Her eyes conveyed so expectation, as if she were waiting for Fu Sichen’s response.
Fu Sichen looked towards Jiang Mian, "Did you understand how to do it when I tied it for you just now?"
Before Jiang Mian could say anything, Fu Sichen spoke in a calm voice, "If you understood, then tie hers. We’re gathering downstairs in five minutes, no lateness allowed."
All three of them watched Fu Sichen’s retreating figure, and a silence fell over the dormitory.
Jiang Mian was okay, her gaze shifting to Yu Xinting, "Shall I do it, or do you want to do it yourself?"
Yu Xinting didn’t speak, but for a mont really didn’t know how to react.
"If you’re not going to say, I’ll take that as agreent for to do it."
Jiang Mian didn’t waste ti either, she directly started adjusting the belt for her using the thod she was shown earlier.
"We can go down now, otherwise we’re definitely going to be punished with extra training for being late."
She put on her hat and ran downstairs, Xiang Mo glanced at the ti, "We should hurry too, there’s not much ti left."
Although Yu Xinting was still a bit uncomfortable from before, she still quickly ran downstairs.
After all the people gathered, Fu Sichen spoke leisurely, "Good, the first assembly was tily. The most crucial thing in the army is the concept of ti."
"Today’s first training content is running, starting at 3 kiloters."
"Ah..."
Imdiately, noises emitted from the group.
"An ’Ah’ adds an extra kiloter, make it 4 kiloters."
Silence returned to the crowd; everyone held their breath, not daring to speak out of turn.
Fu Sichen held the stopwatch at the starting line, his hand dropped, "Run."
The timing started.
Three boys quickly took the lead, sprinting ahead.
Xiang Mo and Yu Xinting were running side by side, even chatting, leaving Jiang Mian trailing behind.
But Jiang Mian maintained a pace that was most comfortable for her.
She was well aware of her own stamina. In order to perform a few minutes of fluent fight scenes, she had been consistently practicing dancing and fitness, so a 3-kiloter run wasn’t particularly challenging for her.
The live broadcast had already resud.
[This woman is such a fake. My daughter was shooting a water scene last week without a stunt double. She had just gotten over a serious cold but could run to the front. Is she trying to act weak for her image?]
[How much money did Jiang Mian’s sugar daddy give to the production team, huh? Other celebrities are without makeup but Jiang Mian is in light makeup, right?]
[Is Jiang Mian’s bare face real? Are we talking no makeup?]
After two laps, it was clear that everyone’s overall speed had slowed down.
Especially Yu Xinting and Xiang Mo, who had been chatting earlier, now barely had the energy to open their mouths, gasping for breath.
"Don’t stop, keep running, an extra lap for anyone who does."
People who were already contemplating walking picked up their pace a bit and continued running.
Jiang Mian steadily caught up with the laps she had fallen behind.
She didn’t pass Yu Xinting and Xiang Mo, maintaining her pace behind them.
[Jiang Mian’s thods of showboating are truly diverse.]
[Pure outsider here, but isn’t this rivalry too intense? Jiang Mian’s looks are stunning, and it’s normal for her to have her own running rhythm.]
[ 1 And obviously, she’s concerned about the two ahead. Otherwise, with her speed, she would have already been in front.]
[Yo, yo, yo, is the sugar daddy feeling pity now, hiring water soldiers?]
[The sister above, you must be joking, why would a sugar daddy let Jiang Mian co here? She’s clearly been dumped.]
The live comnts quickly scrolled by.
"Captain Fu, she is..."
Fu Sichen’s thin lips curved slightly, "You noticed it too."
Lin Chuan figured out what Fu Sichen ant; it appeared Yu Xinting and Xiang Mo normally didn’t exercise much, suddenly running 3 kiloters was surely too much for them.
Jiang Mian was following behind because she worried sothing might really happen and she could reach out to help them.
The smile at Fu Sichen’s lips slowly faded, yet his eyes remained intently fixed on that familiar silhouette.
Still the sa old style...
Sothing ca to mind, and Fu Sichen chuckled deeply, quickly returning to composure.
"Call the dic, bring so sugar water or sothing."
Lin Chuan was totally confused, was Captain Fu’s mouth twitching?? Want to smile but not smiling, truly elusive, he agreed and ran towards the infirmary.
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