Chapter 1739 The Instructor Is Looking for You

The next morning, the morning training call sounded, and the entire recruit company once again entered a day of high-intensity training. Zhang Chu stood in the assembly queue, his eyes sharp, and his whole body was full of a spirit of not admitting defeat. He secretly vowed in his heart that from today on, he would really start from the basics and change himself.

When Qin Yuan appeared on the playground, all the recruits immediately stood straight, waiting for orders. Qin Yuan's eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on Zhang Chu, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Zhang Chu, today is your first day of comprehensive daily training. I hope you can bring me some surprises."

Zhang Chu straightened his chest and said loudly: "Yes, instructor! I won't let you down!"

Qin Yuan nodded and waved: "Okay, start weighted running. All recruits, get equipment!"

Zhang Chu followed the other recruits to the equipment rack on the side. When he saw the weighted equipment, he was stunned. His eyes swept over the bags of sandbags, and his expression became unbelievable: "This... Instructor, is the weight wrong?"

He grabbed a sandbag, weighed it, and almost suspected that there was something wrong with his touch. Each sandbag weighs 25 kilograms, and the requirement is that each person carries two bags on his shoulders, which is 50 kilograms!

Zhang Chu frowned and couldn't help but say: "Instructor, running with such a heavy weight? Even in the special forces, it's not so exaggerated, right? Are you sure this is training for recruits?"

Hearing this, Qin Yuan glanced at him coldly, his voice low and majestic: "Zhang Chu, do you think this is the standard of the special forces? No, this is the standard of my recruit company. If you think it's heavy, it's your own problem."

Zhang Chu felt a little aggrieved, he gritted his teeth, said no more, carried the two sandbags on his shoulders, and just stood firm, his legs felt a heavy pressure. He took a deep breath and looked up at the other recruits, but was surprised to find that each of them had already carried a sandbag and stood in a row easily, without even the slightest discomfort on their faces.

"This is impossible..." Zhang Chu muttered in his heart. He thought that as a soldier from the special forces, his physical fitness must be much better than these ordinary recruits, but the scene in front of him made him begin to doubt his life.

"Okay, let's start the weighted run!" Qin Yuan gave an order, and everyone immediately took steps and started running along the track of the playground.

Zhang Chu just ran a few steps, and he felt that the sandbags on his shoulders were like two small mountains, pressing him out of breath. He tried to adjust his pace and breathing, but with every step, the soreness in his legs increased rapidly. His forehead began to sweat, his mouth was panting, and his feet were getting heavier and heavier.

"Damn, what kind of training intensity is this..." Zhang Chu cursed in his heart. His pride and stubbornness made him grit his teeth and continue to run, but his speed obviously slowed down.

In sharp contrast, the other recruits carried 50 kilograms of sandbags on their shoulders, ran easily and freely, with steady steps, and even heard the sound of talking and laughing.

"Hey, Yue Ming, why did you grab the last chicken leg last night? Did you line up in advance?" A new recruit in front said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, I grabbed that chicken leg last night with my own ability!" Yue Ming laughed and retorted, his steps still as steady as a mountain.

Zhang Chu listened to these conversations and almost suspected that he had run into the wrong queue. He panted and stared at Yue Ming in front of him, feeling complicated: "Are these people monsters? They can talk so easily with a load of 50 kilograms?"

He couldn't help it and shouted at Yue Ming: "Hey, Yue Ming, do you run with this kind of weight every day?"

Yue Ming looked back at him and said with a smile: "Of course, this is basic training. Why, you can't do it just at the beginning?"

Zhang Chu's face flushed red because of this sentence, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Who said I can't do it! I just... I'm not used to it!"

"Then get used to it quickly!" Yue Ming laughed, then turned around and continued to run, even faster than before.

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and tried to keep up, but the heaviness on his shoulders and legs almost suffocated him. He felt like he was climbing a mountain on his back, and every step seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Qin Yuan stood by the runway, watching Zhang Chu's every move coldly. There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, but more of a faint expectation.

"Zhang Chu, don't you always think you are better than others?" Qin Yuan's voice suddenly came, like a whip on Zhang Chu's back, "Run faster! Don't let me look down on you!"

