"Hey, you're looking forward to it"
Kim Se-yeon told Park Jin-sung, who was sitting in a transparent chair next to her.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
In fact, what Park Jin-sung was doing was worse than an invisible chair. It is a bad habit that seems to be just
sitting on a chair with a slightly floating posture.
"What do you mean? Today is the day to measure your physical strength. It's an opportunity to be a special
agent."
"Oh, you mean the special forces? Well, why is that so important?"
an army specialist
more than 90 percent of the 20 shots fired.
More than 72 push-ups in 2 minutes,
More than 82 sit-ups in 2 minutes,
A three-kilometer walk of no more than 12 minutes and 30 seconds.
It is a very honorable title that can only be obtained if all those items are achieved at the same time. Only real
people with excellent physical abilities can put the Taegeuk mark on their name tags.
After mankind awakened to Idea, they had to take tests arbitrarily assigned by each unit instead of shooting
events. Kim Se-yeon poked Park Jin-sung in the side to put him on a chair.
"Are you not interested? That's unexpected. I thought it was because of the special forces because you guys
keep your eyes on me."
"Hahaha. We've already surpassed the limited express. If I had to put it on, would you be a super warrior?
"…That's why you're teased every day by Ahn Sung-ho for being a 8th grader."
The reason why the zombies became motivated was not just because of the limited express.
Lee Shin, whom I met by chance, and Park Jin Sung, whom I found.
You don't deserve to be in a zombie squad if you don't burn up after seeing such a great person. Zombie
University is already a super-special team work.
Whenever I see a zombie captain, I think of Lee Shin's greatness, and that was the driving force to improve
the zombie squad.
[As expected, our leader!] He's our leader!
[Leader is the best!]]
How many times did he run to stop the itching of his mouth?
The combative training of the zombie squad gave Ahn Sung-ho a big smile.
[Laughing. Lovely.]
[What? Rice, sergeant?]]
Ahn Sung-ho's tap on Park Jin-sung's shoulder increased, and each time, Park Jin-sung widened the distance,
saying, "What about BL?"
Unlike Zombie University, Park Jin-sung did not pay much attention to Lee Shin.
This is because there is nothing I can do even if I care about it, and I thought I would meet again for some
reason. (Sound effects)
The 10th platoon leader, armed with a patrol watch and a simple chart plate, came in half laughing.
"Are you ready? If you're ready, let's go right away."
The 10th platoon moved slowly to the training ground.
The parade ground was rife with traces of someone. In reality, there was no one, but the footprints here and
there were quite busy measurements."
The 10th platoon leader took the whistle out of the hard-bread pocket.
"We'll start measuring right away because we're in the third squadron next time. Men do push-ups first, come
out. We're going to count the numbers, and we're going to send two people to each squad, and the first, fourth
and second and third teams are going to watch each other, okay?"
"What?"
Park Jin-sung's eyes, which were trying to lie down moderately, found a person hanging around outside the
battalion.
He seems to have thought it was okay because it was far away, but it is difficult to ignore Park Jin-sung's
sense. In fact, he was big enough to be seen from a distance.
Park Jin-sung even captured the boy hiding in the wall clumsily.
"Partial dam? Partial dam!"
"Huh? Why are you calling me?" My husband, can you give me a sexy cheer before you go to the manor? It's
Seoyeoniei! Whiteying!
"Please stop making fun of me.... Whoo. More than that, when someone is watching you, are you the type to
discourage that person with all your might, or are you the type to deceive them moderately?"
"Well, I'm the type that's pure and pure and sexy."
"Please do one thing, just one thing. Oh, no! That's not it!
Park Jin-sung shook his head while lying face down.
"Then tell me what?! Of course, I'm the type to crush it completely! How dare you think about measuring
me? Hmph! You have to make sure you don't think of anything like that."
"Is that so? Then... I'll just do it in the middle."
"Humph! I hate green frogs. If you want to be my wife, I want you to break that habit."
"Wife or husband? Please do a concept, too!""
Kim Se-yeon, who was giggling with a white jade face, made a serious look.
"Who's watching...?"
"It's near the entrance of the battalion."
"Let me see. Huh? I'm wearing a combat uniform Are you from our generation? I think he's really tall, too."
