Mu Fan's figure was like a cheetah, his eyes passing by each other, and he slid past everyone with a whistling wind.
"Who is this? Are you being punished for running on the first day?"
"The instructor will not punish him for doing a 400-meter sprint. His explosive power is really good, and he looks like a professional athlete."
"This kid is going to be popular. Anyway, the ones that the instructor can hold down on the first day are all thorns. Which type?"
When passing by the third formation, the students who didn't know why were talking about it.
When passing by the fourth square formation, not surprisingly, it once again aroused curious eyes.
An officer saw this and pointed at Mu Fan's running figure and said to a group of trainees: "Did you see that, if I find you violating the rules during military training, you should also go up and show your face."
The instructor's words caused a burst of laughter, and several boys were really eager to give it a try.
"Instructor, my physical strength is also very good, why don't you let me compete with him?"
"Sit down for me."
"Instructor, I apply to be punished!" the boy said with a smile, not caring about the officer's harsh rebuke.
"Yes, instructor, let him go, otherwise he will make trouble for us." A group of students followed suit, and many girls joined in, making the boys more eager to perform.
Mu Fan's figure passed by several square formations and quickly disappeared from the sight of the group of people.
"Instructor, just let me go!"
"Yes, instructor, just let him go! Such abundant energy would be wasted if it is not vented."
Looking at this group of agitated students, the instructor's eyes twitched, and then he shouted: "Whoever spoke just now, you can catch up."
"Oh yes! Long live the instructor!"
A tall and muscular boy twisted his neck and rushed out of the queue, letting out an excited roar like a wolf's howl.
A group of people behind him cheered again: "Brother Rocket, catch up and pass him, let him know that he can't steal the spotlight so comfortably even if he is punished!"
The boy's hairstyle shot up like fire, and coupled with his strong body, the nickname "Rocket Brother" was well-deserved.
It was originally an ordinary punishment, but when the crying Rockets started chasing behind him, it finally detonated the atmosphere in the stadium.
"What the hell, is this a competition?"
"Instructor, what are they doing? Is there such an activity on the first day of military training today?"
A good boy raised his hand and asked.
His instructor stared at him carefully for a while and said seriously: "This is a special military training event. Don't ask any more questions."
A lot of boos~
The instructor from next door came quietly and said, "Do you know which phalanx this is from? What are they doing?"
The lieutenant who was questioned shook his head, "I don't know. I'm also curious. Is this a physical fitness test? Can the guy who rushed over first maintain this charging intensity for five minutes?"
"It's difficult. I guess three minutes is about the same. It's difficult for us all."
It was mid-morning, under the clear sky, the light illuminated the young man's figure extremely clearly.
However, Mu Fan, who lowered his head, did not give others the chance to see his face clearly.
With his head lowered, it was like a gust of wind passing in front of everyone.
There are 7 square formations for the fighting type, followed by 9 square formations for the mecha type.
When passing the 5th square formation, several students among them made booing noises like the others, and then wondered why this figure looked familiar.
Combis's eyes widened. Under his full sprint, the figure in front of him was getting closer and closer.
"I'm finally catching up with you. I'm a kid who ran from a small school to a big one. I'm sorry for taking the limelight this time. I, Compis, have taken over!"
Her hairstyle, which looked like fire, flew back under the air current.
This caused another exclamation in the ears.
He Combis enjoyed this feeling of being noticed very much.
"The one in the front is a bit handsome, but the one in the back looks so stupid."
"Is this a new student in the cuisine department setting his hair on fire?"
"Is it because the person in front owes him money..."
"I feel like the instructors of these two people are making a bet. These two people are probably going to run for their lives to avoid suffering!"
The whispers of the group of people could not reach Combis' ears at all. He was already immersed in his own world.
At this moment, at the first phalanx of the ship, Wang Cheng looked at the expressionless Wang Nuonuo, then at the group of students, and said, "What happened today is a special case. Do any of you have friends, relatives, etc.?"
Yes, please tell them that if you walk around freely during military training, you will not be lenient if I catch you!"
A group of people were as silent as a cicada.
"What a fool!"
A sudden loud voice directly broke the serious atmosphere in this area.
"Who! Stand up for me."
Wang Cheng roared angrily.
"Report to the instructor... yes, I'm sorry!" a boy stammered, but his eyes did not look at Wang Cheng. He looked in a direction to the right, then suddenly lowered his head to look at his watch, and then grabbed it excitedly.
He raised his fists, excitedly... and shouted in a low voice: "Oh, shit! Instructor, I can't control myself."
Wang Cheng was so angry that the veins on his head were about to burst.
"Stand up! Tell me clearly what you are doing!"
"He, he, he ran over! It only took four minutes and the whole process didn't slow down, my brother."
Rocket-headed Combis finally caught up with Mu Fan, and was now only half a body behind. The kid was still running with his head down.
Are you exhausted?
Hahaha, let me put an end to you. The reputation of my Rocket brother can be heard throughout the grade. Let me accept the admiration of many girls!
Hahahaha~
At this time, he saw that the boy in front had raised his head. Was he going to say hello to me?
Haha, say hello, and then I pass you by?
Combis is already immersed in his own world.
But Mu Fan didn't pay any attention to Compis chasing behind him at this moment, but looked up.
The first lap is over.
In front is the square formation where Wang Nuonuo is, and the familiar instructor.
Is he looking at himself too?
That's right, when Wang Cheng turned his head, he happened to look into Mu Fan's bright black eyes when he raised his head.
The young man showed a relaxed smile, then turned to look at the astonished Wang Nuonuo over there.
Show a warm smile.
Officer Wang Cheng stood sideways, and Mu Fan's figures passed behind him.
"Sir, the first lap is over."
A faint sentence was enough for Wang Cheng and the students in the first few rows to hear clearly.
There was no rush in the voice.
Wang Cheng looked gloomy and his body did not move, but his words were carried forward by the air carried away by Mu Fan's body.
"Haha, this is just the first lap. How long can you keep up this kind of sprint?"
Yes, now these students who are no longer focused on military training are thinking about this issue at the same time.
What happens after several consecutive sprint laps?
I was so tired that I was out of breath and collapsed directly to the ground.
The more complicated discussions among the girls around him made Wang Nuonuo feel confused.
I am dragging down the adults, woo woo.
Fifty kilometers, just two kilometers passed, and the next journey was simply an astronomical figure in Wang Nuonuo's eyes.
Just when the students were talking a lot because of Wang Cheng's words.
Unexpectedly, Mu Fan's rushing figure suddenly braked and stopped.
His calm eyes slowly turned around, and his tall figure and thin lips revealed an unspeakable coldness.
"You said this was a sprint?"
The rocket-headed Compis next to him had just passed Mu Fan, and before he had time to cheer, he happened to hear these words.
My feet staggered and I almost fell down. (To be continued.)