The day's training ended, and this day was particularly exciting for the recruits because they all felt the real gun.

When night came, a group of recruits were also quietly staying in the dormitory. Some were pretending to learn the rules, while others were sitting beside their beds, holding the corners of the quilt and touching the foreign workers.

Zhang Maoran approached Ding Yi and whispered: "Ding Yi, I heard that when I was in the second company, I had poor physical performance and all of them were assigned to logistics. I also heard that I could hardly touch the gun in the later stage."

Ding Yi said: "I don't know, but as far as I know, if the assessment results are not good, I will definitely not be assigned to a good unit."

Zhang Maoran whispered: "Ding Yi, my weight is a bit bad. I am a little worried. By then, you will all be assigned to good units and I will be assigned to other places. I will definitely feel so uncomfortable. I want to be with you. Look, can you help me?"

Ding Yi thought for a while and said, "Then practice more. If you practice more, it will definitely be effective."

Zhang Maoran said: "Even if I practice more, I won't have enough time!"

Ding Yi thought for a while, then he stood up, covered his stomach, looking uncomfortable.

"Squad leader, I have a stomachache. I guess I have diarrhea. I may have a bad stomach."

Zhang Shaohua looked over and said, "You are going to take leave to go to the toilet, so go."

Ding Yi said: "Squad leader, Zhang Maoran also has a stomachache!"

When Zhang Maoran saw Ding Yi suddenly covered his stomach and was still puzzled, he saw him talking and brought him with him. When the squad leader saw him, he quickly covered his stomach and looked uncomfortable.

"Squad leader, I have a stomachache too!"

"I guess you've eaten something bad, okay, then you guys go."

Ding Yi then winked with Zhang Maoran, and the two of them ran outside with their stomachs covered.

"Ding Yi, what are you doing?"

As soon as he walked out of the dormitory, Zhang Maoran asked Ding Yi immediately.

Ding Yi said: "Didn't you say there is not enough time? Then let's make reasonable use of this time in the evening and practice it for you!"

Zhang Maoran asked: "We take leave to go to the toilet, so how much time can we have? Is it enough?"

Ding Yi said: "We just need to practice. At that time, the squad leader said that our stomachs were really uncomfortable and we couldn't get up anymore. As long as the reasons are enough, it's enough."

"Okay, listen to you, then you tell me, what should we practice first?" Zhang Maoran asked again.

Ding Yi said: "In this way, you are the worst in equipment at present. Let's start with the equipment first and go to the playground."

Zhang Maoran nodded: "Okay, listen to you, as long as I can get my physical fitness!"

A row leader came back from outside and looked at Ding Yi and Zhang Maoran from afar. They looked at the main avenue in the camp. He took a look at them even more, but did not stop them.

When I returned to the dormitory, a row of long and casually asked the squad leader: "Squad leader, what are your squad Ding Yi and Zhang Mengran doing? I think they are running down. Could it be that they are arranged to do something?"

The squad leader was stunned and felt something was wrong. He said, "They just asked for leave and said that their stomach hurts and they want to go to the bathroom."

The platoon leader said: "The direction they were going is not to go to the toilet. No, these two guys are too noisy. Let's go over and take a look, don't make any more trouble."

In this way, the leader of the rank, Li Huan, and the leader of the squad, Zhang Shaohua, hurriedly left the dormitory and chased towards the main avenue of the camp.

On the equipment training ground at the side corner of the playground, Ding Yi and Zhang Maoran were doing horizontal bar exercises on the first horizontal bar in the horizontal bar area.

Since physical training was put on the agenda, all recruits have also improved their physical fitness after a period of training.

However, there are still differences, and there are differences if there are people. In terms of physical fitness, Zhang Qian still ranks first, Ding Yi and Wang Zhijun are in the second sequence. As for Zhang Qian, it is the tail of a crane.

If you practice horizontal bars without placing your body and using standards, Zhang Maoran has gone from being unable to get up at the beginning to being able to do five or six now, which is a great improvement.

However, although this progress is large, it is still far from the standard, especially the general daily limit standard must reach 30, which is a double gap.

As for Ding Yi, he can already do more than 90, but he still wants to take a step forward and do more than a hundred.

"Ding Yi, I can't do it anymore."

Zhang Maoran, who was hanging on the bar with sweat on his head, turned his head, looked at Ding Yi who was still pulling beside him, and gritted his teeth and said.

"Then just hang it on the bar. You can hold on as long as you can. Don't give up easily. You are still far from the bottom of it."

Ding Yi was still continuing, while Zhang Maoran gritted his teeth and struggled, and was not going to see Ding Yi.

Finally, Ding Yi did ninety-three. After eighty of them, he had to breathe and rest for a while every time he did one.

Ninety-three, it has reached its limit, and there are two more results from his last trip.

“Making one!”

Ding Yi gritted his teeth, he was still insisting and wanted to continue pulling upwards.

Although Ding Yi's current grades are already very good, he is not the best in the class, and he can't even get the first place in his class, let alone the entire company. No one can be sure whether there are any monsters like Zhang Qian in the recruit company.

Zhang Maoran was no longer able to do it and couldn't hold on. He took off his hand and fell on the sand pit.

"I'll take a break first, I'll continue!"

Zhang Maoran said as he got up from the sand pit, he walked to the back of the horizontal bar and sat down there.

Ding Yi was still insisting on the squad, but he swung his body and finally pulled another one.

Sweat flowed down his forehead, and he couldn't even open his eyes until he could eat it. He shook his head.

"It's ninety-four, and if you insist on six people, you can reach hundreds."

Ding Yixin thought that he would persist by over 100% because the first place in the class was 117.

If Ding Yi didn't care before, he had good grades, but since his relationship with Zhang Qian collapsed, Ding Yi felt inferior in his heart.

He only thought that only when he kept working hard and caught up with Zhang Qian's pace first, the two were at the same point could he speak out to ease the conflict with him.

In fact, to put it bluntly, Ding Yi is too good at face. He thinks that he is inferior to others, so Daoqian will make the other party look down on him.

"Ninety-eight!"

It took a long time for you to finally make it to the 98th. At this time, he felt that his arms were no longer his own and he didn't listen to his orders at all.

Seeing that Ding Yi was so resilient, Zhang Maoran was worried that he would be tired of him, so he told him.
Chapter completed!