"The colors of the combat uniforms are subtly different."
"Jinseong, you're from Mongolia, right?" Actually, I'm a big fan of Mongolia."
"I'm a traditional, pure-blooded, 100 percent Korean. So please don't just look at it."
Beep!
The 10th platoon leader blew the whistle.
The platoon members with their own goals began pumping vigorously. As soon as everyone burned up for
two minutes, Park Jin-sung looked outside the battalion for a while.
"Heehee. Let's just show them a little bit."
There is no fetish that hides its power, but it is also true that it does not want to live up to the expectations of
people who don't even know who
After 30 seconds passed, the 10th platoon leader expressed concern to Park Jin-sung.
"Ji, Jinseong, won't you start?"
"I hesitated for a while because I was in bad condition. Let's get started right away."
Cracking sound.
When Park Jin-sung grabbed the floor, the sound he heard for the first time rang. It awakened the realization
that the clear handprints left on the ground were torn.
"Hi! Ah! Ah!!"
The 1st Haeundae Special Education Battalion's guerrilla training, led by a scathing shout, and the dignity of
the 1st overall grade.
"Sigh, that's not fair. You can just be quiet."
Kim Se-yeon covered her face with embarrassment, but that did not mean that Park Jin-sung's overwhelming
physical strength was covered.
He's actually the first trainee in the Hard Training club.
the head of a mad zombie squadron
"Let's all train our bodies!" The main character who started the boom.
Beep beep!
"Two minutes are over! Based on the 10th platoon leader, start with the left and say the number!" "45!"
"79!!"
"30…."
Park Jin-sung was lined up at the far end of the man.
Whenever mixed voices passed by, other people were nervous for no reason.
They are also curious. Let's see how many Park Jin-sung has committed.
My heart is pounding!
In particular, the second-minute squad members who monitored Park Jin-sung's number had to comfort his
bulging chest. It was because Park Jin-sung missed the number in the middle because he performed at a
ridiculous speed.
"The last man! "How many did you do?"
"I did 100." "...."
The rest of the platoon members all looked at Kim Se-yeon.
There is only one person here who can tell the truth of that ridiculous figure.
"Hey, that's the worst. Isn't it 102?""
"No, I got exactly 100 on purpose."
"Oh, really? I counted wrong, too."
The platoon members quietly nodded to the unrealistic conversation between Kim Se-yeon and Park Jinsung. "I see…"
100 in 90 seconds, so you did more than one in a second....
No wonder it was so fast....
There was no platoon member who could refute it, and no platoon member who wanted to refute it. I was just
a little nervous at the sight that I couldn't get used to.
Park Jin-sung peeked toward the entrance of the battalion.
"What?"
What the.
The unidentified watchdog was laughing his head off. scaring away with the common saying
It was like Park Jin-sung's terrible performance and laughing at the surprised platoon members.
"Next! Sit-ups!"
I was a little surprised, but I thought it was a good thing.
It doesn't really matter what he thinks of us. It's a good thing you're taking that smug interest away with this.
Just enough, just enough
Park Jin-sung deliberately followed the measurement while keeping the appropriate line. Of course, even this
was a sufficiently surprising figure.
[JIN SUNG's body measurement]
Push-ups for 2 minutes: 100 times (72↑/special)
Sit up for 2 minutes: 100 times (82↑/special)
3 km running: 11 minutes and 11 seconds (12 minutes and 30 seconds ↓ / express)
Among men, Park Jin-sung alone and Kim Se-yeon only among women passed the measurement by express.
Although men and women have different standards for special fighters, Kim Se-yeon was not inferior to
ordinary men.
"Yoo-hoo. Jin-sung, we're going to become special fighters, right?" Are we a special couple now? Or a
special couple?
"I don't like the Muscle Man couple because of their personal tastes. So don't make fun of me."
"This, this guy?! I'm just a little bit bouncy! Here! Touch it! Hurry up!!"
Kim Se-yeon, who was angry, stuck out her belly and thighs recklessly.
"Ah! This is sexual harassment! Sexual harassment!"
"What? What? What? What? What? Say it again! No... In other words, die.... I'm just gonna blow it up
wherever I'm gonna blow it up.!!"
