"28 minutes and 40 seconds!"

Lieutenant Gallon finally saw Zhuang Yan touching the edge of the pool for the last time, and stopped. The man came out of the water, lay on the concrete floor beside the pool with his hands, and gasped for breath.

The person named Cui Weinan who was standing on the shore started to scream slightly, as if he had won the lottery...

He still couldn't understand Chinese, so he simply took big steps.

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

Cui Weinan didn't expect Galon to appear suddenly in the swimming pool. Before he could react, Galon walked to his side like he was.

"Can you let me see the time?"

Lieutenant Gallon asked very politely and politely.

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

But if you do that, the intention will be as obvious as the reef exposed to the water after the ebb.

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

The comprehensive factors are intertwined, Cui Weinan should just forget it.

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

"28 minutes and 40 seconds!"

He also exclaimed.

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

He raised his head, looked at Cui Weinan, then turned to Wei Shuping, and finally turned to the solemn and still lying on the edge of the pool to breathe.

Because at this time, you can only qualify for one mile backstroke swim.

But what surprised Garon was not only this very excellent time, but two days ago, on the afternoon when he was about to leave camp on Friday, C-C had trained to swim the 1-mile backstroke course here.

What impressed me most at that time was that the best result in the entire platoon was Lieutenant Qasim from Country H.

Since the start of training, Kasim has been a leader in any subject involving physical fitness.

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

This made many members of the Navy special forces in T country feel very disappointed. "Uncle" Achim deliberately or unintentionally hit his own students in his words several times, saying that they "disgrace the reputation of the navy."

At that time, Lieutenant Qasim's 1-mile backstroke flippers swim was 29 minutes and 44 seconds, which was absolutely impressive.

During the training on Friday afternoon, Garon didn't pay attention to the solemn score, but in short, the score would never be too outstanding.

Because of your excellent grades, I will definitely remember them.

But now Zhuang Yan’s time is 28 minutes and 40 seconds, which is 1 minute faster than Kasim’s time!

God!

Could this be true??

He couldn't help but walk to the edge of the pond, squatted down and asked Zhuangyan: "37 turn back?"

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

Zhuangyan could only nod.

The truth cannot be covered up, just like a needle hidden under a clothes that always appears.

“Yes, 37 rebates.”

Zhuangyan climbed up from the water and wiped the water from her face.

"Lt. Gallon, are you back to school so early today?"

Gallon no longer wanted to bring the topic to himself, but stared at Zhuang Yan and asked, "Can you do it again?"

Zhuangyan smiled bitterly and said, "No, because I'm too tired."

One mile is more than 1.6 kilometers. After swimming like this, anyone will be tired.

Gallon thought about it, too.

But he suddenly understood.

There are problems with these three Chinese students!

It’s not that they are not able to train, they are hiding their strength!

Just as he discovered something amazing, Garron suddenly grabbed Zhuangyan.

"Zhuang, are we good friends?"

Zhuangyan nodded: "Of course, of course you are."

Gallon said seriously: "Since you are a friend, can you train me?"

"Training?" Zhuang Yan felt a little embarrassed.

He was just a first-class non-commissioned officer, and the Garons standing in front of him were almost 30 years old and were still a lieutenant.

Let yourself, a first-class non-commissioned officer, train a lieutenant from T country?

Is this an international joke?

"Lt. Gallon..."

"Oh! Don't call me lieutenant." Galon spread his hands and said with a painful expression: "Didn't we have a consensus just now? We are friends, and there is no need to call me rank among friends. Just call me GALONG, do you understand?"

He was afraid that Zhuang Yan would not understand, so he repeated it again.

“Galon—ok?”

"Galon, there are instructors in the school. Why don't you come to me to train them?"

"They...ah, it's hard to describe in any way, you won't understand. As long as you promise me and train me, I can give you a satisfactory explanation." Gallon's expression looked very sincere, not like making excuses or joking.

Zhuang Yan had some difficulties in doing things, and didn't know whether he should agree to Galong, so he turned around and asked Cui Weinan for help.

"Weinan, what do you think you should do?"

Cui Weinan said helplessly: "Don't look at me, I can't do anything. He saw everything. He can't just drag him into the swimming pool and drown him to silence him?"

Wei Shuping interrupted, "Since he is sincere in studying, let him come back to school on Sundays and Saturdays to train with us. Anyway, there are so many pools, so it's not that there is no one more person.

Now, whether it is a closure or friendship, Zhuangyan can only agree.

"Well, Galone, if you want, every Saturday and Sunday from now on, as long as we don't leave the city, you can come and join us."

"That's great!" Garon was as happy as a child who got the candy: "Zhuang, you will be my swimmer from now on!"

Looking at Garon who was overjoyed, he felt a little confused in his mind.

Why did I become a foreign apprentice in a mess? I was actually a lieutenant?

Zhuang Yan couldn't help asking: "Then, can you tell me why you didn't ask the instructors in the teaching group to help you train, but instead looked for us? I remember you, Achim, Ahmed, and Falih, all came from the same army and knew each other..."

Gallon sighed and said a reason.

"Zhuang, you may not understand some of the rules in our Navy's special forces, and the rules of this school. Yes, I know them, and I have been together in a combat unit for a while, but this does not mean that I will be treated with special care. Do you understand?"

He stopped talking, paused, and then said, "If I go to them to train me, maybe there will be more serious consequences, and I may not want to see that."

Gallon's answer is confusing.

According to our pla, comrades-in-arms are as close as brothers, and that is all revolutionary brotherhood.

What's more, Garon is a celebrity in the Navy. Do those teachers just give this star of the Navy football team?

Besides, Ahmed and Achim are instructors, and Gallon is a student. What's the problem with training his own students?
Chapter completed!