Chapter 1201

Chapter 1201

After only one day, Xi Luo completely understood a sentence.

Once you enter the camp, you can't help yourself.

It's not that she is hypocritical, but that she has never been exposed to such a stereotyped camp life.

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

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

As a female reporter, Xi Luo only lived in Zong Zhan's room on the first day she entered the camp, and then was thrown into the female soldier's dormitory. Fortunately, she became Fang Zhengrong's roommate without dying.

The point is, in the quadruple room, she slept on Fang Zhengrong's upper bunk.

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 do this either, but Fang Zhengrong was very principled. As long as Xi Luo didn't get up, she would blow the whistle by the bed, almost failing to attract the pickets.

In this way, Xi Luo subtly developed the habit of getting up early, but it was impossible to go to bed early.

There was a spring rain that day. After breakfast, the whole team gathered to stand in a military posture at the training ground.

Xi Luo lazily dozed off in the communication room, and vaguely felt someone knocking on the table.

She may have dreamed of going back to Nanyang, and thought she was in her boss's room, she frowned and asked, "Go and get me a Latte, three shots."

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

She deliberately pronounced the last few words emphatically.

Xi Luo woke up, covered her face with her hands, and sighed, "You guys are really poor."

"Reporter Xi, what did you say?" Fang Zhengrong didn't hear her muttering, but her intuition was not good.

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

Not only did he not have the self-consciousness as a reporter, but he often ignored the rules and went to the cooking class to do small cooking in private.

Fang Zhengrong hasn't reported this to Zong Zhan yet, but if Xi Luo continues to be a demon, she doesn't mind making a report.

Xi Luo supported her forehead with one hand, squinted her eyes and picked up the phone from the side. However, before the call was dialed, Fang Zhengrong spoke again, "This is your raincoat. This morning's collective training station is in a military posture, and it is at the comprehensive training ground."

"What do you need me to do?" Xi Luo leaned back against the back of the chair, her brows and eyes slightly fixed with a little impatience.

Fang Zhengrong said sonorously with a tone as if reciting a text: "Standing in the military posture is the basis of the battalion's standardized training. The commander just called. Please go to the scene to observe and record."

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

She doesn't know who the commander is for the time being, but she suddenly wants to be a demon.

On rainy days, those who stand in a military posture and arrange training probably have some serious illness.

In the comprehensive training ground, the soldiers of the three square teams stood motionless in the rain.

The slogan on the rear wall is: Orders must be followed, prohibitions must be stopped, steel is discipline, and obedience is a bounden duty.

This scene perfectly interprets the majestic and unwavering belief.

Xi Luo stood in the rain and watched intently, her eyes under the brim of the hat flashed cunningly from time to time.

Not long after, someone came, and with the sound of pattering rain, the man's deep voice gradually entered my ears, "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

Xi Luo stood at the front right of the phalanx, with a few raindrops hanging on her fair cheeks, and stared straight ahead, "What's the difference between your question and a rapist asking if the victim is comfortable?"

Didn't he instruct the commander to let her come!

Zong Zhan was wearing a raincoat, and his camouflage hat was already wet by the rain. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Xi Luo, won't you feel bad if you don't work for a day?"

"Me? Do?" Xi Luo turned her eyes to stare at him unhappily. The next second, she raised her lips and smiled again, "If you say that, then I will start."

Without waiting for Zong Zhan to stop her, Xi Luo took off her raincoat hat, raised her mobile phone against the torrential rain, and started taking pictures of the phalanx.

The dignified chief reporter, in order to record the demeanor of the military, accompanied the soldiers in the rain. This kind of heart and demeanor are more valiant than female soldiers.

The soldiers straightened their backs more and more, their eyes were like torches, shining brightly against the rain.

Xi Luo walked around the formation and took pictures, with an expression of admiration on her face, "Comrades, you have worked hard."

The soldier boy standing on the far side almost didn't shout the slogan of serving the people.

Zong Zhan stood in the rain watching her performance, the thin rain line blurred his outline, which couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes.

Xi Luo just dangled in the rain for ten minutes, the rain dripped continuously along her slender chin, and her hair stuck to her face, revealing a bit of embarrassment and weakness.

Although she was very playful, Xi Luo was really shocked by the scene in front of her.

It was raining heavily, but it was still difficult to cool the blood.

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

Xi Luo blew the rain on her lips, stood there and watched for another three seconds, then fell to the ground full of puddles in an extremely weak and slow posture... fainted.

It may be that she fell in an unreasonable position, so that it took a full three minutes before the patrolling commander found her fainted.

There is no way, the iron discipline of the battalion, when standing in the military posture, they are the poplars next to the outpost, no matter how you play monsters, I will stand still.

Even if the female reporter fainted, the comrades could only feel deep sympathy and admiration, after all, Bai Yang next to the outpost couldn't speak.

In this way, the commander suddenly found that Xi Luo had fainted, and rushed over to help her by the shoulders, and slapped her face with rough palms mixed with rain, "Reporter Xi, Reporter Xi..."

Xi Luo wanted to give up for a moment.

Fortunately, Zong Zhan was finally summoned by the commander's call.

Probably not expecting that Xi Luo would faint, Zong Zhan shrank his pupils and walked in front of them briskly, "What's going on?"

The rain was getting heavier, the commander supported Xi Luo's back with one hand, and wiped his face, "Boss, Reporter Xi fainted, I will take her to..." the infirmary.

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

Xi Luo's back lost its support, and she fell back to the ground again.

It looked like he was really dizzy.

Zong Zhan frowned, leaned over to pick up the embarrassed woman, turned his head and told the commander, "Keep staring."

In the rain, Zong Zhan walked very fast, looking down at the woman in his arms from time to time, feeling indescribably irritated, "Let's see if you have a long memory in the future."

Running out to join in the fun in this kind of weather is purely self-inflicted.

At this moment, Xi Luo's eyelids trembled, and her forehead was pressed against the man's cold neck, "What was the commander's name just now?"

Zong Zhan's footsteps stopped in place for an instant, "No, dizzy?"

Xi Luo didn't raise her head and didn't open her eyes, she still maintained the persona pretending to be dizzy, "I'm asking you something."