Except for students on duty, other students do not train on Sundays. Drinking is allowed in the military academy during breaks.
The students began to share the wine, including whiskey, beer, red wine, and champagne. We have to admit that during World War II, the meals of the American military schools and the army were the envy of other countries.
The first competition: 60-meter return run.
There is a turnaround every 120 meters
Back and forth three times.
The 360-meter return run is more difficult among all return runs. The distance is neither long nor short. It tests people's perseverance, endurance and explosive power the most.
There is a table at each end of the runway, and three glasses of wine are placed on each table. Each glass contains 100 ml of 58% whiskey.
Those who arrived first drank whiskey, and those who arrived later slapped themselves.
This provision immediately caused the students to yell wildly.
"This kind of competition is so fucking novel..."
"Fuck, shouldn't the loser drink and then slap himself?"
"Damn it, there is no winner in the first game. The loser will be slapped in the face, but the winner has to drink 600 ml of 62% whiskey. How can we compete next?"
"No, no, no, in this competition, it is very likely that both sides of the competition have to drink. Every time the person who touches the pole first has to drink and delay time, the one who slaps himself will naturally have the upper hand."
"Yes, yes... damn, your analysis makes sense, brother!"
"Fuck, brothers, this game is so fucking exciting, does anyone want to place a bet with me?"
"bet?
Damn it, why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ll go back and get the money now. "
"Brother, I have two hundred dollars under my bed. Bring it to me. That's the money I saved to take the girl to camp... Damn it, if you dare to take advantage of me, I'll kick your ass off..."
"Fuck...fuck..."
The students have not been so happy for a long time. Today, the Chinese named Zhou Zhihan brought them fresh happiness!
The way Westerners express happiness is different. People everywhere are saying "fuck, fuck, stinky shit, damn brother..."
Some people support Ryunosuke Sakamoto to have the last laugh, and some support Zhou Zhihan to be the final winner. The best way to support is to bet on the person you support.
In the 1920s and 1930s, American soldiers were lazy and liked to smoke, drink, play cards, gamble, and go out to date local girls during their breaks. This had long become a kind of leisure culture for them, and the military turned a blind eye to it.
Especially after the Japanese army attacked Pearl Harbor and the United States declared war on Japan. During the war, no one knew whether they would be able to see the sunrise tomorrow. Therefore, as long as there was no serious violation of military discipline, officers were more laissez-faire towards their soldiers.
Both sides of the competition stand in front of the starting line.
There are three glasses of wine on each table at both ends of the 60-meter-long table.
Each glass of wine is 100 ml, and the 58-proof whiskey is as good as burning a knife, with more stamina.
The second and third competitions, how to drink, Zhou Zhihan wrote on the paper. Ryunosuke Sakamoto agreed after reading it, and then gave the paper to Sergeant Jink White for safekeeping. Before the third event, the paper was opened, the rules announced, and Sergeant Jink White personally supervised the pouring.
"What the hell?"
The students cursed again "..."
Ryunosuke Sakamoto took out a white band with "Must Win" written on it and tied it on his head, with the Japanese sun flag painted on it.
Zhou Zhihan was also prepared. He knew that the Japanese respected the spirit of Bushido and would bring something like a plaster flag with them in every competition.
Zhou Zhihan painted two national flags on his face.
Chinese flag.
Blue sky and white sun flag.
Before time travel, he was a member of the Communist Party of China.
After traveling through time, he represented the Chinese army in a competition with the Japanese at West Point Military Academy in the United States. Both flags represented the unyielding symbol of the Chinese nation.
The first competition is about to begin.
This competition is just about determining the winner and has nothing to do with time.
After Zhou Zhihan's rebirth in the morning, he was 100% sure of defeating Ryunosuke Sakamoto, but he did not use any slightly superior combat skills.
His physical fitness can meet all the training requirements of the Marine Corps.
But when it came to a slap in the face, Zhou Zhihan didn't dare to slack off, concentrated on it, and went all out.
