Outright Favoritism Chapter 1201: : It’s uncomfortable if you don’t do it for a day
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Only a day later, Silo fully understood a sentence.
As soon as you enter the camp, you can't help it.
It's 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, and repeating 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, Silo has developed the habit of getting up early, 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 lay dozed in the communication room lazily, 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 and give that cup 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."
She deliberately emphasized the last few words.
Siluo woke up, covered her face with her hands, and sighed, "You are really poor."
"Reporter Xi, what did you say?" Fang Zhengrong didn't hear her mutter, but his instinct was not good.
In recent days, she has become increasingly resistant to Silo.
Not only did I not have the self-consciousness of being a reporter, I 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 held 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, we are training in the military posture collectively. Field."
"What do I need to do?" Silo leaned back in the chair, her brows condensed with impatience.
Fang Zhengrong's tone, as if memorizing a text, said powerfully: "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.
On a rainy day, standing in a military position, 80% of the people who arrange training have some serious illness.
In the comprehensive training ground, the soldiers of the three teams stood still in the rain.
The slogan on the back wall reads: Order must be done, prohibition must be stopped, steel is discipline, and obedience is bounden duty.
This scene perfectly illustrates the majestic and unwavering belief.
Siluo stood in the rain and watched intently, her eyes flashing slyly under the brim of her hat.
Not long after, someone came, accompanied by the patter of rain, and the man’s deep voice slowly entered his ears, "Why are you coming to join in the fun?"
Siluo stood at the right front of the phalanx, with a few raindrops on her white cheeks, and stared straight ahead blankly, "What is the difference between your question and the **** of the **** asking the victim to feel comfortable?" "
Didn't he instruct the commander to let her come!
Zong Zhan is wearing a raincoat and his camouflage cap has 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 against the heavy rain, and started taking pictures of the phalanx.
The dignified 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.
Silo 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 far side almost didn't shout the slogan of serving the people.
Zong Zhan stood in the rain and watched her perform. The fine rain line blurred his outline, which could not hide the playfulness in his eyes.
Si Luo just wandered in the rain for ten minutes. The rain dripped along her thin jaw, and her hair stuck to her face, showing a bit of embarrassment and weakness.
Although she was very playful, Silo was really shocked by the scene before her eyes.
The rain is torrential, and it's 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 inspector found that she had fainted.
No way, the battalion has iron laws. When standing in the military position, they are the poplars next to the post. No matter how you act as a demon, I won't move.
Even if the female reporter is dizzy, the comrades in arms can only feel sympathy and admiration. After all, the poplar beside the post cannot speak.
So, the commander suddenly found Shi Luo fainted, and rushed over to help her shoulders, slapped her face with the rough palms mixed with rain, "Reporter Xi, Reporter Xi..."
Si Luo wanted to give up for a moment.
Fortunately, Zong Zhan was finally called by the commander's call.
Probably not expecting Xi Luo to faint, Zong Zhan's pupils shrank, and walked in front of them, "What's the matter?"
The rain is getting heavier and stronger. The commander held Xi Luo's back with one hand and wiped his face. "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.
Siluo lost support on her back and fell back toward the ground again.
It looks 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, "It depends on whether 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 doesn’t raise her head and keeps her eyes open, she still maintains her dizzy character, "I’m asking you something."