Chapter 1201

After only one day, Shiluo fully understood a sentence.

As soon as he joined the camp, the team couldn't help it.

It was not her affectation, but she had never been exposed to such a stereotyped camp life.

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

Eat, train, rest, repeat the cycle day after day.

As a female reporter, Xi Luo only entered the camp on the first day and lived in zongzhan's room. After that, she was thrown into the female soldier's dormitory. Fortunately, she became Fang Zhengrong's roommate.

The point is, she sleeps in the upper bunk of Fang Zhengrong.

The consequence of sleeping in the women's dormitory is that the daily work and rest time is gradually assimilated by them.

Xi Luo didn't want to, but Fang Zhengrong was very principled. As long as Xi Luo didn't get up, she whistled by the bed and almost didn't lead the picket.

In this way, Xi Luo imperceptibly formed the habit of getting up early, but it is impossible to go to bed early.

It was a spring rain. After breakfast, the whole team gathered to train the standing posture.

Xiluo dozed lazily in the communication room. She felt someone knocking on the table.

She may have dreamed back to Nanyang. She thought she was in her boss's room and frowned and asked, "go and give that glass of latte and three shots."

The sound of knocking on the table stopped for two seconds, and then came Fang Zhengrong's very recognizable unhappy voice, "reporter Xi, this is the battalion, there is no latte you want."

In the last few words, she deliberately bit her pronunciation.

Xi Luo woke up, covered his face with his hands and sighed, "you are so poor."

"Reporter Xi, what are you talking about?" Fang Zhengrong didn't hear her mutter, but her intuition was not good.

In recent days, her resistance to Xi Luo has become more and more high.

Not only does he not have the consciousness of being a reporter, he often ignores the rules and goes to the cooking class to open a small stove in private.

Fang Zhengrong hasn't reported these to zongzhan, but if Xi Luo continues to be a demon, she doesn't mind making a report.

Xi Luo supported her forehead with one hand and narrowed her eyes to pick up her mobile phone from the side. However, the phone hasn't been dialed out yet. Fang Zhengrong spoke again, "this is your raincoat. This morning's collective training station is in the comprehensive training ground."

"What do you need me to do?" Xi Luo leaned back against the back of the chair, her eyebrows and eyes slightly coagulated, a little impatient.

Fang Zhengrong said forcefully as if reciting the text: "standing posture is the basis of standardized training of the battalion. The commander just called. Please go to the scene to observe the records."

Xi Luo glanced at the green raincoat on the table, looked at the pouring rain outside the window, stood up lovelessly, took her mobile phone and raincoat and walked out of the office.

She didn't know who the commander was, but she suddenly wanted to be a demon.

On rainy days, most of the people who stand in the military posture and arrange training are seriously ill.

At the comprehensive training ground, the soldiers of the three teams stood still in the rain.

The slogan on the rear wall is: orders must be carried out, prohibitions must be stopped, steel is discipline, and obedience is the bounden duty.

This scene perfectly interprets the majestic and unswerving faith.

Xi Luo stood in the rain watching intently, and her eyes under her hat sometimes flashed cunning.

Not long ago, someone came. With the pattering rain, the man's thick voice slowly came to his ears, "what are you doing here?"

Xi Luo stood at the right front of the square array, with a few raindrops hanging on her white cheeks, and looked straight ahead expressionless. "What's the difference between your question and the rape offender's asking the victim if he is comfortable?"

No, he told the commander to let her come!

Zong Zhan was wearing a raincoat and his camouflage hat had been wet by the rain. He frowned and whispered, "Xiluo, it's hard for you not to do it all day, isn't it?"

"Me?" Xi Luo turned her eyes and stared at him unhappily. The next second, she raised her lips and smiled. "If you say so, I'll start."

Before Zong Zhan stopped her, Xi Luo directly took off her raincoat hat, raised her mobile phone in the face of the torrential rain, and began to take pictures at the square array.

The chief reporter, in order to record the style of the military posture, accompanied the soldiers in the rain. His mind and bearing are more sassy than the female soldiers.

The soldiers straightened their backs more and more, their eyes were burning, and they were full of energy in the face of the rain.

Xi Luo walked around the team and patted, with an expression of great respect on her face, "comrades, it's hard."

The soldier standing on the edge almost didn't shout the slogan of serving the people.

Zong Zhan stood in the rain to watch her performance. The fine rain line blurred his outline, which could not hide the playfulness in his eyes.

Xi Luo swayed in the rain for ten minutes. The rain continued to drip along her thin jaw, and her hair stuck to her face, showing some embarrassment and weakness.

Although she had a big heart, Xi Luo was really shocked by the scene in front of her.

It rained heavily, and it was still hard to cool the blood.

Their tough and fearless eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Xi Luo blew the rain on her lips, stood there and looked at it for three seconds, and then fell on the puddle filled ground in an extremely weak and slow posture... Dizzy.

Maybe the location of her fall was so unreasonable that it took three minutes before the patrol commander found her faint.

There's no way. The battalion's iron law. When standing in the military posture, they are the poplar next to the outpost. No matter how you are a demon, I won't move.

Even if the female reporter fainted, his comrades in arms could only feel sympathy and admiration. After all, the poplar beside the post could not speak.

So, the commander suddenly found that Xi Luo fainted and rushed to pick up her shoulder. His rough palm patted her face with the rain, "reporter Xi, reporter Xi..."

Theo wanted to give up for a moment.

Fortunately, zongzhan was finally attracted by the commander's call.

Probably didn't expect Xi Luo to faint. Zong Zhan's pupils narrowed and walked briskly in front of them, "what's the matter?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The commander held Xi Luo's back with one hand and wiped his face, "boss, reporter Xi fainted. I'll take her to the clinic...".

"Get out of the way." Zong Zhan gave an order, and the commander subconsciously got up and let go.

Xiluo lost her back support and fell back to the ground again.

It looks like I'm really dizzy.

Zong Zhan frowned tightly, bent over and picked 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. From time to time, he looked down at the woman in his arms. He was speechless irritable, "see if you will have a long memory in the future."

It's just self inflicted to run out and join the fun in this weather.

At this time, Xi Luo's eyelids trembled, and her forehead was close to the man's cold neck. "What was the commander's name just now?"

Zong Zhan's footsteps suddenly stopped in place, "no, dizzy?"

Xi Luo didn't lift her head and keep her eyes open. She still maintained her dizzy dress. "Ask you something."

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