Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

On the other side of the big playground, the combatants who were still training did not know that tonight would be their sleepless night.

Chang Hu scolded and trained the monitor a few more words before remembering that he still had nothing to say.

"Tell you a business matter. General Xiahou contacted me this afternoon, and he will send a special fighter over to train."

What?

Tan Jing was surprised, "Special fighters come to train? How come there is such an arrangement? Overkill, right?"

Soon, I guessed why there was such an arrangement.

Shen said: "I'm here for An Xia, right."

"Yes." Chang Hu nodded, his black face was serious, "General Xiahou values ​​An Xia very much. After the physical test tomorrow, if An Xia scores well, arrange training with three-year fighters."

This arrangement is fine.

Tan Jing agreed, "An Xia really has a strong comprehensive ability, and it is indeed a succumb to the rookie company."

In this way, An Xia's next whereabouts are determined.

Twenty minutes later, all six groups of new recruits completed one hundred push-ups.

The brain is awake, but the body is more tired.

Tan Jing didn't toss them anymore, he just got off the hook once, and it shouldn't be continuous.

Originally, I planned to arrange for An Xia and Cheng Yiluo to shake hands and make peace. After thinking about it, I gave up.

He thought, An Xia might not.

But some words still have to be clarified.

Standing in the opposite row, Cheng Yiluo saw the instructor gave her a dissatisfied look. At that moment, Cheng Yiluo felt that he was stripped of his skin, and the last layer of fig leaf was gone.

She lost, what else do they want!

Clenching her lower lip, Cheng Yiluo wanted to cry again.

Standing in front of all the new recruits, Tan Jing said: "All of you remember, tears are the most useless thing in the team!"

"On the battlefield, is it possible for you to expect the enemy to come, cry your nose, shed tears, sell your grievances, and the enemy will come without a fight?"

"Bleeding, sweating, not crying, this is our iron-blooded fighter! Can you do it?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The newcomer of the 100-call number raised his throat and answered three times forcefully, which also seemed very imposing.

Cheng Yiluo, whose tears were streaming out again, was neither crying nor not crying.

The facial features that were pretty good for a while were so distorted that they couldn't be seen.

Next, reassemble, hand in the phone, arrange accommodation, and the new recruits who have been tired for a day no longer have the energy to toss themselves.

An Fu and Cheng Yiluo are again arranged in the same bedroom.

While washing, Cheng Yiluo walked up to An Xia, unwilling, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't be proud, one day I will defeat you!"

"You are really interesting. Defeating depends on strength. Do you rely on your mouth?"

Before An Xia spoke, Chen Daili, who came in with the washbasin, sneered and sneered back. "You don't cry all the time, just jokes, are you annoying."

Seeing this woman is not pleasing to the eye!

On the bus before, another female newcomer said that she can sing too. Cheng Luoyi's yin and yang connotation said, "You can sing either casually or you can sing, and you need to have a grade certificate before you can sing."

What did she say, "She passed the professional eighth level and won several awards, big and small, so she didn't dare to say that she could sing outside."

Depend on!

The tea was fragrant, and when I heard she wanted to vomit.

At this moment, I can finally go back, Chen Daili is not merciful at all, she can be as good as she is.

How did Cheng Yiluo be rubbed on the ground again and again?

Angrily and angry, she happened to see two female combatants coming in, not new recruits, female combatants in the camp.

Tears came out in a "rush", crying: "You guys, you bully me!" I didn't think about the washbasin anymore, turned around and ran out of the bathroom.