The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 78 Don't Believe in This Evil 【Please recommend】

This time before the lights were turned off, Yang Fan took the initiative to do push-ups, and he didn't set a goal for himself, when he couldn't do it or when he would get up again, trying to recharge his arms.

Wang Zhigang told other people in the dormitory who failed to pass the grenade throwing to do push-ups on the ground like Yang Fan.

Four people lined up in a row. When Wang Zhigang called out a number, everyone would do one. When someone couldn’t keep doing it, Wang Zhigang would repeat that number. If you can't go on, others have to follow Wang Zhigang and repeat the same number and keep doing it until the soldier who can't do it continues, and Wang Zhigang will call the next number.

So no one wants to hold everyone back. They gritted their teeth and persisted. The arms on the ground trembled slightly. Also hold on.

"98, 99, one hundred." After shouting one hundred, Wang Zhigang asked everyone to get up and rest.

Except for Yang Fan, the other three recruits stood up and clapped their hands, but Yang Fan persisted in doing push-ups with great difficulty.

Wang Zhigang and the other recruits looked at him, and the sweat dripping from Yang Fan's face fell drop by drop on the ground in front of him.

"Yang Fan." Wu Cheng, the leader of the platoon, spread out his quilt and approached him with a glass of water and shouted.

"Here." Yang Fan stopped when he heard the platoon leader call him.

"Everyone in the class has given up, why are you still doing it?"

"Report, I think I can still do it."

The leader of the row smiled: "Yang Fan, freezing three feet is not a day's cold. What you do today may not necessarily make your arms suddenly strong tomorrow. Only by combining work and rest can there be changes."

Yang Fan didn't believe this evil, he gritted his teeth and didn't answer, he worked very hard, his arms couldn't straighten up anymore, he still insisted on lying on the ground and resting for a while until he straightened up.

Seeing him like this, the leader of the platoon didn't say anything anymore. He saw a lot of stubborn soldiers, and there were really some who became the top because of their stubbornness, but Yang Fan, he didn't like it.

Wang Zhigang smiled secretly, thinking: This is how my soldiers should be. As the saying goes, if a soldier loves one, he will love the other. No matter what subject I want to be the first, my soldiers must be the same as me.

He approached Yang Fan, patted him on the back and said, "Good job, get up after doing a few more, or your arms won't be able to bear it."

Yang Fan didn't listen to the squad leader's kind advice. With a determined face, he said, "Squad leader, I can still persist." After saying that, he did a few more push-ups, and then fell on the ground weakly. on the ground.

Wang Zhigang patted him with a smile: "Get up, rest and prepare to wash and sleep."

Yang Fan was not reconciled, he really wanted to strengthen his arm, and his goal was to pass the grenade throwing again.

He stood up, clapped his palms, sweat covered his face, and shook his slightly trembling arms. When he shook his arms, he saw two barbells next to the washbasin under the long bed, and suddenly had a new idea: Lift a barbell and train your arms.

The other recruits had already washed up with basins, and the two recruit squad leaders and platoon leaders had already sat on the bed and were about to go to bed.

There were still 10 minutes before the lights-out signal sounded, and basically everyone was busy finishing everything before the lights-out, but Yang Fan had no idea of ​​washing up, and he walked to the side of a long row of beds.

A platoon leader was sitting on the bed holding a copy of "The People's Liberation Army Daily" and was fascinated by it, when he was suddenly taken aback by Yang Fan in front of him.

"Yang Fan, why are you standing here? Why don't you wash up? The lights are almost turned off. You can't walk around when the lights are off."

"Platoon leader, can I borrow your barbell?" Said, Yang Fan pointed to the barbell under the platoon leader's bed.

The leader of the first row looked down and smiled: "Since I bought it, I basically haven't used it a few times. I thought I bought it to exercise my arm strength. After playing it a few times, I'm too lazy to play it. What? What do you want? ?”

"Yes, platoon leader, I want to use him to practice my arm strength."

The first platoon leader glanced at the watch on the wall and said, "Yang Fan, the lights will be turned off in six or seven minutes. Hurry up and wash up and get ready for bed. It's been a day of training, so don't lift this. Wait for Saturdays and Sundays to rest." It’s over, you can lift it up again, go quickly, go wash up quickly.”

But Yang Fan didn't want to hold it on Saturdays and Sundays, and he would throw grenades tomorrow morning. He failed for two consecutive days, and he didn't want to fail in front of all the recruits on the third day.

"Platoon leader, I want to work overtime and lift the barbell for half an hour, just give it to me."

"Yang Fan, what do you want to do? Why don't you wash up?" Sitting on the bed, Wang Zhigang was cutting his toenails with a nail scissors.

"Squad leader, I want to work overtime for half an hour to lift the barbell." Yang Fan turned around and said.

"Oh?? Lifting the barbell? Where is the barbell?" Wang Zhigang turned his head and looked over.

"Squad leader, there is a pair of barbells under the platoon leader's bed."

Wang Zhigang put down the nail scissors, walked towards him, took out the barbell from under the long bed, raised his hands a few times and said with a smile: "Brother Cheng, your barbell is almost rusting, right? Why have I never Have you seen you lift it?"

The platoon leader took a look at him and ignored him, and began to undress to get under the covers.

Wang Zhigang handed the barbell to Yang Fan: "Lift it, take it easy, if you dare to smash the floor tiles, I will smash your head off."

Yang Fan smiled, took the barbell and grasped it in his hand before realizing that it was too damn heavy. To be honest, he regretted making this request, but there was no other way, the gun was loaded and he had to shoot.

He struggled to lift it in front of Wang Zhigang, but it felt too heavy, and he refused to lift it the second time. Seeing that he couldn't lift it, Wang Zhigang walked back to his bed and said with a smile: "Yang Fan, if you can't lift it, don't lift it hard. This thing is not easy to lift and the arm is easy to break." There was a little sarcasm in the words, Yang Fan took it as a stimulus, he used all his strength to lift it three times in a row, and hit back at Wang Zhigang.

The light-off signal rang, and all the houses in the entire barracks instantly became pitch black. Everyone lay down on the bed, but only Yang Fan was still standing by his bed, holding the barbell with difficulty.

His hands were already trembling, and the barbell was in a precarious position in his hands. It seemed that every time he lifted it up, he might fall and smash the floor tiles, but every time he put it down safely, he paused for a while and continued to hold on lifted up.

Although Wang Zhigang was lying on the bed, he looked at Yang Fan secretly and thought to himself: This kid is really ruthless, a bit like when I was a recruit.

In fact, Yang Fan had already felt his arms were straining.The whole arm was sore and sore as if it had been under tremendous pressure. He just wanted to show off his strength in front of the monitor and others, so that they could see that he was not bad.

Often the consequences of being brave are disastrous. After Yang Fan lifted the barbell for half an hour, his arms felt as if they were no longer his own, and the soreness disappeared.

He wanted to carry the washbasin to the water room to wash up, but the moment he lifted the washbasin, his trembling hands failed to hold the washbasin firmly, and the washbasin fell to the ground with a slap, and everyone who fell asleep was shocked by this. Waking up with a start, she looked at him.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Fan quickly picked up the toothbrush and soap on the ground and put it into the washbasin. When he picked up the washbasin again, his arms still trembled unconsciously, as if all the strength in his body was in the push-ups and lifts just now. It was all exhausted during the barbell, no way, he chose to give up washing.
　Don't be too aggressive, otherwise the consequences will be the same as Yang Fan~
　　
　
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