Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

One thousand eight minutes is actually just a jog, but after standing for 40 minutes, many people have already weakened their legs and feet, and are exhausted. When the whistle sounded, the pace of the students seemed slack, unable to keep up. Like a wandering soul.

"The slowest runners will continue to stand in the military position later." The old eight gave an order on the grass with bright eyes.

"Ah..." The student team suddenly wailed one after another, and this time the speed was finally mobilized.

Song Ye kept running on the opposite side, and did not crowd with the students who were trying to shorten the distance on the inner track. Miraculously, Meng Ziheng was only one meter away from him.

It's not that he is willing to follow Song Ye, but that the other runways are crowded with people, and there is really no way to surpass the past.

And Song Ye's speed has been unhurried and brisk, and at first glance, he is someone who exercises regularly.

Soon, people from other classes also sneaked into the team, and Gu Yitong just came over, and his lively temper still maintained his chatty nature in this situation, "Hey, Ziheng, you are here too, eh , isn't Song Ye ahead? Hey, provincial champion, it's me."

Gu Yitong shouted straight ahead excitedly, just after a lap passed by the instructor.

The old man looked over with a black face, and his eyes fell on the boy with outstanding appearance and cold temperament.

Is he Song Ye?

Gu Yitong, a person who is keen on gossip, has been full of curiosity since he knew Song Ye's identity in the morning. What kind of person is a poor boy who can pass the three majors.

It's a pity that Song Ye, who was in front of him, has always been preoccupied with running, but when Gu Yitong was about to approach, he was suddenly blocked in front of him by several boys, "Eh, eh, let me get out of the way, Master."

Gu Yitong shouted, but the voice was mixed with the wailing of the majority of the team, which was too small, and the few people in front had been clinging to Song Ye, left and right, as if they were deliberately trying to interfere with each other.

Song Ye, who was in it, felt the most intuitive. She noticed when these people suddenly rushed over. The four surrounded her, consciously or unintentionally forcing her to run to a further outer area, and she kept paying attention to the instructor's movements. movement.

Sima Zhao's heart is too obvious.

"Haha, the provincial champion, it's amazing, the money is too much to spend to live in a double dormitory, right." A boy on the left suddenly sneered, with a mockery and malicious intent.

Song Ye ignored him and continued at his own pace.

The man was irritated by her arrogant appearance, and when he saw that the instructor didn't look here, he said sternly, "If you have more money, I will ask you to go to the hospital to make a contribution." When the voice fell, the boy suddenly slammed. He bumped into Song Ye.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Gu Yitong said that he wanted to stop it when he saw that it was going bad, but the distance between the two sides was very close, and they had been conspiring for a long time, so they cooperated properly.

As soon as the boy on the left moved, the boy on the right immediately stretched out his legs. The man behind turned his ankles and was ready to step on him, while the man in front was in charge of the wind and had everything ready, and it was only due to Song Ye, the shareholder, that the wind fell.

What's more, Meng Ziheng was behind him at this time, and things were done beautifully. In the future, his benefits will be indispensable.

The boy thought it was beautiful, so he was ruthless in his actions, and he used all his strength to slam into it. He could almost feel that his arm touched Song Ye's school uniform in an instant, and then... and then nothing.

Because the force sent out did not hit the real object, the moment Song Ye touched the opponent's shoulder, Song Ye suddenly jumped forward a big step, not only passing him, but also accurately avoiding the interception on the right .

Then, the center of gravity was out of control, the boy on the left couldn't hold back his strength, and the whole person slammed directly towards the right, knocking the boy who was still stretching his feet to the ground, and the boy behind was stunned, just like Die Luohan. fell on the two of them.

It was just one step away, and the original perfect plan became a joke. The boy who was at the forefront looked back and just happened to meet Song Ye's bottomless eyes, and an inexplicable fear struck his heart instantly. Before he could react, his ankle hurt. He faced the ground and slammed a dog to eat shit.

"Ow..." The wailing on the outer runway was one after another, which was extremely exciting.

Gu Yitong and Mencius Ziheng, who followed Song Ye, witnessed the whole process, and stood in front of a few stacked Arhats for a while.

"Ziheng, he didn't take action just now, did he?" Gu Yitong pointed to the slender figure running away.

Mencius frowned and did not speak, but he could not deny this fact.

Gu Yitong suddenly sighed with emotion, "Although I didn't see him make a move, I always thought he was really handsome and cool."

What it means to hurt someone invisible, and what it means to kill without dirtying one's hands, I have seen it today.

The school medical team arrived quickly, and after inspection, the four students all had fractures of varying degrees.

A stampede can happen after running a thousand meters, and they are all broken. I don't know if these people are unlucky or stupid.

But this matter is far from over.

"It was Song Ye who stepped on us and tripped us. I just talked to him in the past, and he shot and hurt us." The four boys agreed before they came off the court, and they all pointed to Song Ye as the murderer.

On the first day of the new military training, Song Ye became famous again, this time on the charge of intentional injury.

"What do you want to explain?" The old man put his hands behind his back, and his words were still sonorous and powerful, and he couldn't see the emotion on his face at all.

Song Ye was transferred to the front of the team and was questioned in front of the freshmen of the school.

At this time, if the psychological quality is a little worse, let alone a girl, even a boy is very likely to cry, be accused in front of everyone, and it is still unwarranted slander, who can not feel wronged.

But Song Ye just stood there calmly and said, "I didn't."

"You didn't? Then why do they want to wrong you collectively, and deliberately fracture themselves to wrong you?"

"You have to ask them."

"You..." The old man frowned, his already dark complexion darkening even more.

Song Ye's indifferent attitude seems to be challenging the authority of the instructor.

If you don't suppress her today, there will be more students who will refuse to accept the discipline in the future, so the old eight gives a death order, "If you don't admit it, then run for me, when will you lose this energy in your bones, think about it. It's clear, come back and talk. Before you finish your run, all three classes can't rest."

Using the policy of high pressure and sitting together is the most common way in group training.

Sure enough, before Song Ye made a statement, the students in Class 3 began to shout.

"Why should we be punished together for Song Ye's mistakes? It's none of our business if he wants to pay the other party a leg."