"28 minutes and 40 seconds!"

Lieutenant Garon finally saw Zhuang Yan touch the edge of the pool for the last time, and stopped. The man emerged from the water, his hands lay on the concrete floor by the pool, and he gasped for breath.

The man named Cui Weinan who was standing on the bank started to scream a little, as if he had won the lottery. .

He still couldn't understand Chinese, so he just strode over.

"Zhuang, Cui, Wei! It's really a coincidence that you are here."

Cui Weinan didn't expect that Jialong would suddenly appear in the swimming pool, and before he could react, Jialong walked to his side.

"Can you show me the time?"

Lieutenant Garon asked very politely and politely.

For a moment, Cui Weinan wanted to press the reset button.

But in doing so, the intention is as obvious as a reef that emerges from the water at low tide.

Even the time has deceived the other party, and he is also the squad leader of Class 1, a T** officer with a higher rank than himself, and the host here.

Comprehensive factors are intertwined, Cui Weinan thinks about it or forgets it.

Jialong took the stopwatch handed over by Cui Weinan, glanced at it, and his eyes were round.

"28 minutes and 40 seconds!?"

He also exclaimed.

"Don't tell me you're doing a 1-mile backstroke fin speed swim!"

He raised his head, looked at Cui Weinan, then turned to Wei Shuping, and finally turned to Majestic who was still panting by the pool.

Because this time only 1 mile backstroke speed swim will qualify.

But what surprised Gallon was not just this excellent time, but two days ago, the afternoon when he was leaving camp on Friday, when row c had trained for the fin backstroke speed swim 1 mile course here. .

The most impressive thing at the time was that the best scorer in the platoon was Lieutenant Kasim from country H.

From the beginning of training to now, Kasim has always been the best in all subjects involving physical fitness.

From armed cross-country to obstacle running, from swimming to various parallel bars, the results have been far ahead.

This made many members of the naval special forces of country T feel a great disgrace. "Uncle" Achim repeatedly beat his own students in his words intentionally or unintentionally, saying that they "disgraced the reputation of the navy".

At that time, Lieutenant Kasim's 1-mile backstroke fin speed was 29 minutes and 44 seconds, which was absolutely impressive.

During the training on Friday afternoon, Kanon didn't pay attention to what the solemn result was. In short, the result will definitely not be too high.

Because of the outstanding results, I will definitely remember it.

But now Zhuang Yan's swimming time here is 28 minutes and 40 seconds, which is a full minute faster than Kasim's time!

God!

Could this be true! ?

He couldn't help walking to the edge of the pool, squatted down and asked Zhuang Yan, "37 turns back?"

In order to accurately let Zhuang Yan understand the number he said, he raised three fingers, and then made a 7 gesture with his palm.

Solemn can only nod.

The truth cannot be concealed, just like a needle hidden under clothes, it will always emerge.

"Yes, 37 turnbacks."

Zhuang Yan climbed up from the water and wiped the water on his face.

"Lieutenant Garon, you came back to school so early today?"

Jialong didn't want to bring the topic to himself, but stared at the solemn and asked, "Can you do it again?"

Zhuang Yan smiled bitterly: "No, because I'm too tired."

1 mile is a little more than 1.6 kilometers. After such a trip, everyone will be tired.

Garen thought about it too.

But he suddenly understood.

These three Chinese students have a problem!

It's not that they can't train, they are hiding their strength!

As if he had discovered some great secret, Garen grabbed solemnly.

"Zhuang, are we good friends?"

Nodding solemnly: "Of course, of course you are."

Garen said with a serious face: "Since it is a friend, can you train me."

"Training?" Zhuang Yan was a little embarrassed.

He is only a first-level non-commissioned officer, and the Garonne standing in front of him is almost 30, and he is still a lieutenant.

Let yourself be a first-level non-commissioned officer to train a lieutenant of T country?

Is this an international joke?

"Lieutenant Garon..."

"Oh! Don't call me a lieutenant." Garen spread his hands and said with a painful expression: "Didn't we have an agreement just now? We are friends, and there is no need to call me a rank among friends. You can just call me Garen. Okay, Gallen, understand?"

For fear that Zhuang Yan would not understand, he repeated it again.

"Canon—ok?"

"Garon, there are instructors in the school, why didn't you ask them to train you, but come to me?"

"They... sigh, it's hard to say anything, you won't understand. You just promise me, train me, and I can give you a satisfactory explanation." Garen's expression seemed very sincere, not like making excuses or joking.

Zhuang Yan had some difficulties in doing something, and he didn't know whether to agree to Jia Long, so he turned to Cui Weinan for help.

"Wei Nan, what do you say?"

Cui Weinan said helplessly: "Don't look at me, I can't help it. He has seen everything, so he can't just drag him into the swimming pool and drown him now, right?"

Wei Shuping interjected: "Since he is sincere in learning, let him come back to school on Sunday and Saturday to train with us, anyway, the pool is so big, it's not too big for one more person.

Up to now, no matter whether it is sealing or friendship, Zhuang Yan can only agree.

"Okay, Gallen, if you want, every Saturday and Sunday, as long as we're out of the city, we'll be training here. You can come and join us."

"That's great!" Jia Long was as happy as a child who got candy: "Zhuang, you will be my swimming master from now on!"

Looking at Kanon who was a little overly happy, Zhuang Yan felt a little confused.

No matter how confused he is, he has a foreign apprentice, and he is still a lieutenant.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but ask: "Then, you can tell me why you didn't ask the instructors in the teaching group to help you for extra training, but us? I remember you and Achim, Ahmed, and Falih. They all came from the same unit, and they all know each other..."

Kanon sighed ~lightnovelpub.net~ and gave a reason.

"Zhuang, you may not understand some of the rules of our naval special forces, and the rules of this school, yes, I know them, and I have been in a combat unit for a while before, but this does not mean that I'll be given special care. Understand?"

He stopped talking, paused, and then said, "If I go to them to train me, maybe I will get more serious consequences. I don't want to see that."

Garen's answer was puzzling.

According to our argument, comrades-in-arms are like brothers, and that is the brotherhood of the revolution.

What's more, Galleon is a famous person in the Navy. Don't those instructors give any face to the star of the Navy football team?

Besides, Ahmed and Achim are instructors, and Garon is a student, so what's the problem with training his own students?

So, Zhuang Yan was stunned and said, "What serious consequences?"