The training in the back-end class is in full swing.

Several soldiers were doing push-ups to find ways to exercise their upper limb strength. Several soldiers were led by Jiang Teng for 400-meter obstacle training, and a fat man who was sweating and jumping rope beside the training ground.

Truman's little eyes looked at the training ground, and he felt envious and jealous...

On the training ground, Jiang Teng finally discovered Ma Zhe's problem.

"Ma Zhe, aren't you cold?!"

Jiang Teng held his forehead with his hands...

"cold..."

Ma Zhe nodded cutely, his teeth trembled a little...

"Then why don't your baby put on his coat?!"

"We need to train later, it's not convenient to wear a coat!"

What you said makes sense!

"Put it on first, wait for training before dragging. Now there are more than a dozen people queuing up on an obstacle course. You can wait at least ten minutes in the middle of the previous trip. How much time can it take to wear a coat?!"

Jiang Teng said while picking up Ma Zhe's coat and putting it on him.

"You need to gain muscle too, you are too thin!"

Hearing Jiang Teng's words, Ma Zhe smiled faintly. In Jiang Teng's opinion, this guy's brain circuit seems to be different from them...

It should not be considered as poor self-care ability. After all, Jiang Teng had noticed that Ma Zhe participated in cleaning and other labor.

But when adding or decreasing clothes, you will add them when they are cold and take them off when they are hot. Ma Zhe would rather make himself tremble with cold than putting his clothes on first.

emmm...

Maybe he can't tell you that he doesn't know, but his subjective thinking may feel that he doesn't need to wear it first. He will immediately get into an obstacle, and when he runs, his body will be hot again.

When I get completely cold, I'm going to get into a barrier again...

Alternative thermal cycles can save time and effort?!

Jiang Teng was a little strange. He just regarded it as a strong mind for the time being. Anyway, his academic garbage is destined to be unresolved...

"Each class is giving a review and it's time to start a meal!"

Just after Jiang Teng put on Ma Zhe's coat, the roar of Wang Squadron sounded on the training ground. With this order, the soldiers on the training ground were much more visible to the naked eye.

On Jiang Teng's side, the fat man Truman was the most excited.

This morning, I kept doing fat loss training, but my eyes were all watching my comrades go heroically on the obstacle course...

It can be called a double torture of both physical and mental...

"Hey hey! What are you doing? Who told you to stop? Keep jumping rope, you can finish your one hundred jumps first!"

Jiang Teng's face turned black when he saw Truman put down his jump rope and was about to have fun.

Oh my god, why not treat the squad leader as a cadre?!

I haven't said that the training is over yet, and I'm calling it a gathering. What's the hurry to do?!

"Listen to Class 9! The training continues, those who practice strength, the physical fitness team will come again, those who practice 400 meters, one person will run again, and then we will gather to have dinner!"

The so-called "class 9" refers to the back-end class, and this name really sounds bad. Always pronounce it like this, it is inevitable that the soldiers will feel a psychological hint that they are "poor students".

So, Jiang Teng made some changes on his own initiative.

When he heard Jiang Teng, he was about to start practicing more and was about to come over and remind him. Zhang Zhen, who was too much and too little as training, closed his mouth after listening to Jiang Teng's arrangements.

If you have such a small amount, you can get it in five or six minutes. It won't affect the meal...

Taking advantage of the rest of the classes' reviews, the people on Jiang Teng's side were still carrying out their own training programs.

When they finished their training, the reviews of the other classes just ended. Next, the entire squadron gathered, led by Squadron Wang to the cafeteria, and pulled the song into the restaurant!

Enter the restaurant, collect the plate, line up to get the meal. Everything is as usual...

I felt that Truman, who had worked too hard all morning, used cute magic, and pestered the soldiers who were cooking in the kitchen to make food and begged the other party to give him more meat...

Seeing that attitude, I was almost crying, making a fuss and hanging...

Seeing Truman, a slutty guy, the queue behind him was getting longer and longer, the soldiers in the kitchen had no choice but to give this guy three more pieces...

Looking at his meal plate, the satisfied Truman returned to his seat and was about to start. A voice comparable to that of the Nine Netherworlds Yama came from his ears.

"Oh? The food is good. Come on, Ma Zhe, Zhu Tianyi, you guys. Hurry up, don't be polite, Truman has beaten this meat for you, hurry up and pick it up!"

Truman burst into tears, protecting his plate with one hand and dragging the plate with the other hand to his chest. At the same time, he looked at Jiang Teng with tears in his eyes, his tone was quite resentful.

"Squad leader, it's illegal to abuse soldiers! Let me tell you, don't make mistakes!"

"Fuck! Which eye did you see that I abused you? I am helping you, every bit is the love of the squad leader and father. Simply, son, I've shared the meat for the fathers here!"

Jiang Teng held his smirk and pretended to be serious.

Truman's reaction was not beyond his expectations at all. After all, for the fat man, the hatred of stealing flesh is no less than the hatred of stealing his wife...

What's more, I made braised pork at noon this time. As a demon city man, Jiang Teng can smell it just by the taste. This braised pork must be made by a master from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Just add a lot of sugar, Jiang Teng even smelled the yellow wine inside.

The rice wine thing must not be purchased by the army. It is estimated that 80% of it should have been sent by a Jiangsu-Zhejiang squad leader in the kitchen squad, and today I cooked a hard dish to make for the soldiers.

But in this way, the heat of the braised pork will soar up.

Jiang Teng believes that if Truman finishes his bowl, let alone practice in the morning, today's training will be in vain. As a professional squad leader, how could Jiang Teng allow such a thing to happen?!

On the contrary, my honey is a kind of poison. This thing is a perfect tonic for several soldiers who are thin as a slim pole, such as Ma Zhe, Zhu Tianyi, etc.

Replenish some high-calorie food at noon and exercise in the afternoon to convert these calories into energy. Will the muscles be trained slowly?!

"Squad leader, Brother Jiang... Can I keep a piece?"

Truman, who was already crying in his heart, looked at Jiang Teng's appearance. He knew that his flesh could not be kept, so he had to blink his eyes, trying to impress Jiang Teng and let himself retain his last piece of "dignity".

"No! At most, some soup is left for you, the flavors are the same. Just pick up a few bites of rice! You have a little too much rice, and it is not enough to eat too much carbohydrate. Get more vegetables later and eat half of the rice, don't finish it!"

Looking at Ma Zhe, Zhu Tianyi and others hesitate, Jiang Teng took the hand directly and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the braised pork in Truman's plate to several people...

On the first day, they were not familiar with each other. It would be a bit embarrassed to ask them to do it directly. But Jiang Teng didn't have the burden, but after a while, Jiang Teng wanted to slap himself twice.
Chapter completed!