Restart the Flying Age

　　 That night, high school sophomores and thirds students reported one after another.

　　The freshmen in the first year of high school, after finishing the military training costumes, all talked about the upcoming military training life expectantly.

　　 These years, young men and women generally have a sacred fascination with military uniforms. They have no idea how harsh the test will be to meet them in the next seven days.

　　 The next day, the sun was a bit more venomous than yesterday.

　　 The large playground of Beijiang Middle School is located in the south of the campus, and the terrain is one or two meters higher than the teaching building.

　　 There are no tall buildings or towering trees around.

　　As soon as the tiger’s sun rises, it becomes a lively barbecue mode. Fortunately, today's playground is not a plastic track. The sandy ground is covered with coal slag, which absorbs a lot of heat.

　　Rao is so, standing in a military posture under the sun, soon someone will be too hot to hold it.

　　 After all, there are 14 classes with more than 800 people, and there are always people with weak and poor physiques.

　　 And the energy of looking forward to last night, under the cursing of the black charcoal instructors, they have long been thrown out of the sky.

　　 Wu Tao stood in the queue, his head was above the middle.

　　 Compared with his previous life, his height seems to be a lot longer. Maybe it was a good meal these three months, which made him catch the last train of development.

　　 Seeing Yang Zili next to him grinning hotly, Wu Di was out of breath, but Wu Tao was at ease.

　　 He was used to seeing such battles in his previous life, but now a week of military training is not a big deal at all.

　　 During the break between classes, a few familiar figures appeared at the entrance of the playground, and Wu Tao's whole aura suddenly rose.

　　 Feeling the change in his aura, Yang Zili lowered his voice and said, "What's the matter?"

　　 "Nothing!" Wu Tao responded, his voice getting colder.

　　 "As soon as I heard this, I knew there was a problem." Yang Zili muttered, "Just forget it."

　　 "You, you, get out!" After such a short errand, he was discovered by the instructor surnamed Sun.

　　 "When standing in a military position, speak secretly! 30 push-ups per person!"

　　 Wu Tao did it when he lay down, Yang Zili didn't believe in evil, and wanted to argue, "Instructor, I..."

　　 "You 50!"

　　 Yang Zili saw that even Wu Tao obediently confessed his punishment, and he was so stubborn.

　　 Do it, not ashamed.

　　 Yang Zili has not finished ten of them, but Wu Tao has finished thirty of them and got up and returned to the team.

　　 Just as the two confessed their punishment, the few people on the side of the playground pointed to this side and laughed wantonly. These people are not others, but Xu Jiawen's group.

　　 After watching the good show here, Xu Jiawen and his group continue to go west. There is a female military training phalanx, which is self-evident.

　　 It is common for senior students to make blatant comments during military training in lower grades.

　　Because this is the best opportunity to enjoy the scenery of lower grade girls.

　　While resting, Wu Tao stood under a weak sapling, holding his hat as a fan.

　　 An Rong, dressed in a uniform, ran over, took a sip and said, "Shall we go to my house for lunch today?"

　　 Wu Tao shook his head, "No, Aunt Hua will come over and specify that I won't be hungry." After that, the topic changed, "Xu Jiawen's group, didn't you bother you?"

　　 "They are just cheeky, standing there and pointing at our girls, making irresponsible remarks, which is very annoying! We will be punished by the instructor as soon as we react."

　　Wu Tao nodded, "This is forbearance beforehand, they came here only after seeing this, ignore them..."

　　 was talking, suddenly there was a little movement in the west.

　　Wu Tao took a look at the pergola. Oh, it was Zhao Li.

　　 After patronizing An Rong to appease An Rong, he forgot Zhao Li's gunpowder barrel.

　　 grabbed the hat immediately, pulled An Rong and rushed over. When they ran into the field, Zhao Li saw Zhao Li with hands on hips, pointing at Xu Jiawen, and scolding her head and face.

　　 Xu Jiawen several boys couldn't scold her, they just surrounded her coldly, which was full of deterrence.

　　 There is only Sun Xiaoyu next to Zhao Li, facing a few tall boys in Xu Jiawen, the momentum is naturally weak by three points.

　　 Seeing that the instructor who was sitting cross-legged in the distance hadn't noticed the situation here, Wu Tao had to rush into the arena, stopped in front of Zhao Li, and looked at Xu Jiawen coldly and said, "The surname Xu, must I pick something?"

　　 "It was this March 8 who cursed people first!"

Snapped! Before he finished speaking, Wu Tao slapped him over, "Didn't your mother teach you to respect people?"

　　 The speed is so fast, it seems that push-ups have not been practiced for a while.

　　 Xu Jiawen was taken aback and rushed up to fight.

　　 Wu Tao protected An Rong and Zhao Li, avoiding a few slaps, and getting punches on his shoulder, chest, and belly.

　　 But soon, Yang Guangwei rushed out and blocked a lot. On the other side, Yang Zili yelled at me, pushed the lens, and joined in.

　　 three to five, the number of people is not dominant, the momentum of the newborn calf, but not in the slightest.

　　 In Wu Tao's view, it is not a big deal as long as they protect An Rong and Zhao Li's well-being and get a few hits.

　　 And he is sure, it is impossible for the instructor to ignore it.

　　 All the instructors from the platoon ran over, but before they arrived, Wu Di took a few more followers to join the melee.

　　 As a representative of the local tyrant circle, he is happy to see the contradiction in the academic dominance circle. But when I heard about the cause of Zhao Li's curse, he suddenly violently came to bully our class girl, MB, how could this be tolerated?

　　 The scene was suddenly chaotic to the extreme.

　　Wait a few minutes later when the two sides of the fight were separated~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xu Jiawen all had color hanging on their bodies. They looked embarrassed and looked a bit more serious than Wu Tao.

　　 A platoon of black charcoal instructors placed a dozen people on both sides of the melee under control. Not long after, the second-year director led a team to lead Xu Jiawen away.

　　 The instructor platoon leader said with his voice: "Although those sophomores are very guilty, but this is the reason why you can be unorganized and undisciplined?"

　　 No one answered, the scene was silent.

　　 "Everyone, run five kilometers! If you can't finish running in the morning, continue running in the afternoon!"

　　 The crowd was silent, all staring at Wu Tao.

　　 Wu Tao put his hat on, and under the scorching sun, he stepped forward and started the rush mode.

　　 When the others saw this, they had no choice but to keep up.

　　 Wu Tao ran at the forefront, with An Rong and Zhao Li accompanying him on the left and right. In the eyes of the crowd, he was overwhelmed with frustration.

　　 Yang Guangwei and Yang Zili followed hard, sniffing the fragrance in front of them, but they were also very comfortable.

　　 It's just that Wu Di, a fat local tyrant, ran wheezing, like a heavy broken bellows.

　　After a few laps, Yang Zili seemed to be unable to stand it, and chased to Wu Tao's side and said: "Wu Di must not be able to run down there. Can you do anything?"

　　 Wu Tao glanced back, and turned to the cool shade under the rostrum, and said, "Isn't there a ready-made ‘teaching material’ over there?"

　　 Yang Zili raised his eyes and opened his eyes.

　　 After a while, Wu Di's fat figure fell softly to the ground, and several of his attendants immediately howled and screamed. The situation was more affectionate and sincere than a dead mother.

　　 It seems that they are already familiar with this bitter trick.

　　 The instructor platoon leader ran over and took a look. "Bring him to the rostrum and hand him to the school doctor, and you guys keep running!"