"Ugh! What the hell do you want me to do?"
While Park Jin-sung and Kim Se-yeon were making rakugo, the next measurement continued. The 10th
platoon leader, who is already familiar with that landscape, continued his schedule regardless.
The last measurement thus approached.
Unit discretionary testing in lieu of shooting.
The 10th platoon leader, who finished organizing the charts, looked through the lovely 10th platoon members.
"The last measurement that Haeundae chose is ideological art."
"What? Idea art?" Was there something like that?'
"Use your ideas to create the most artistic work. The time limit is 30 minutes. If it's not your idea, the worse
you are, the higher your score will be."
"Hehe."
Park Jin-sung slipped back.
In the first place, there are few art that can be done by dagger and murder.
"[Blood-snipping dagger]!]"
Park Jin-sung threw a dagger at the entrance of the battalion while other platoon members were briefly in
panic.
(Singing "Crying")
The deadly dagger was inserted at right angles to the entrance pillar. It was a reply for the guy who was
looking at this side until now, but there was no response whether he was already running away.
'Was I the goal?'
Even if the dagger flew quite a long distance, it was not easy to respond. Seeing that there is no sign of
surprise, it means that he has been watching Park Jin-sung all the time.
Why did you keep staring at me?'
It is a conjecture based on absolute confidence in the physical. No one can dare stop Park Jin-sung's
physicality unless he is Ahn Sung-ho.
I was going to dedicate a voyeur as a work of art. Then I missed my work and the number of pretending not
to know.' Park Jin-sung sighed deeply with regret. If I knew this would happen, I should have thrown it harder.
Meanwhile, while Park Jin-sung was taking a deep breath, the other platoon members were in the midst of
enthusiastic work.
"[Take out what's stuck and swing it!]
Wood-deuk. Coo-woong! Coo-woong!
Byun Ki-young pulled out two trees and sprinkled leaves on the head of the platoon leader. Rubbing the
entire branches together created a beautiful effect as if it were raining.
"LOL! Captain of the platoon leader? Name of the work. How about Leaf Rain in a fairy tale? Just give me a
perfect score, will you?"
"Oh, how pretty. I'll use the effect well, squad leader. [Baekok goblin!]
Kim Se-yeon took out a small cutter knife from her jacket pocket.
(Singing "Sound. (Singing "Sound effects!
All the leaves flying on the 10th platoon leader split in two.
It was the moment when things that were falling in a sky were doubled in number. It split into two sides in
the air and scattered in all directions.
The Sword Expert-class goblin swung a short tool knife freely. It was not as good as Park Jin-sung, but it was
worth the title of a master.
"You scumbag?! Aren't you going over there? Don't ruin other people's work and go away!"
"What's wrong with the same squad? The special forces are out of control anyway."
"Do you think it all makes sense if you talk.... Do you want to die?"
"I think there was something under the special forces, what was it? A combat pro? Oh, sorry, sorry. Were you
aiming for that?"
The collaboration between Kim Se-yeon and Byun Ki-young was unrivaled in scale and delicacy. A number
of platoons wasted their time staring blankly were here and there.
"Hehe! Squad dam! Partial dam!" Excuse me, too.!"
"Huh? Is it Western?""
"Radioactive waste! What are you doing?!"
Park Jin-sung pushed himself into the artwork of the two.
"Smile. [Partial flesh]"
Park Jin-sung was partially killed by the recited words.
Only in his right arm was a hot whirlwind. The murder, which was about to come up on his right arm, was
firmly blocked by his shoulder and returned to the end of his right hand.
"Hi! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The scathing shouts that appeared again created a scathing work of art.
mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow
Park Jin-sung gave small holes one by one to the leaves that Kim Se-yeon broke in two.
Every time the red trajectory shot up, the leaves rattled. It was an irregular movement like a typhoon, but
there were no friends without holes.
"Hehe."
"It's a piece of waste, man.!"
"Oh, it's pretty good"
If the leaves scattered by toilet Ki-young were showers, the leaves cut by Kim Se-yeon were heavy rain. Park
Jin-sung presented holes to each leaf falling like a heavy rain.
"Huh... It's pretty."
The 10th platoon leader, who was watching the top, smiled without realizing it.