Chapter 1201: It's uncomfortable if you don't do it for a day

Chapter 1201

Only one day later, Shi Luo completely understood a word.

As soon as he entered the camp, he couldn’t help himself.

It is not that she is hypocritical, but that she has never been exposed to

such a uniform camp life.

All the focus of life can be described in a few simple words.

Eating, training, resting, repeat the cycle day after day.

As a female reporter, Xi Luo stayed in Zong Zhan’s room only on the first day

when she entered the camp, and then was thrown into the female soldier’s

dormitory. Fortunately, she became Fang Zhengrong’s roommate.

The point is, in the four-person room, she sleeps in Fang Zhengrong’s upper

bunk.

The consequence of sleeping in the female dormitory is that the daily work and

rest time is gradually assimilated by them.

Si Luo didn't want to do this either, but Fang Zhengrong was very principled.

As long as Xi Luo got up, she would blew the whistle at the bedside and almost

didn't lead the picket.

In this way, Shi Luo has developed the habit of getting up early in the subtle

way, but it is impossible to go to bed early.

It was a spring rain on this day. After breakfast, the whole team gathered to

go to the training ground to stand in military posture.

Siluo lazily lay down in the communication room and dozed off, feeling dazed

by someone knocking on the table.

She may have dreamed of returning to Nanyang. She thought she was in her boss

room, frowning and demanding: "Go get me a glass of Latte, three shots."

The sound of knocking on the table paused for two seconds, and then Fang

Zhengrong’s recognizable unpleasant voice came, "Reporter Xi, this is the

camp, there is no latte you want."

The last few words, she deliberately emphasized the pronunciation.

Sila woke up, covered her face with her hands, and sighed, "You are so poor."

"Reporter Xi, what did you say?" Fang Zhengrong didn't hear her mutter, but

his instinct was not good.

In the past few days, she has become increasingly resistant to Shi Luo.

Not only did he not have the self-consciousness of being a reporter, he often

ignored the rules and went privately to the cooking class to start a small

stove.

Fang Zhengrong has not reported this to Zong Zhan, but if Xi Luo continues to

be a demon, she doesn't mind making a report.

Xiluo supported her forehead with one hand, squinted her eyes and picked up

her mobile phone from the side. However, before the call was made, Fang

Zhengrong spoke again, “This is your raincoat. This morning, the group

training station military posture is in the comprehensive training ground.”

"What do I need to do?" Silo leaned back in the chair, her brows and eyes

slightly condensed with impatience.

Fang Zhengrong’s tone seemed to memorize a text, and he said forcefully:

"Standing posture is the basis of standardized training for the camp. The

commander just called, please go to the scene to observe the records."

Siluo glanced at the green raincoat on the table, then looked at the pouring

rain outside the window, stood up impeccably, and walked out of the office

with her mobile phone and raincoat.

She doesn't know who the commander is, but she suddenly wants to be a demon.

It's raining, standing in a military posture, and 80% of the people who

arrange training have some serious illness.

Comprehensive training ground, the soldiers of the three teams stood still in

the rain.

The slogan on the rear wall reads: Order must be done, prohibition must be

stopped, steel is discipline, and obedience is our bounden duty.

This scene perfectly interprets the majestic and unwavering belief.

Siluo stood in the rain and watched intently, her eyes under the brim of the

hat flashing slyly from time to time.

Not long after someone came, accompanied by the patter of rain, the man’s

thick voice slowly entered his ears, "What are you coming to join in the fun?"

Shi Luo stood at the right front of the square, with a few raindrops hanging

on her white cheeks, and stared straight ahead blankly, "What is the

difference between your question and the ** asking the victim to feel

comfortable?"

Isn’t he instructed the commander to let her come!

Zongzhan was wearing a raincoat and his camouflage cap had been wet by the

rain. He frowned and said in a low voice: "Si Luo, you feel uncomfortable if

you don't do it for a day, right?"

"Me? Do?" Silo turned her eyes to him unhappily. The next second, she raised

her lips and laughed, "If you say that, then I will start."

Without waiting for Zong Zhan to stop her, Siluo took off the hat of the

raincoat, raised her phone in the rain, and started taking pictures at the

square.

The chief reporter, in order to record the military posture, accompanied the

soldiers in the rain. This mind, this attitude, is more sassy than the female

soldiers.

The soldiers straightened their backs more and more, and their eyes were like

torches, shining brightly in the face of the rain.

Shi Luo walked around the team and took pictures, with an expression of

admiration on her face, "Comrades, you have worked hard."

The soldier standing on the very side almost didn't shout the slogan of

serving the people.

Zong Zhan stood in the rain to watch her perform. The fine rain line blurred

his outline, which could not hide the playfulness in his eyes.

Siluo just swayed in the rain for ten minutes. The rain continued to drip down

her thin jaw, and her hair stuck to her face, showing a bit of embarrassment

and weakness.

Although she was very playful, Shi Luo was indeed shocked by the scene in

front of her.

Heavy rain, still hard to cool and bloody.

Their tough and fearless eyes look like the brightest star in the night sky.

Siluo blew the rain on her lips, stood still and watched for three seconds,

and then fell onto the puddle-filled ground in a very weak and slow posture...

fainted.

It may be that the location where she fell was unreasonable, so that it took

three full minutes before the patrolling commander discovered that she had

fainted.

No way, the battalion’s iron law, when standing in the military posture, they

are the poplars next to the outpost, no matter how you behave, I won’t move.

Even if the female reporter fainted, the comrades-in-arms could only feel

sympathy and admiration. After all, the poplar beside the post could not

speak.

So, the commander suddenly found Xi Luo fainted, and rushed over to help her

shoulders, slapped her face with the rough palms mixed with rain, "Reporter

Xi, Reporter Xi..."

Shi Luo wanted to give up for a moment.

Fortunately, the call of the commander finally called Zong Zhan.

Probably not expecting Xi Luo to faint, Zong Zhan's pupils shrank, and walked

in front of them like flying trot, "What's the matter?"

The rain is getting heavier, the commander held Silo's back with one hand and

wiped his face along the way, "Boss, reporter Xi fainted, I'll take her to..."

the infirmary.

"Get out of the way." Zong Zhan gave an order, and the commander

subconsciously got up and let go.

Silo lost support on her back and fell back toward the ground again.

It looked like it was really dizzy.

Zong Zhan's thick eyebrows tightened, he leaned over to pick up the

embarrassed woman, turned his head and told the commander, "You continue to

stare."

In the rain, Zong Zhan's pace was very fast, and from time to time he looked

down at the woman in his arms, feeling unspeakably irritable, "See if you will

have a long memory in the future."

It is purely self-inflicted to run out to join in the fun in this kind of

weather.

At this moment, Silo's eyelids trembled, and his forehead was pressed against

the man's cold neck, "What was the commander's name just now?"

Zong Zhan’s footsteps suddenly stopped in place, "No, dizzy?"

Siluo did not raise her head or open her eyes, but still maintained her dizzy

character, "I want to ask you something."

(End of this chapter)