Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

Gao Chi let go, but Meng Chong reluctantly wanted to fight back.

The people around didn't want to be implicated, so they shook their heads vigorously, making faces at them, and told them not to continue, so as not to repeat the tragedy of 50 laps in the afternoon.

Finally, Meng Chong was unwilling to let go, and at the same time, an unusually tall and langy figure appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone stood at attention, instinctively straightened their backs and stood. Someone has recognized it. At this moment, the person who came in was not an instructor, but a man with a handsome face like a god. He slightly pursed his thin lips and face. Every deep line seems to be carved with perseverance.

The instructor followed behind him, and that serious temperament was many times weaker than him.

"Who was making noise just now?" Lu Jingchen asked.

His voice is somewhere between Qingjun and mellow, with a slightly hoarse sexy, unspeakable.

This voice also makes people realize that he is not very old.

If it wasn't for the high level of the medal on his shoulder, some people might think that he was just like himself, who came here to participate in the screening.

"Report sir, no one is making noise." Someone said immediately.

Lu Jingchen glanced at everyone bitterly, and with only one glance, he could see the scars on the faces of Meng Chong and Gao Chi.

He paced slowly in front of them.

Everyone held their breath, because Lu Jingchen’s slow pace did not make them feel relaxed, but felt a strong pressure. It can be imagined that if a tiger slowly paces in front of you, the kind of A sense of oppression, suffocating.

"So... how did the scars come from?" He spoke lightly, as if chatting, but no one dared to ignore the solemnity in his words.

"Yes... I just got off the bed and knocked. I just came, not familiar." Meng Chong smiled and said.

"Knocked?" Lu Jingchen asked back.

Meng Chong's smile was a little stiff, and the doubt in Lu Jingchen's words was strongly oppressive. He instinctively nodded: "Yeah."

"What about yours?" He looked at Gao Chi.

Gao Chi pondered for a moment: "I just fought with Meng Chong. I pleaded guilty."

"Okay, go to the penalty station, five hours!"

Everyone gasped as soon as this was said. If they were standing in a standard military posture, ordinary people would not be able to stand it for less than half an hour.

Although the people here all have their own strengths, and even many military families born, they stand for one or two hours at most, and five hours unless they have strong willpower, otherwise they will not be at all. It can be done.

Besides, it is night now.

Gao Chi didn't say anything, and said: "Yes."

Then ran out.

Everyone has a good impression of him, and they dare to act and don't hurt others. It's a guy.

At this moment, Meng Chong seemed to be scorched on fire, and Gao Chi admitted to the fight. Doesn't it directly prove that what he just said was a lie?

Lu Jingchen paced slowly, and every step of his army boots on the ground made a sonorous sound.

He is tall and straight, and the fitted military uniform adds a bit of strength to him.

Immediately, he said: "Gao Chi hit you five punches, three punches hit your face, one punch hit your chest, and one punch missed. But you only touched him once, which is really a waste of figure."

Every word Lu Jingchen said was correct, and he was not there just now.