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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Holding the Hand of the Son, Growing Old with the Son


"Clang."

The statistics table in Qi Yue's hand lost gravity and fell to the ground.

The towel in Lin Qi's hand fell by her feet.

That little body that had run on the playground over and over again, that little body that sweated profusely but persisted in exercising over and over again, although not number one, had defeated most of their elites.

"Ahem."

Mu Xichi awkwardly picked up the towel on the ground and whispered, "I think we should strengthen our training."

Xiao Jing returned to the team, scratched the back of her head, and thought about whether to do it again.

She felt that she had reservations just now.

"I think it's necessary to test again.

There may have been a problem with the stopwatch just now."

Qi Yue suggested.

However, Shen Chengfeng silently took his statistics table and wrote down Xiao Jing's final results with a stroke of his pen.

He said: "This is just daily training, there is no need to be serious, and there is no need for anyone to compete for first place.

Next, we will cross-country with a load of 30 kilograms and 30 kilometers."

As soon as Xiao Jing put on her backpack, she felt that she was being shortened.

She was obviously 1.8 meters tall, but now she was probably only 1.6 meters tall.

"This is the daily training program for the members of the Iron Eagle Team.

It is indeed much harder than the 20 kilograms you weighed during the internship, but you will adapt to it within two days."

Jiang Xin patted Xiao Jing with a smile. shoulders.

Xiao Jing's body collapsed and she almost fell into a trap.

She stared resentfully at the hands that almost crushed her.

"Lieutenant Xiao, can you persist?"

Lin Qi ran beside him.

Seeing the marble-like sweat on his forehead, she opened the kettle and handed it over.

Xiao Jing shook her head, "I can persist."

Everyone had already rushed into the woods in the blink of an eye and climbed up the mountain around the path.

Xiao Jing stopped and looked at the towering mountains in front of her in disbelief.

She visually estimated that the mountain was at least three hundred meters above sea level.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Chengfeng rode a single motorcycle and stopped behind Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing looked at his mount in surprise and said with a wry smile: "Isn't the captain supposed to lead by example?"

"I am injured, so I am not suitable to lead by example."

After saying that, Shen Chengfeng drove his motorcycle up the mountain, spraying exhaust fumes from a car.

Xiao Jing waved her arm, "I am also a wounded person."

Although the wound has healed, he can still be regarded as a wounded person.

She was the only one left in the huge forest.

"You are already far behind.

If you can't make it back before noon, I'm afraid you won't even be able to eat."

Shen Chengfeng leaned on the motorcycle, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Xiao Jing sat down on the ground.

She would probably become the first person in the history of the Iron Eagle Special Forces who had just been announced and then sent back.

Shen Chengfeng unscrewed the kettle and handed it to him, "It is indeed difficult for you recruits to train like this, but this is a task that the special forces team must perform every day.

Didn't you keep saying that hard work can make up for failure?

Now you feel that you are powerless."

Xiao Jing drank a lot of water.

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After replenishing the water, she closed the kettle and stood up again.

Her eyes were firm and she said, "Well, I'm exhausted.

Captain, please take me for a ride." "" Shen Chengfeng sat back on the motorcycle and prepared to leave.

Xiao Jing rushed over, hugged him directly, and arched her nose, "Captain."

"Let go" Shen Chengfeng emphasized.

Xiao Jing held him harder and harder, "Captain."

Shen Chengfeng took off his gloves and prepared to use his awesome coaxing skills to scare off the opponent.

He touched his hand.

Touched and touched.

The scene was still, as if a crow was flapping its wings and flying over their heads.

"Captain, you have something to say.

It would be bad if someone saw you moving your hands and feet."

Xiao Jing blinked and said seriously.

Shen Chengfeng frowned slightly, and then remembered that he was immune to himself.

Xiao Jing grinned, revealing her big white teeth, and said, "Captain, I'm ready and ready to go at any time."

Shen Chengfeng turned the accelerator, and the motorcycle made a roaring sound, and then sped away, knocking Xiao Jing off with every bump.

Xiao Jing fell heavily to the ground, holding her body that was almost falling apart.

Looking at the only wisp of white smoke left in the forest, she became angry like a puffer fish again.

"We promised to be comrade-in-arms.

We promised to stick with each other through thick and thin.

We promised not to abandon or give up.

We promised to hold my son's hand and grow old together."

------Digression----- The first meaning of holding hands is comradeship.

Don’t get me wrong, dears, hahaha

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