Chapter 875

Speaking, Lin Bajie has stood in front of Luo Feng.

His eyes are full of provocation and he stares at Luo Feng confidently.

"Instructor." Luo Feng looked at Zhen Yingong. "I applied for a competition with Lin Bajie while accepting punishment."

"I agree." Zhen Yingong didn't say anything.

Lin Bajie laughed and looked down on Luo Feng.

"You'd better come first." "I'm afraid that after I started, you don't even have the courage to lie down."

"Arrogant! It seems that Lin Bajie has a plan in mind. "

"Look at how strong he is, of course, confident."

"The boys in 361 are very strong."

Luo Feng squinted at Lin Bajie, half ring, turned to look at Shi Panzhi and others, "how much do you still need?"

Shi Panzhi was a little embarrassed, "second, the three of us add up It's about two hundred and fifty. "

"Yes." Luo Feng nodded and bent down directly.

All the eyes of the crowd gathered at once.

Lin Bajie did not really start, but looked down at Luo Feng with a sneer and immediately raised his proud head.

I don't care.

"One! Two! Three! 4... "

The students in the first class of classical philology counted them out loud together.

But this It seems that the counting is too fast.

Just a few seconds later, what Lin Bajie heard was, "ten! Eleven! Twelve! "

Lin Bajie was stunned for a moment.

Twenty two, twenty-two, twenty-one

"Damn it! You are too fake. " Lin Bajie quickly looked down at the past and was stunned.

Luo Feng's arms seemed to be installed with springs to support his body. The speed was amazing, even faster than the others.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three..."

The students in a class of classical philology are more excited, excited and loud.

Too fast!

What's more, people with a good eye can see that this is not only fast, but also very standard.

"I'm the one!" Shi Panzhi's mouth opened to the extreme, completely shocked, half ring, an excited to return to his mind, excited waha laugh, "good son."

"I don't think the second brother needs strength at all." Qixiao is going to call brother.

"Great." Dongfang Ji's eyes were blazing, "even a well-trained veteran may not be able to finish more than 30 with such ease and ease." Damn it. It's fifty. "

"Sixty!"

"Seventy!"

"Eighty!"

The sound resounded through the sky and attracted the attention of many classes around him. However, Luo Feng's figure was surrounded by the students of the first class of classical philology, and the people outside could not see what was happening inside.

"What happened to that class? Be punished by the instructor? "

"Who knows, it seems excited to shout so loud."

Many students were caught in the past by the attention of the instructor. They were punished by running or push ups. They wanted to cry without tears.

Lin Bajie and his roommate were stunned.

At this moment, Lin Bajie was more eager to cry without tears, and even felt his cheek crack through.

This face is about to swell up.

What did you just say?

Let Luo Feng come first, because he is afraid that after he comes first, Luo Feng has no courage to lie down.

Now

Anyway, I don't have the courage to get down.

Behind Lin Bajie, Wang Shifang is also frowning, staring at Luo Feng, murmuring to himself, "impossible..."

In Wang Shifang's opinion, Luo Feng is just a bookworm, but he is a martial artist who knows his strength. In terms of military training, Luo Feng can never be compared with himself.

However, Wang Shifang asked himself that he could not do it himself.

It's late. It's fast then.

"One hundred and twenty!"

"One hundred and thirty!"

"One hundred and eighty!"

The voice resounded through the sky and was extremely excited. Many girls in the first class of classical philology couldn't help but scream, and looked at the figure with a pair of eyes worshipping each other.

Finish more than 200 push ups in one breath. According to the current trend, Luo Feng will certainly be able to do it.

This arm strength, this ability.

What a man!

Girls are not stingy of their own screams, this moment, even more let Lin Bajie want to find a piece of that no def ABC to drill in, blood escape!

"241! Two hundred and forty-two! "At this time, Luo Feng dormitory three people also exhausted the greatest strength to roar out loud.

It's just the last two hundred and fifty push ups they owe.

A few minutes ago, they couldn't even think about it.

And now

"Two hundred forty-eight!"

"Two hundred forty-nine!"

With the loudest cry in his life, Shi Panzhi raised his head for a long time and was extremely happy.

"Two hundred and five!"

In an instant, screams, shouts, excited clapping sound, resounding.

The surrounding classes are more curious, but they don't know what happened. They are all itching and looking at their own instructors plaintively Let's see how good the atmosphere is. Let's have a few happy moments together, take a picture and laugh a few times, so as to promote the deep friendship between instructors and recruits

"Why don't we count them too?" A class of boys excitedly proposed to the instructor.

"You two hundred and fifty, run 2500 meters around the playground. Now, now

If you do evil, you cannot live.

Class one of classical philology.

At this moment, the students are looking at Luo Feng with blazing eyes and worshiping.

"This guy has such great strength." Li Shiqi, a member of the literary and Art Committee, could not help feeling a little excited.

"Good job, second."

"Second brother, please take my knee."

Even the instructor Zhen Yingong has been looking at Luo Feng in surprise.

For Zhen Yingong, 250 push ups in a row can also be done.

But the other side is just a recruit student, compared with the veteran who can be qualified to enter the sword soldier?

This boy, he has some skills.

Zhen Yingong can't help laughing. He is glad to himself that he didn't agree to change shifts with Qianye last night. The sports department may not have such a good talent!

"Cough." Zhen Yingong coughed several times in a row, his eyes fell on Luo Feng's body, "this classmate, what's your name?"

"Report to the drillmaster." Although Luo Feng has just completed 250 push ups, he is still not red and breathless. He made a salute, "surname Luo, name Feng."

As soon as the words fell, Zhen Yingong's eyes were about to protrude, "are you Luo Feng?"

Zhen Yingong was a bit stunned and half met. His eyes flashed with anger.

But this anger is not aimed at Luo Feng, but Chiye!

Damn it, Qianye, this guy, has to take care of Luo Feng?

With his physique and military training, can he still take care of himself?

Qianye, clearly wants to hit himself in the face through Luo Feng!

Fuck his grandma!

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