Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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Ye Jian was so intelligent that School Head Chen had nothing to worry about. He just needs to train it as originally planned.

He took off the iron ball from his wrist. However, he was not used to the sudden light.

Wiggling his wrist gently, Ye Jian, who did not wipe his sweat, smiled and said, "I won't realize that half an hour has passed if you don't remind me."

For a moment, he felt a sense of emptiness as he was suddenly pulled from his practice, which he felt was getting more and more pleasant.

“You have done very well until now. No need to rush, ”School Head Chen took out a bottle of medicinal oil and poured it into his hands. “Give me your hand. It's not bad that you can manage to last for half an hour on your first attempt. ”

Her wrist, which had been carrying a load, seemed fine for now, but residual symptoms would occur later. Using medicinal oils to improve blood circulation can relieve residual symptoms.

“When you finish your exam on Saturday, I will return to the village with you. You have to learn well from the senior. ”

“He is Class A Master Sergeant, and he has so many skills that you can't learn them all your life,” School Head Chen instructed Ye Jian patiently like a father after training. “Will be beneficial to you if you can apply what you have learned in your life.”

“You will continue to carry five kilograms for three months. After that, I'll add weight to your wrists until they can carry ten pounds. ”

A sniper, when carrying a ten-kilo rifle, can still move quickly and lie down in time to shoot the target. Ye Jian would know he was ready if he could do this.

Ye Jian had always experienced this kind of hardship and endured to the end. Smiling, he said, “Ten kilograms marks the end of a phase, right? If I can manage, I can proceed to the next stage, right? ”

The medicinal oil is exclusively available in the army. When applied to her skin, she felt extremely hot, indicating that the oil had an excellent effect.

The next day, Ye Jian woke up. His hands were in so much pain that it was a bit difficult for him to hold his water glass. It was only then that he realized why School Head Chen had said he might suffer in the exam.

His soreness and muscle aches were slightly reduced after he pressed the hot towel and sprayed some muscle-relieving medication onto his wrist.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" as soon as An Jiaxin entered the classroom, he walked straight to Ye Jian who looked unwell. “Why do you look so tired?”

Not because he didn't sleep well. His arm was suffering from unbearable pain.

Placing his hand on his desk, Ye Jian said, "Come on, rub ... I'm really sick." There are no obvious wounds on the surface. The sourness and pain comes from his muscles and ligaments.

He might not even be able to raise his hand if he did not apply medicinal oil to his wrist.

“You scared me. I think it's because you failed the English exam last night, ”An Jiaxin immediately rubbed his hands. He asked in a whisper, “How? English exam.”

"Mm-hem," Ye Jian said, comfortable with his eyes closed. Smiling, he replied, “Have I ever let you down? Just hang. I'll surprise you.”

"Suck!" A Jiaxin almost jumped from his seat. "Good for you! Are you planning to win a Grand Slam?”

Gracefully, Ye Jian raised his eyebrows and replied, “Why not? Although I did not mind the gossip, the buzzing sound of some mosquitoes endlessly disturbed me. I will use my true strength to silence them.”