"Bang!"
A student pulls the starting gun.
The two of them rushed out at the same time.
Surrounded by cheers, cheers, the sound of spitting fragrance, the sound of bottles clinking...
Zhou Zhihan moved like a rabbit, and his super explosive power kept him ahead. He rushed to 60 meters first, picked up the wine, and drank heavily.
"OK!"
"Fu...ckfuck...fuck..."
The students raised their glasses and cheered, drinking along with Zhou Zhihan.
This is so fucking cool.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke's explosive power started a second later than his opponent, and he never caught up. He reacted quickly, gritted his teeth, slapped himself in the face, and used his skillful pole-touching skills to take advantage of the situation and run back first.
This slap instantly ignited the enthusiasm on the field.
"gogogo..."
The students saw Ryunosuke Sakamoto slap himself in the face and loudly urged him to run.
The students hope that Zhou Zhihan will be the next person to slap himself.
Slap everyone,
That's cool,
That's called wonderful.
Zhou Zhihan swallowed the wine in two big gulps, and when he turned around to run, he was already two seconds slower than Ryunosuke Sakamoto.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke sprinted almost with all his strength. He had already slapped himself and had to regain his face first.
Just when Sakamoto Ryunosuke was still two steps away from grabbing the wine glass, he heard the students urging him to "go, go, go!" and his eyes flashed. Zhou Zhihan had already taken the lead, picked up the wine glass, and drank heavily.
"Shit..."
"grass……"
The students saw that Sakamoto Ryunosuke was about to touch the wine glass, but in the flash of lightning, the wine glass was snatched away by Zhou Zhihan.
Sakamoto Ryunosuke was also a ruthless man. He touched the benchmark, slapped him with his backhand again, turned around and ran back. His cheeks were burning and his finger prints were bulging.
This time, he was at least two seconds ahead of Zhou Zhihan!
He is bound to win this time.
There are no more than three things.
I can’t slap myself anymore.
"gogogo..."
There were cheers of encouragement for Ryunosuke Sakamoto all around, and the cheers at this moment were like countless slaps hitting Ryunosuke Sakamoto's heart.
After running wildly to the turnaround, Sakamoto Ryunosuke was panting and reached for the wine glass. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the wine glass, his other hand was one palm away from him and grabbed the wine glass first.
"grass……"
The students couldn't stand it anymore. Sakamoto Ryunosuke was so pitiful. Everyone was eager to see Zhou Zhihan slap himself in the face.
"Snapped!"
Sakamoto Ryunosuke was burning with anger. He didn't know whether he was angry at himself for being incompetent or because he hated the opponent for being too strong. He touched the benchmark, slapped himself hard on the face, turned around and ran again. At this time, he was already riding a tiger.
“Japanese, gogog…”
The students really wanted to see Zhou Zhihan talking loudly on his own.
At the beginning of the fourth 60 meters, Ryunosuke Sakamoto was at least three seconds ahead of Zhou Zhihan, but his speed began to drop. However, this time he was determined to win. If his speed dropped, Xianyu's speed would definitely drop as well!
Understand, three seconds, what an advantage it is to be three seconds ahead.
Since humans are made of flesh and blood, no one’s physical fitness will not decline after a 180-meter sprint.
Unless the machine.
The two of them began to sweat profusely. Zhou Zhihan sweated even more after drinking. He ran through the crowd, bringing with him a strong smell of alcohol, which made everyone wonder whether his drink had turned into Sweat poured out.
But everyone is just thinking about it, and even fools know that drinking wine cannot be converted into sweat immediately. This is unscientific.
When Zhou Zhihan was drinking, nearly a hundred pairs of eyes were staring at him. He was so stuffy that he didn't even drink a drop.
Just like an alcoholic.
However, time travelers are inherently unscientific.
The time traveler has his own miracle system.
Specializes in treating those who are unconvinced.
