Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 81
The first day of military training was a good day with high autumn air.

The large forces of the School of Economics and Management are concentrated in the basketball court in Area B and the surrounding large open spaces.

There were so many people that even the open space at the entrance of each dormitory building was occupied by a large area of ​​green military uniforms.

The two classes of Guojin were lucky enough to be assigned to an open space next to the basketball court, which happened to have a little shade, so that they would not be dried into African fish.

At this time, there are still ten minutes before the start of the military training at eight o'clock.

Ma Wanli was giving a lecture, and the monitors of two classes stood beside him.

Balabala gave a nonsensical chatter, and Ma Wanli finally emphasized discipline again, and left after speaking.

"Phew, I'm finally gone. This guy looks a few years older than us, but he speaks official and clichés so slickly. He's a talent."

Wang Qiang was joking with the boys nearby.

"That's not true. I heard that he is the vice chairman of the last student union of our School of Economics and Management. He has been admitted to our school as a graduate student. Now he is working and studying."

A well-informed boy picked up Ma Wanli's background.

"Don't talk about this, brother Hao, you are famous now, don't you know?"

Wang Qiang turned his head, looked at Yang Hao in the back row, and laughed.

"What am I famous for?"

Yang Hao felt that something was wrong. When he was having breakfast in the cafeteria in Area B in the morning, some people pointed at him, as if they were talking about himself.

"Hey, brother Hao, no one in your dormitory goes to the school's intranet forum?"

"No, the boss in our dormitory has already fixed the network cable two days earlier. With the external network, who still uses the school's internal network?"

"That's no wonder, let me tell you. Last night, I don't know which guy posted a post on the forum, which contained a short video of a basketball game."

Wang Qiang leaned over to Yang Hao's side and winked: "Although the shooting angle is not good, it's still hard to hide Brother Hao's majesty. This post was posted on the homepage in less than half an hour, and was finally highlighted by the administrator. , Hao Gewei is famous all over the world!"

"Fuck, what else is there? Then I have to go to the Intranet to watch when I go back at noon. Which part of the video is it? Could it be that I smashed the backboard angrily?"

"That's not true. If someone takes a picture of that segment and posts it on the forum, Brother Hao, you must be invited to drink tea by the Department of Political Affairs and Education."

"Oh, that's better, but I'd rather not reveal this kind of name. I'll be pointed at after breakfast. It's too depressing."

"Hey, brother Hao, are you still afraid of being famous? You know, a mortal like me can't get famous if he wants to."

Wang Qiang said, curiously said: "By the way, Brother Hao, you are not a legendary martial arts master, are you? Why were you so awesome yesterday?"

"Martial arts master? Cough cough, that's right, but my master is an outsider and doesn't want to show his reputation, so I have to keep a low profile."

Yang Hao simply pushed the boat along with the current, and made up a non-existent master of the world for himself. In the future, if there are some things that are inconvenient to explain, he can blame the master.

"Let me just say, brother Hao's skill, jumping several meters high, must be the legendary lightness kung fu, could it be Wudang vertical ladder?"

Wang Qiang started to make up his own brain.

"No, no, my master's sect is a secret sect, and has nothing to do with Wudang. But this lightness kung fu has a name, it's... called Bairi Feisheng Jue."

"Holy shit, Daytime Ascension Jue? So mighty, so domineering, is it from the sect of cultivating immortals?"

Wang Qiang's brain was out of control, he looked at Yang Hao with golden eyes, and asked, "Brother Hao, is your school still accepting people?"

puff!
Yang Hao almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and said in his heart: This kid can't be reading Xiuxian novels, and he has become obsessed with it, right?
He coughed twice, and politely declined: "Ahem, I'm sorry, the establishment of our sect has already been full, and there is really no vacancy right now."

Wang Qiang suddenly looked confused: "Huh? These days, all sects have started to make weaving?"

"That's not right, keep pace with the times, but don't worry, if there is a vacancy someday, I will be the first to notify you, and then it will depend on whether you have a fairy fate."

"That's it...then do you want temporary workers? I am also willing to work as temporary workers, as long as I can learn Kung Fu!"

"Ahem, ahem, this...really not."

Yang Hao flickered for a long time, and finally got over the trouble.

"Fuck, bullshit is so tiring. From now on, silence is golden. I'll say 'huh' if you ask me anything, so I don't have to find a way to tell Yuanshang the lie I told earlier. It's so troublesome!"

Yang Hao thought about it, and made up his mind. In the future, no matter who asks, he will kill himself without explaining, and they can make up whatever they want.

Beep!

