldiers to prepare for exercise, and went to Pang Tong when he had collected ten supernatural beings.Song Minghan was pressing his leg when Chen Cheng came.

Chen Cheng looked at Song Minghan with a kind look, wishing he could hug him and call him brother.Chen Cheng talked about rushing to the bathroom in the morning like a thief from the room, Song Minghan just listened quietly.

Chen Cheng asked suspiciously: "Don't you think the accommodation conditions here are terrible?" Song Minghan said: "I live in Building 1."

Chen Cheng looked bewildered, and Su Qingluan, who was listening to him complaining about it, explained with relish: "We have a separate bathroom in Building 1." Chen Cheng shouted that it's not fair!He really wants to live in Building 1!
Bai Longyue interjected with a smile: "It's not impossible for you to live in Building No. 1. As long as you can persist for 15 minutes under the assistant coach's command, you can move to Building No. 1."

Chen Cheng screamed excitedly, wishing he could go to the assistant coach to make gestures right away.Su Qingluan couldn't bear to see him suffer, and introduced: "The assistant instructor is Feng Zijie, who is the fire-element supernatural being who saved us yesterday."

Chen Cheng was immediately dumbfounded.When she was studying in Huai'an City, the incident of Feng An's rape of Ruolan obviously caused a lot of trouble, but the public opinion was silent.It is not an exaggeration for the Feng family to say that they can cover the sky with one hand in the province. Chen Cheng has never wanted to give false testimony against his conscience, and the people sent by the Feng family to deal with the aftermath can't do anything about him.

Chen Cheng will always remember that at that time, Feng Zijie, who was on a mission in a foreign country, just made a phone call, and he said: "I am Feng An's brother Feng Zijie, testify or die, your choice."

The high-ranking old General Feng still cherished his feathers, but he just said that Chen Cheng couldn't stay in Huai'an City any longer.But Feng Zijie is a real lunatic, he is like walking on a steel wire hanging between the cliffs, the secular laws are nothing in his eyes, even human life is just a negligible bargaining chip.

After Ruolan committed suicide, in the past countless days and nights, Chen Cheng hadn't thought of retracting her confession.But Chen Cheng always remembered the pistol that Feng's family raised after Feng Zijie's words fell.

The muzzle of the gun close to Chen Cheng's temple was so cold, it easily defeated his only courage.

Chen Cheng's fear of Feng Zijie was almost imprinted in his bones. He said dully, "Actually, the conditions in Building 13 are quite good. The drought is so severe, and the public toilets can save some water." Surprised by his sudden change, Su Qingluan cast a probing look, but Chen Cheng just lowered his head and went to do the preparatory activities.

Finally, ten people were gathered, and the young soldiers took them to head coach Pang.Pang Tong said leisurely: "Let's run ten laps first."

One lap of the training ground is 600 meters, and ten laps is 6000 meters. Su Qingluan's legs were already weak when he heard the ten laps.Su Qingluan discussed and said: "President Pang, I am a healing power user, so I don't need to run around?"

The sun is rising, and the soft light is sprinkled on the training ground.Under the morning light, Su Qingluan, dressed in a white robe and with long hair reaching the ground, looked as beautiful as a fairy above the nine heavens, and his voice was as clear as new wine brewed from a mountain spring.

Pang Tong frowned: "I don't set a special precedent for women here. If you don't want to run away, you can quit the training."

Seeing that Su Qingluan was treated as a woman, Chen Cheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.Pang Tong: "Talk and laugh casually in the queue, add five laps."

Chen Cheng: "..."

Su Qingluan: "..."

However, Pang Tong's words aroused Su Qingluan's blood, he secretly made up his mind to finish ten laps, blind Pang Tong's dog eyes, and let him recognize people indiscriminately!

After the first lap, the group of ten people had already been divided into three small echelons.

The first echelon consisted of Bai Longyue and Song Minghan. The two kept advancing at a constant speed, leaving the others far behind.

The second echelon consisted of Chen Cheng and other supernatural beings. They ran unhurriedly, not wanting to waste their energy on the first lap.

The third echelon is Su Qingluan alone. Letting an idle artist come and run circles or something, is really too cruel, okay?

On the third lap, Su Qingluan finally couldn't help but collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, and most of his exile-like temperament disappeared.His long hair was scattered behind his head, his face was flushed red, and his white robe was also stained with dust.

The soft brown whip in Pang Tong's hand suddenly came to a stop, barely stopping at Su Qingluan's ear.Pang Tong sneered, "Do you think I dare not hit women?"

Su Qingluan finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: "I'm a man!" Pang Tong squatted down, looked Su Qingluan from head to toe carefully, and finally fixed his gaze on Su Qingluan's Adam's apple.

After agreeing with Su Qingluan's gender, Pang Tong was no longer relentless, and the whip was directly drawn on Su Qingluan's back.Seeing this, Song Minghan and Chen Cheng surrounded Su Qingluan.

Bai Longyue was familiar with Pang Tong's character, so she didn't dare to approach him rashly.Sure enough, Pang Tong said: "Very good, I didn't expect the supernatural beings who came this time to be so united, so you should all run five extra laps."

Su Qingluan only felt a burning pain on his back. From birth to now, he had never suffered such humiliation.Su Qingluan's family is rich and famous at a young age, because he can't get used to the arty attitude in Vanity Fair, he travels and paints everywhere.

Before the end of the world, Su Qingluan's random painting could fetch a sky-high price at auction.Accustomed to being sought after by others, he was unwilling to be humiliated, so he stared at Pang Tong resentfully.

Pang Tong didn't take it seriously, and sarcastically said: "The physical fitness of supernatural beings is better than that of ordinary people. Ordinary soldiers on the training ground can easily run [-] meters. You are a supernatural being, but your body has been improved. I don’t want to train. What? Do you expect your healing ability to scare away zombies when they chase you?”

Pang Tong pointed at Song Minghan and Chen Cheng with his whip, and said calmly: "Or do you expect others to protect you more because of your healing ability? Once or twice is no problem. When it is really a life-and-death crisis, you can ask Whether their own life is more important or protecting you is more important."

The sun had already climbed high into the sky, and the eyes of the bright people hurt, and the temperature from it seemed to burn the training ground to death.The bald man holding a soft brown whip is as eternal as the scorching sun in the sky. He may be cruel, but that set of consistent principles firmly nails him to the frame.Anyone who tried to challenge this set of rules was flattened and rounded by him, and slapped on the ground casually.

(End of this chapter)