Film and Television: Starting with Crazy Racing, We Become Stronger Through Hilarious Antics

The following week of physical training left all the trainees feeling like they were in heaven.

Of course, Zhang Hui's performance in all training events remained in the top five, which changed the attitude of his roommate, Tuo Yonggang.

Zhang Hui was less sarcastic in his response, and the easing of tension between them led Zhang Hui to ask him some basic questions about skydiving.

Although he will learn it during future training, having some prior knowledge gives him more confidence.

Finally, the eve of the first weekend arrived. The four roommates were waiting for Qi Huan's order to turn off the lights. Having been reprimanded several times, they dared not go to bed without the order.

A moment later, accompanied by Qi Huan's roar, Zhang Hui ran to turn off the lights.

Once everyone was settled, Wu Zhe couldn't help but ask, "Hey~ 41, 42, what are you two doing tomorrow?"

"Train, sleep."

"running."

Upon hearing their answers, Wu Zhe couldn't help but complain.

Zhang Hui didn't dare to shatter his illusions about tomorrow. Even if he didn't know what would happen tomorrow, he would have been taught a lesson by Yuan Lang's antics these past few days.

Thinking about tomorrow's situation, Zhang Hui got up and leaned against Xu Sanduo's bedside, repeating the same sentence to him like a mantra: "Yuan Lang is a liar! Don't believe what he says!" This had become his nightly ritual.

If there's no reward tomorrow, he's planning to find a chance to fight Qi Huan. He's been in Old A for a week and hasn't made a single sale yet. Who would believe that?

After Zhang Hui finished speaking, he made Xu Sanchong repeat it again. Seeing Xu Sanchong's somewhat broken expression, Zhang Hui smiled and stopped bothering him, telling him to go to sleep quickly.

As soon as I sat down, I saw Wu Zhe next to me throw two bags of cookies at me, saying that one of them was for number 42.

Although Zhang Hui didn't like eating these things, he thought about how excited the other person was when they bought the cookies, so he thanked them and accepted them. Besides, they were roommates, so there was no need to fuss over such small details.

The dormitory fell silent again. After a while, Tuo Yonggang, the chatterbox, couldn't hold back any longer and started talking.

"Hey guys, guess what I'm wearing right now?"

"Wedding dress!"

"No! I'm like the Emperor's New Clothes now, completely naked." Tuo Yonggang patted his butt after saying that.

"Pfft!" Zhang Hui chuckled at his antics, then teased, "Number 27, what if there's an emergency drill tonight? Do you think the Butcher will spray you with spit?"

"41, shut up!"

"41, don't talk nonsense."

This assumption clearly infuriated the two people opposite him, but he continued to add fuel to the fire, saying, "Do you think the butcher would let us off the hook on a day that everyone agrees to be off the hook?"

"Even if the butcher lets it go, there's still a villain! You'd better be prepared, just in case." After saying that, Zhang Hui turned over and went to sleep facing the wall.

"39! Could he have actually guessed right?" Tuo Yonggang clearly didn't want to accept this explanation, and he sat up abruptly.

"I don't know, but... what if?" Wu Zhe lay sprawled on the bed, letting out a soft sigh.

"Damn it!" Tuo Yonggang cursed under his breath, then silently put on his shorts and t-shirt, and put the jacket he had thrown in the corner into a convenient place.

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At 2:30 a.m., a series of urgent whistles sounded.

Zhang Hui, fast asleep, hadn't heard a thing until Qi Huan's booming voice shouted, "Emergency assembly!" Startled awake, Zhang Hui looked around the dormitory and saw no one moving, then yelled back, "Emergency assembly!"

Xu Sanduo put on his coat and jumped to the ground; his pants and shoes were on the table near the outside.

Zhang Hui quickly put on his clothes and pants, watching Tuo Yonggang get dressed while cursing.

Seeing this, Zhang Hui felt much relieved. At least this time, he didn't have to worry about not being able to find his underwear.

He and Xu Sanduo rushed downstairs quickly. A dozen seconds later, Wu Zhe also came downstairs with his hat and belt. Although Tuo Yonggang was the slowest of the four, at least he was not late and was not penalized this time.

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Standing between Wu Zhe and Tuo Yonggang, Zhang Hui was moved to tears. It wasn't easy!

The team assembled in no time.