Zhang Chu's lips were tightly pursed, his chest rose and fell violently, and he gritted his teeth and replied with difficulty: "Instructor, I... I can do it!"

The other recruits laughed when they heard this, and one of them said with a smile: "Zhang Chu, come on, don't be pulled down by us ordinary recruits!"

Zhang Chu was even more angry when he heard this, and he tried to speed up his pace, but soon his physical strength was pressed to the limit, his feet slipped, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Hold on! Zhang Chu!" Qin Yuan's voice rang out again, like a sharp knife piercing Zhang Chu's ears, "If you fall, I don't mind letting you start over!"

Zhang Chu cursed in his heart, but the phrase "start over" completely forced out his stubbornness. He gritted his teeth and ran a full lap.

When he stood at the edge of the track panting, his legs were trembling, and the skin on his shoulders was rubbed painfully by the sandbags, but he refused to put down the weight on his shoulders.

"Not bad, you finally made it." Qin Yuan walked up to him and said coldly, "But you know? This is only the first lap, your comrades have already run two laps, and some have even run three laps."

Zhang Chu was stunned, looking up at the figures running easily, his eyes full of shock and unwillingness.

Qin Yuan continued: "Zhang Chu, you always feel that you are from the special forces, so you look down on the training of the recruit company. But now? You can't even keep up with the basic training of these ordinary recruits. Do you know what the problem is?"

Zhang Chu lowered his head and remained silent.

Qin Yuan's voice was cold, but it carried a power that struck people's hearts: "It's not that they are too strong, it's that you are too impatient. You only want to prove yourself, but forget to lay down the foundation. If you want to be truly strong, you can't rely on your special forces. The aura is gained by being down-to-earth and practicing little by little.”

Zhang Chu clenched his fists, and the sweat and fatigue on his face were gradually replaced by a touch of stubbornness. He raised his head with firm eyes: "Instructor, I will do it. Whether it is carrying weight or shooting, I will definitely catch up with them, or even surpass them!"

Qin Yuan smiled slightly and said lightly: "Very good, then don't just talk big words, prove it to me with actions."

Zhang Chu nodded heavily, with a stronger fighting spirit igniting in his heart.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the training ground of the recruit company. The sweat and dust on the training ground are mixed together, forming a unique military atmosphere. The daily training of the recruits has ended, and most of them dragged their exhausted bodies back to the dormitory, preparing for the night's housekeeping and rest time.

However, Zhang Chu was still standing on the playground, carrying the two heavy bags of sandbags on his shoulders. The sweat on his face dripped down his chin and soaked his collar. His legs were shaking slightly, but there was a stubbornness in his eyes that refused to admit defeat.

Qin Yuan stood at the edge of the playground, holding his hands on his chest and staring at Zhang Chu coldly. He didn't speak, didn't even give any instructions, and didn't seem to care about Zhang Chu's insistence. However, there was a trace of concern hidden in his eyes, and a complex emotion quietly surged in his heart.

Zhang Chu gasped, turned to look at Qin Yuan, and said loudly: "Instructor, I have to run two more laps! I have to catch up with the team, and I don't want to hold everyone back!"

Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was calm but with a hint of sarcasm: "Oh? Are you sure you can still hold on? Your condition today is not ideal."

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and his chest heaved violently, but there was a firmness in his voice that refused to admit defeat: "I can! I will never fall behind!"

Qin Yuan did not respond directly, but said coldly: "It's up to you. Run away if you want, but don't let me see you lying on the road."

Zhang Chu nodded, gritted his teeth, readjusted the sandbag to his shoulders, took steps, and stepped onto the track. Every step he took seemed to use all his strength, and the steps under his feet were as heavy as carrying a mountain on his back.

There was no one on the playground. Except for Qin Yuan and the two non-commissioned officers who were observing secretly, there was only Zhang Chu's lonely figure moving on the track. The distant wind brought a hint of coolness, but for Zhang Chu, this cool wind did not bring any relief. Every breath he took felt like it was burning, and the air in his chest became thinner and thinner.

In the first lap, Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and managed to hold on.

At the beginning of the second lap, his pace was already obviously slow, and his legs were as heavy as lead. The weight of the sandbags made his shoulders ache, and every step was consuming the last of his strength.

