I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 120 I, Dongfeng, Will Never Slap My Face

Dongfeng pinched the watch on the side.

For half an hour, ordinary healthy people stick to the range.

40 minutes, recruits pass the line.

At 50 minutes, Zheng Ling seemed to be about to fall, but he still endured, at an upper-middle level.

After an hour, he finally saw her shaking, and the young girl finally stretched out her hand, "Instructor, I've reached my limit."

He looked at his watch, exactly one hour and three minutes.

If I remember correctly, the training in the camp next door a few days ago, the best group of recruits also achieved this result?

"Very good! You can also go to the side and rest for a while."

Looking at the results, Dongfeng was really a little dumbfounded, the fixed-point training results are really impressive, it looks... not like someone who can survive.

Are people now so ostentatious?

He actually really missed a little bit!
After this wave of "extreme testing" ended, Dongfeng felt a little guilty. After all, this was an additional training to satisfy his own curiosity. Just 5 minutes later, he proposed to let Brother Dachen and others who had finished first start the next training. Zheng Ling rested for a while.

But Zheng Ling refused.

"The instructor doesn't need to give me special treatment." Zheng Ling stood up straight again, "I can continue."

Dongfeng was taken aback, "But you just reached the critical point—"

"After resting for a while, I recovered a lot of strength." Zheng Ling said, and raised his hand, doing a 'bodybuilding' movement.

It looked really lively.

Boys don't like BB either. Since Zheng Ling wanted to participate, Dongfeng didn't say no, didn't show any concern, and nodded, "Then you can be included."

The afternoon training cycle started again.

Zheng Ling couldn't keep up at first, because people are still imaginary after all.

According to common sense, she should be getting more and more unable to keep up, but she just violated common sense. Dongfeng was waiting for her to raise her hand to ask for leave, but the more she punched, the more energetic she became.

Dongfeng: ...

The afternoon was quickly over.

Everyone was exhausted and ran to the dormitory, Zheng Ling was also among the people who were out of breath, but she felt hearty.

In the dormitory, everyone continued to massage each other.

Today Mumu came to Zheng Ling first, "Does your leg hurt?"

"Fortunately, you can just press it as you like."

"You have persisted for so long today, how can you come here casually, let's have a good massage, otherwise it will definitely hurt."

After speaking, Mu Mu put his hand on Zheng Ling's calf seriously.

With such a light pinch, Zheng Ling almost laughed out of the slight itchiness.

Everyone was quite tired, but Zheng Ling looked the most energetic.

Athlete Xiaoxiao couldn't help asking, "Zheng Ling, have you really not received professional training?" After finishing speaking, she felt that something was wrong, so she added, "Just curious, because your Physical fitness is really good.”

"I haven't received special training, but I used to live a hard life, doing high-intensity things every day, and I have a little impression in my heart."

"Is that so..." Suffering before?Did you move bricks and farm every day?That's not right, the level she showed today doesn't seem like something that can be cultivated by moving bricks and farming.

On the other end is the instructor's dormitory.

Shen Yue saw that Dong Feng had a strange look on his face after he came back, and asked, "You slapped your face today? Have you noticed Zheng Ling's shining point?"

"Wow, don't say the word slap in the face so much, okay? It's not all slap in the face. Although this Zheng Ling's stamina and endurance are really good, that's it. The effect of fixed-point training does not necessarily mean punching." Overall ok."

"I admit that I slapped one-fifth of the face, she is indeed talented, but—"

(End of this chapter)