Meng Qingxiao lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists tightly. He knew that he was in the wrong this time, so he didn't say anything and just started working on the spot.
1, 2, 3...102, 103...200...
The sound of counting echoed on the balcony. Wang Wei's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
When he reached more than 300, Meng Qingxiao's face was already flushed. He was also a person who had learned and practiced, spent all day in the gym, and was a master of Taekwondo. However, such a high-intensity push-up training, He had never done this before, but he was gritting his teeth and persisting. He didn't want to give up on this matter. His sweat had soaked through his body, forming a human-shaped portrait underneath him.
410, 411…
At this time, Meng Qingxiao's body had begun to tremble, and every move seemed very difficult.
Wang Wei knew that this was already his limit. He could not finish 500, so he squatted down and said softly: "Brother, take a rest and do it again. The leader did not require that you have to finish it all at once, and He won’t know either.”
At this time, Zheng Weiguo had already gone downstairs, and he was not watching over Meng Qingxiao.
Meng Qingxiao wanted to cry, but he held back. He felt humiliated. Did he really give up like that? no way! How could such a dignified man give up so easily! If you give up now, what else can you accomplish in the future?
450, 451, 452…
Wang Wei continued to count for him. When he counted to 400, Wang Wei's eyes were full of admiration, and now, his face is full of admiration. 500 push-ups are nothing to him, but who is Meng Qingxiao? He is still a college student who has not graduated from graduate school. It is simply incredible that he can achieve this level.
Meng Qingxiao is still pushing his limits, which is simply not something ordinary people can do. Even Wang Wei has to admit that he was not as good as Meng Qingxiao when he first joined the army.
480, 481, 482…
At this time, all the soldiers on the balcony stopped training. They all ran over to cheer for Meng Qingxiao to count, and every count resounded throughout the sky.
Downstairs, technical services office.
Zheng Weiguo was sitting in the seat that originally belonged to Zhang Ying. In addition to Zhang Ying, there were two other people, Xu Haocun and Meng Yuxin. They were staring at the computer screen together. What was displayed on it was a picture of Meng Qingxiao doing push-ups. The soldiers were counting. The sound also sounded in the room.
497
"There are still three left, don't give up." When Meng Qingxiao reached 450, many people advised him to give up. However, now, no one advises him to give up. Everyone is encouraging him. Let him hold on.
498
"There are two left, come on!"
490
Now, no one spoke. Everyone was clenching their fists, eyes unblinking, and many people even began to breathe heavily.
None of these people are experts. Normally, even if they see others doing push-ups with one hand, they would not look twice. However, now, they are attracted to Meng Qingxiao because they discovered from Meng Qingxiao that they are not capable of doing push-ups with one hand. The ability you possess is the ability to constantly break through your own limits.
Everyone witnessed with their own eyes that Meng Qingxiao was already struggling from the 400th stroke, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, and he could persist for another 100. This was simply a miracle!
This is a group of passionate young people who worship strong men and admire people with great perseverance. Although Meng Qingxiao is not a strong man, his perseverance has completely impressed all the soldiers present.
Meng Qingxiao felt as if there was a big mountain on his back, weighing him down and making him breathless. Every time he supported himself, he was very slow, and now he was even moving as slowly as a snail. However, he never gave up, and everyone could see that. , his arms are straining.
"We must succeed!" At this moment, there seemed to be countless voices shouting in Meng Qingxiao's ears.
On the 500th stroke, Meng Qingxiao began to exert strength. The sound of his rough breathing had now disappeared. Everyone was holding their breath and concentrating. They wanted to witness the miracle of this moment.
"This boy has a promising future!" Zheng Weiguo praised him. His eyes, which had been staring at the screen, moved away at this moment. He no longer paid attention to whether Meng Qingxiao's last move was successful, but stood up and returned to his own room. office because he believed Meng Qingxiao could succeed.
Sure enough, while he was still in the corridor, he heard violent cheers on the balcony. The sound penetrated the floors and spread throughout the 32nd floor.
The soldiers lifted Meng Qingxiao up, throwing him high and catching him again and again. Meng Qingxiao used his actions to win the respect of these young people who were arrogant deep down in their hearts.
Xu Haocun and Meng Yuxin couldn't bear it anymore and came to the balcony together to share Meng Qingxiao's joy.
While they were reveling, a cold voice suddenly asked: "What are you doing? Don't you need training anymore?" It turned out that it was Zhang Chao, the commander of the second battalion, who had returned.
Everyone immediately dispersed and continued training, but Wang Wei, who had been in charge of counting, kindly reminded Meng Qingxiao: "You have exceeded your limits many times just now. Don't just lie down on the bed and sleep, otherwise the second You won’t be able to get up, so I suggest you go to the basement for a walk and let your two friends help massage your arms until you regain your strength and then come back to rest.”
"Thank you, Brother Wang."
Zhang Chao ignored everyone and walked straight to Xu Haocun, looked him up and down and said, "He's recovering well."
Xu Haocun still had a good impression of Zhang Chao. During his illness, Zhang Chao sent many flowers, although none of the flowers were purchased by Zhang Chao himself.
"Hello, Commander Zhang, thank you for taking care of me."
Zhang Chao shook his head and said, "The only care I took for you was to kick you into the hospital. I didn't do anything else."
Zhang Haocun could only smile bitterly.
Zhang Chao glanced at Meng Qingxiao, but did not speak. Instead, he said to the soldiers who were training hard: "Okay, everyone, stop for a moment and gather now!"
"Stand at attention, look to the right, look forward, and take a break."
"Today's training is over. I'll give you half an hour to take a shower and change clothes." He said, glancing at his watch, and then continued, "It's now 13:55. Everyone will gather in the underground parking lot at 14:25. You're late. All will be disqualified from participating in this mission. Dismissed."
Zhang Chao turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Meng Qingxiao: "Wait a minute, Battalion Commander Zhang, are you going to save my sister?"
Zhang Chao thought for a while but decided to tell the truth. He nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
Meng Qingxiao was immediately overjoyed and shouted: "I'll go too!"
Zhang Chao answered the question incorrectly: "You are not my soldier, and you are not under my control." After saying that, he went downstairs.