Qin Yuan stood at the edge of the runway, watching all this with an expressionless face. He said coldly: "Zhang Chu, don't be brave. If you feel you can't hold on, it's still too late to stop now."

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Zhang Chu didn't respond, just panting hard, as if he didn't hear Qin Yuan's words. His pace became slower and slower, but with every step he took, there was a stubborn reluctance to admit defeat.

"This guy..." a non-commissioned officer standing not far away muttered in a low voice, "He is asking for trouble. If he keeps running like this, he will definitely not be able to hold on."

Qin Yuan did not look back, and said in a calm voice: "Keep an eye on him. If he is really going to fall, save him immediately, but leave him alone now."

The sergeant nodded and continued to pay attention to Zhang Chu's situation secretly.

On the runway, Zhang Chu has reached his limit. His vision began to blur, his eyes were covered with sweat, and his legs seemed to be out of his control, shaking uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth and kept encouraging himself: "I can't stop... I can never stop... I must catch up with them!"

Suddenly, he stumbled and almost fell down, but he used all his strength to hold on and managed to steady his steps. His breathing became faster and faster, and his heart beat wildly in his chest, as if it would explode at any time.

At the playground, Qin Yuan's eyes darkened slightly. He could see that Zhang Chu was almost reaching his limit, but he still kept on walking. Even if his body was about to collapse, Zhang Chu still didn't give up in his eyes.

Finally, Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and finished the second lap. When he barely reached the finish line, his legs suddenly softened and he fell to his knees. He gasped for air, his hands on the ground, and the sandbags on his shoulders fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"I...I did it..." Zhang Chu murmured weakly, his lips turned white, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down like a stream.

Qin Yuan slowly stepped forward and looked down at him. His cold voice contained a hint of complex emotions that were difficult to detect: "Zhang Chu, completing two laps is amazing, but do you know how dangerous you were just now? If you really fall Not only does it drag down the team, it may never stand up.”

Zhang Chu raised his head and said weakly: "Instructor, I...I can't give up...I must catch up with them...I must!"

Qin Yuan's eyes moved slightly. He could see that Zhang Chu's persistence was not for showing off, but a belief from the heart. This belief is stubborn and moving.

"Very good," Qin Yuan said lightly, "It's a good thing that you have this energy, but remember next time that the body is a tool, not a bet. If you want to catch up with them, you need not only will but also methods."

After he finished speaking, he turned and waved to the sergeant behind him: "Send him back to the dormitory, and let the medical staff check his condition tonight. If he has similar performance tomorrow, he will be forced to rest directly."

The sergeant nodded and immediately ran forward to help Zhang Chu, who was almost exhausted.

Zhang Chu, who was helped up, looked at Qin Yuan's back as he left, and a complex emotion rose in his heart. He knew that Qin Yuan was strict and indifferent to him, but behind this indifference, there might be some unspeakable concern.

"Instructor, I will definitely prove to you that I can not only persist, but also do my best." Zhang Chu swore silently in his heart. Although he was exhausted at the moment, his eyes flashed with a more determined light.

As night fell, the noise on the training ground gradually subsided, and the entire recruit company fell into a brief calm. Zhang Chu had just been examined by the medical staff. Although he was exhausted, he did not choose to go back to the dormitory, but sat alone on the steps of the corridor, staring blankly ahead.

"Zhang Chu, the instructor is looking for you." A sergeant came over and patted him on the shoulder, his tone brief.

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment. Although he was still very weak, he immediately stood up and straightened his back: "Yes, I'll be there soon!"

A few minutes later, Zhang Chu stood at the door of Qin Yuan's office, adjusted his mood slightly, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Qin Yuan's voice was low and calm.

Zhang Chu pushed the door and walked into the office, stood at attention, and looked straight ahead. Qin Yuan sat behind his desk, flipping through a file in his hand. The atmosphere in the room was so quiet that it made people feel a little depressed, and only the ticking sound of the wall clock was slowly flowing.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Qin Yuan closed the file, looked up at Zhang Chu, his eyes were cold and sharp.

Zhang Chu hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Instructor, my training today...did not meet your standards."