The sound of a sharp whistle came from a distance, as well as the sound of neat footsteps.

The instructors of the army came.

"Hello students, my name is Liu Jianjun, and I am the instructor of your class. I will train you for the next month."

Liu Jianjun, the instructor of Guojin (1) class, is a veteran who is close to 30 years old and has served for almost ten years.

Just last year, he won the third place in the military competition.

At the beginning of this year, he was promoted to a fourth-rank sergeant major, and he was one of the best trump cards among the instructors who came this time.

"I know that you are all the proud sons of heaven. Maybe you didn't take this military training seriously. You thought it was just a military training and going through the motions."

Liu Jianjun straightened his back and said earnestly: "Maybe it will be like this under other instructors, but you are lucky to meet me."

"My Liu Jianjun's subordinates have always only had soldiers who are not afraid of hardship and fatigue, and there are no pampered masters!"

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "So, from now on, you are my soldiers. Whoever dares to disobey my orders, even if I recognize you, my fists will not recognize you!"

As soon as these words came out, the students who had originally planned to laugh and laugh for a month suddenly became commotion.

"Hmph, it's just to scare people, I don't believe it anymore, does he really dare to beat people?"

It was Wang Qiang who said this.

He has always been tongue-tied and likes to show off, and his voice is a little louder.

Liu Jianjun heard it, and narrowed his eyes: "You, come out for me!"

Wang Qiang was startled, and quickly shrank his neck, trying to get away with it.

Unexpectedly, Liu Jianjun directly separated from the crowd, grabbed his arm, twisted it with his backhand, and lifted Wang Qiang out.

"Push-ups, one hundred! Do it right away, if it's not up to standard, or if you can't finish it, I'll show you my methods!"

"Instructor, I... I was wrong, please forgive me this time, I promise not to do it again."

Seeing Liu Jianjun's posture, Wang Qiang immediately faltered and begged for mercy in a low voice.

"Do you want to do it? I'll count one, two, three, and when the time is up, I'll do it!"

Liu Jianjun grimaced and clenched his fists.

"I... just do it."

Wang Qiang was originally a king with a strong mouth, but when something happened, he immediately withered.

He fell to the ground dejectedly and began to do push-ups.

Snapped!
Liu Jianjun kicked his ass and shouted, "Why is your butt so high, have you never done push-ups?"

"Ouch, you...you really hit me, I...I want to sue you!"

Having his butt kicked in public, with so many girls watching, Wang Qiang blushed immediately and decided to go all out.

"Complain to me? Yes, but before that, let me learn the push-ups! Now open your mung bean eyes and see clearly, push-ups are not what you do!"

Liu Jianjun didn't seem to be afraid of being complained at all. He did a few standard push-ups before grabbing Wang Qiang's arm and ordered: "Just follow this standard, one hundred, and you can complain after you finish."

"By... why, I'm going to sue you now!"

Snapped!
Liu Jianjun kicked Wang Qiang's ass again, and said coldly: "Why? Just because I am your instructor and you are my soldier! If you do it or not, I will still kick you!"

"I... I do."

Wang Qiang really can't help it, he can't cry, right?In fact, Liu Jianjun didn't play hard, the key is to lose face!
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Wang Qiang did push-ups awkwardly, but it was still not very standard.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo this old bastard, I'm...I'll never end with you!"

He cried in his heart, he really couldn't swallow this breath, but he was afraid that Liu Jianjun would continue to kick his ass, it would be really embarrassing.

But Liu Jianjun didn't kick him again, but turned to the other students, with a stern face, and asked, "Are there any objections? If there are any, please stand up quickly. If not, just obey my orders honestly, and let's start the military training!"

No one speaks.

Wang Qiang looked at Yang Hao in the team with tears in his eyes, as if he was expecting a martial arts master to stand up and beat up the old ** instructor.

It's a pity that Yang Hao didn't move.

"Okay, now, let's start with the queue, listen to me..."

Liu Jianjun smiled slightly, and was about to start military training, when suddenly, Wang Qiang shouted from behind.

"Instructor, I bet there is a classmate in our class who can hang you with one hand!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, and even several instructors nearby looked over.

However, most of the students in the two classes of Guojin looked at Yang Hao involuntarily.

As for Yang Hao, at this moment, he wished he could beat Wang Qiang to death.

"I, Nima, was your father-killing enemy in your previous life, right? Otherwise, why are you fucking meowing me like this?"

He thought, with a wry smile on his face.

　Thanks to -, Jueying, Yueshang, Yuezhao's hometown, Xinruohan, Blank, Life is over, and Xiaohua for their rewards, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)