Chapter 287 Into the darkness with the body (20)
âSister, why do you want to do military training here? You can go to places like the gymnasium that are not open to the air.â
Rong Qi always felt that there was a deep trick in it.
Baitang didnât directly explain: âArong, itâs called the playground, not a sports field. People often say that there are gods three feet above your head. Arong, the places you canât see when you look up are satellites in orbits beyond the earth. He could see all the streets below very clearly.â
Rong Qiâs mind turned very quickly: âIt has requirements. If you go to military training indoors like a gymnasium, then the playground will gradually disappear. It can accommodate so many people, sister, if you want to fight , there is a place that can hold so many people, right?â
Baitang nodded affirmatively: âThe intensity of the military training in No. 1 Middle School is not high. Itâs just standing in a military posture and walking forward. But to your instructors, the meaning is very important. Most of them, They are all soldiers at the lowest level, and this is the only military training where they can get the opportunity to train a large number of personnel in life.â
âIn the future, if war breaks out, we need a group of experienced soldiers to organize an army as quickly as possible. Then, the important strategic significance of these grassroots soldiers with some military training experience will come out. The history of country H has countless He once told us to be prepared for danger in times of peace, to be born in adversity, and to die in peace.â
After a while, Rong Qi said: âTheir vision is really long-term.â
Baitang was about to leave too, and finally said: âArong, you should communicate more with your classmates when you are at school. My sister is going to school too. We, Arong, have a good look and will definitely attract some young people who are ignorant. My little girl, Ah Rong needs to recognize her own heart, donât act recklessly, and donât be ambiguous with multiple people, such as being a king of the sea. My sister also doesnât approve of you falling in love in high school.â
A look of disgust flashed in Rong Qiâs eyes: âSister, I donât know how to fall in love.â
He hated the so-called love in his bones. Rong Yuanshan loves that woman so much, why not marry another? Rongâs mother loves Rong Yuanshan like this, but itâs not that she canât get the so-called affection.
You love me, I love you, you donât love me, I donât love you, itâs messy and troublesome.
He doesnât need these, all he needs is his sister.
Baitang didnât say much, waved his hands and left.
âSystem 678, this time, you wonât make me late again, will you?â
Fu Ping is brooding about the last world. If she could arrive in Shen Zhuoâs childhood, she would definitely be able to become Shen Zhuoâs Bai Yueguang, but that Bai Tang took the lead.
[Rong Qi is a freshman in No. 1 Middle School in City C, and is currently in military training. ]
âWhy is it inaccurate? Shouldnât he be developing poison in Xinyang Village to poison the whole village?â
[Everything needs to be judged by the host. The host needs to remember its own tasks and complete them. ]
Fu Ping remembers clearly: âStrike him, make him fall in love with me, then abandon him, trample him, I remember. Then I need to transfer to No. 1 Middle School in City C. In the last world, it has been tested that he doesnât like cute girls .System 678, what type of girl do you think Rong Qi likes? I can play any of them.â
System 678 was silent for a while: [The system cannot judge the preferences of Rong Qi, everything needs to be judged by the host. ]
Fu Ping complained about the system 678 in his heart, and then said: âPeople like Rong Qi who have a dark and filthy heart and live in darkness must especially like pure and beautiful people. He will like lively and clean people. My face, Clean and pure, just right.â
[Since the host has an idea, letâs do it. ]
Fu Ping was full of fighting spirit, and immediately begged the original ownerâs parents to transfer her to another school.
C City No. 1 Middle School, Grade 1 Class 43, here she comes!
(end of this chapter)