A medium-sized soldier with a square face came to Robin Hood and the others. He put his hands behind his back and said in a rough voice: "My name is Zhang Bing. From today on, I am the instructor of your group! I will say the ugly things first.
As long as you train seriously, I won't make things difficult for you. If you dare to cheat and cause trouble for me, then don't blame me for being rude!"
Zhang Bing has a pair of thick, black eyebrows. When he said this, his thick eyebrows were raised, giving him a sense of majesty.
Zhang Bing raised his chin: "Now all line up and follow me back to the military camp!"
Thirty students consciously arranged themselves into three rows in order from tallest to shortest.
Changmao was not short in stature. Standing at the edge of the third row, he took out a cigarette from his pocket as a habit and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light the cigarette, he heard Zhang Bing shout loudly,
Pointed at him and said sternly: "What are you doing?"
Changmao shrugged his shoulders and said disapprovingly: "Smoking, can't you see?"
Zhang Bing came to Changmao in three steps and two at a time, snatched the cigarette from Changmao's hand and threw it on the ground. Then he smashed it to pieces with his feet. Then he pointed at the tip of Changmao's nose and cursed: "You bastard."
, do you think what I just said is farting? Now that I want you to line up and gather, you still dare to smoke in front of me? Do you fucking think I don’t exist?"
Zhang Bing is actually only 25 or 26 years old, with dark skin, but he is considered a veteran in the army, so his tone is naturally very tough and not polite at all. And because Zhang Bing's mouth is a bit big, so in
When he cursed, a lot of spit flew onto Shaggy's face.
Changmao himself is also a master who is not afraid of anything. Zhang Bing's curse made Changmao very angry. Changmao glared at Zhang Bing without showing any weakness and said: "Is it your fucking fault that I smoke?"
Zhang Bing's face became increasingly angry, "You are deliberately looking for trouble, right?"
Wen Fei, the little Shanghai boy, was very shrewd. He was standing next to Chang Mao. Seeing that the expression on Zhang Bing's face was wrong, he immediately helped Chang Mao smooth things over with a smile: "Instructor, I'm sorry, my brother just fell out of love.
, I'm in a bad mood, you have a lot of money, don't argue with him..."
Wen Fei originally meant well, but who knew that this guy Chang Mao also had a hard temper, so he turned around and cursed angrily: "Who the hell is heartbroken?"
Wen Fei winked at Chang Mao in embarrassment and whispered: "This is my territory, you kid, please restrain yourself, otherwise you will suffer a loss..."
Changmao crossed his arms disdainfully, turned his head and snorted: "What can he do to me?"
In Xinghui University, more than 80% of the students who can enter the art department have a strong family background and are either rich or noble. These aristocratic students are more troublesome than ordinary students, and they are full of various problems.
A variety of rebelliousness, various personalities, coupled with a natural sense of superiority and a bad temper spoiled by their childhood families, so these students are often very "cowardly". They are like wild horses that run wild, and it is very difficult to tame them.
Zhang Bing said in a deep voice: "The state has national laws, and families have family rules! I just made it very clear that I will not show mercy to anyone who dares to cause trouble for me and confront me. In view of your bad behavior of contradicting the instructor, I
You will be punished by running three times around the military camp, and you will not be allowed to eat tonight!"
Although this military camp is located in a mountain col, it is not particularly small. One lap is estimated to take two to three kilometers, and three rounds are five to six kilometers. For a rich second generation like Chang Mao, such a punishment is simply too much.
His life is in danger.
Changmao snorted coldly, turned his head and said, "I won't go! Only a fool will take advantage of you!"
"Oh?! Don't you dare me?!" Zhang Bing sneered, with a hint of coldness in his smile. He said: "I'll give you two choices. One is to accept the punishment actively, and the other is to accept the punishment passively. Which one do you choose?
?”
Changmao rolled his eyes with an arrogant look on his face: "Pull him down, uncle, I don't choose any kind of punishment!"
"Humph!" Zhang Bing snorted coldly, turned and left.
Shaggy whistled triumphantly.
Robin Hood turned around from the front row and walked over, and said to Shaggy seriously: "If I were you, I would take the initiative to accept the punishment!"
"I'm not a fool, I won't accept punishment!" Changmao obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the situation.
Robin Hood sighed and shook his head: "Did you know? The hierarchy in the army is very strict. It is a very serious mistake to contradict the instructor or your boss. You never know what severe methods they will use to punish you!"
As soon as Robin Hood finished speaking, he heard two thick roars: "Woof - woof - woo - woo woo -"
Changmao Xunxun heard the sound, and his face suddenly turned green with fright. He saw Zhang Bing walking out with two big wolf dogs. Those two big wolf dogs were both high-quality German shepherd dogs. They were military dogs that had received strict military training.
Like a soldier about to rush to the battlefield, his sharp fangs flashed with a cold light as cold as a bayonet.
Changmao's voice trembled: "He...what is he going to do?"
Zhang Bing untied the collars of the two military dogs, patted the dogs on the head and said, "Go ahead and teach that bastard how to run!"
"Woof -" the two military dogs barked obediently, and then one after the other, they rushed towards Changmao like lightning.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Robin Hood patted Shaggy's shoulder: "Brother, take care of yourself!" After saying this, Robin Hood quickly stepped aside.
Two military dogs came roaring, their long-haired faces changed drastically, as if their buttocks were on fire, they turned around and ran like crazy, cursing as they ran: "Young man named Zhang, I'm going to...fuck you! This will fucking kill you!"
Wuwuwu, Mamma Mia, I won’t play anymore! Wuwuwu, I really won’t play anymore!”
Wen Fei put his left hand on his forehead, stood on tiptoes and looked at the long hair's retreating back, and exclaimed: "This is simply China's Bolt! There is hope for the Chinese track and field team!"
