The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 231 Almost Perfect
The sky is slightly dim, the dawn is gradually emerging from the horizon, and the silence before sunrise in the east is broken by the sound of the loud bugle.

The sound of the bugle resounded through the sky at the fastest transmission speed of sound waves, reaching the ears of every sleeping soldier in the military area.

In a dormitory on the fifth floor of the women's dormitory, four female soldiers got up at the same time, folded their quilts, and rushed into the bathroom almost at the same time, neatly combing their hair and squeezing toothpaste...

There was a sound of brushing teeth in the bathroom.

After five years of training, this action will not exceed 5 minutes.

Five minutes later, four people stood neatly in front of the mirror, wearing the same military uniform.

At the same time, the male dormitory in the military region, in front of the mirror, is a slender figure like a benchmark who is buttoning up his military uniform in an orderly manner, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion, razor-sharp eyebrows, a high nose bridge, thin but tight lips, and a pair of The dark green eyes flashed from time to time, and there was a kind of ice on his body that had been refined over time.

The movements of raising hands and throwing feet are as precise and almost perfect as if they have been programmed.

It is said that this point is quite a bit of a baron like his father, Bo Junchen.

The last item is to put on the Type 07 combat boots.

Qu Jimeng squatted down, put on pure cotton military socks, opened the V-shaped leather boots, put his right foot in, and snapped on the steel buckle.

It looks extremely solid and beautiful.

Zheng Yinan put on his clothes and shoes, and stared at the quiet handsome man opposite, "Fuck! You are too narcissistic, aren't you? You don't get tired of watching it every day, even for five years?"

It's just a pair of high-quality leather boots that move freely, are comfortable to wear, and are strong and non-slip!

"It's a symbol of soldiers." Qu Jimeng said.

"The one on your shoulder is the symbol of a soldier!" Zheng Yinan pointed to his shoulder and said.

Qu Jimeng put on his shoes and looked sideways. The one on his shoulder is indeed a symbol of a soldier.

What people said was reasonable, so he didn't refute it.

Otherwise, they will be "attacked" by the group again.

"Shh-"

Hearing the whistle from downstairs, the strong male soldiers from the male lodge rushed out.

Suddenly, there was a "thump, thud, thud" sound of stepping on the stairs in the stairwell.

Wings of the Galaxy stopped Qu Jimeng at the top of the stairs, "Brother, please wait."

Qu Jimeng's muscular body stepped on the floor of the first floor and swayed for a while before he stood firm. He glanced at the military uniform caught by the steel claw of the Wings of the Galaxy, and raised his wrist to show him the military watch, "Look! What time is it... What are you pulling me to do in the morning?"

"Actually... my dad asked you to go to his place—"

"What are you going to do?"

The Wings of the Galaxy let go of its sharp claws, clasped its hands together, lowered its chin slightly and said, "Boss Gong is looking for you."

"Sometimes it's my dad looking for me, and another moment it's the boss of the palace!"

He suspected that the Wings of the Galaxy were implanted with a brain-dead program by hackers, and he couldn't speak well.

"Go to Boss Gong's side first... and then to our father's side."

"Oh... what happened?" Qu Jimeng immediately became alert after saying this.

His eyes were also sharpened a little.

Before the Wings of the Galaxy finished ink, the instructor's stern reprimand came from outside the gate.

"Qu Jimeng! Why don't you hurry up and gather at the school grounds?!"

"Yes, sir!"

Qu Jimeng ran out of the dormitory and chased after the team.

With the speed of his special fighter, it is no problem to run this distance.

Arrived at the school ground almost at the same time as the main force.

As usual, Miyano Zhi, with his hands behind his back, his feet spread shoulder-width apart, watched the soldiers filing in front of him with a blank expression, and immediately formed his formation and waited for orders.

　{PPS: The author is digging a hole again, don’t fall asleep if you dislike the protagonist’s slow growth, it’s not good if the author bury you when filling the hole, daily votes are very necessary. }
　　
　
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