Yuan Lang, grinning slyly, walked up to the crowd. With an incredibly irritating expression, he said, "There's a reason I've called everyone together for this emergency!"

"I just got some good news, ah~ what good news is it?"

"Let me tell you, tomorrow... no, to be precise, today. Today is a nice day, with an average temperature of 25 degrees Celsius."

"So I've decided to have an extra meal on the spur of the moment! Ah~ before the sun comes up, I'll lead everyone to greet it!"

"Let's do a 50-kilometer forced march!" he said sarcastically, then asked, "How about that?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone protested.

"Report!"

"Speech on the 14th."

"Today is Sunday."

"The instructor has the right to make changes at any time, and two points will be deducted."

"Report..." Tuo Yonggang, clearly unable to contain his temper, wanted to speak, but before he could finish, Zhang Hui quickly tugged at him. Interrupted, Tuo Yonggang didn't continue.

However, Yuan Lang cheekily picked a fight: "What are you doing? Huh? 41, pulling and shoving in the queue, deduct ten points!"

Zhang Hui, who had been penalized, wasn't too bothered by it. He was already prepared to stop Wu Zhe if he tried to speak. But Wu Zhe on his right remained silent for a long time, and Zhang Hui realized that his words from yesterday had worked.

Finally, seeing Yuan Lang's sweeping gaze, Zhang Hui began to pray to God, begging Him not to let Xu Sanduo speak. His arms weren't long enough to stop that idiot.

Perhaps it was the brainwashing he did every night that worked, or perhaps God heard his prayers, because Xu Sanduo didn't foolishly shout "Report!" this time.

Just as Yuan Lang began to speak, Zhang Hui's reward arrived as promised.

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Following Qi Huan's command, the ranks began to run.

This isn't a run without weights; we'll have to do a 50-kilometer forced march while carrying logs.

This thing looks small, but it's incredibly heavy, and without any protective padding, my neck and the back of my head were chafed raw in no time.

This time, Zhang Hui couldn't take it anymore. While he had the energy and the saliva, he frantically cursed Yuan Lang, hurling insults at him and his entire family.

Moreover, he used all sorts of insults without using any vulgar language, which made Wu Zhe, who was standing next to him, feel very uncomfortable. He was tired but also wanted to laugh, and he had to keep quiet to save his energy.

An hour later, Zhang Hui also stopped talking and started to catch his breath. Everyone's training uniforms were soaked with sweat. Moreover, the road up the mountain was covered in dust from Yuan Lang's car. He realized that this man was deliberately making things difficult for them.

They would also occasionally shout through the loudspeaker on the roof, "If anyone can't run anymore, there's an ambulance behind us, 100 points, deduct points and you're out!"

Tuo Yonggang, enraged, immediately launched into a tirade: "Go ahead and deduct the fines! He even has the nerve to call himself a strict officer, a strict officer from Mars! And now he's driving around listening to music!"

Wu Zhe had fallen behind, and Zhang Hui was a little worried. He gestured for Xu Sanduo to slow down so he could recover his strength.

To make matters worse, Duke Huan of Qi shouted, "No?! If not, get in the ambulance!"

As Wu Zhe gritted his teeth and ran over, he roared, "I'm not going! I'm willing to run myself to death!" But after running a short distance, he collapsed on the ground and vomited.

When Zhang Hui saw this, he knew that Wu Zhe had reached his physical limit. If he could get through this, his physical strength would increase significantly.

They called Xu Sanduo, and the two went back. Zhang Hui saw that Wu Zhe had vomited all over, so he helped Wu Zhe lift the log and put it on his shoulder. He and Xu Sanduo helped Wu Zhe up and pulled him along as they ran forward.

That bastard Yuan Lang was still mocking him from behind, "Qi Huan, stop believing in those old units and veterans. Just go find some ordinary people in the area, and they wouldn't be running like this! They can't even pass the physical fitness test, yet they're talking about being a king of soldiers or elites!"

Zhang Hui told Wu Zhe to ignore him and treat his words as nonsense! Wu Zhe was speechless and struggled for a long time before he could stand up.

Then Yuan Lang chimed in with his usual chatter: "Hey? Is effeminate mannerism contagious?"

Zhang Hui quickly led his men to run away, hoping that once they were far enough away, they wouldn't be able to hear his nonsense anymore.

The final 50-kilometer forced march was finally completed, and the result was not bad; at least no one fell behind.