Lying on the bed, Jing Jian was also confused.

I understand the old soldier He Guoxiong very much. He is extremely anxious and extremely disappointed with the backwardness of the country and the troops. It seems to have grabbed a life-saving straw. I hope that Huaqing students like Jing Jian can work hard, recover a little bit, and catch up a step by step.

However, will He Guoxiong really believe in success now? Will he really believe that Jing Jian said "ensure to complete the task", and he will definitely be able to "take back the lost"? Based on the most optimistic situation, he may not even have one ten thousand confidences. Open the country's door and have the opportunity to look at the world. Only then can he realize that there is a kind of backward name called despair!

There is no doubt that He Guoxiong just hopes that someone can deceive him, and it’s better to have a glimmer of hope. And Jing Jian really satisfied him well.

Thinking of this, Jing Jian suddenly burst into laughter. In fact, in 20 or 30 years, the aircraft carrier was available, the stealth aircraft was successful, the Shenzhou entered space, Beidou, drone... At that moment, he felt a sense of pride. In such despair, there were countless like He Guoxiong who were working hard bit by bit. He didn't need any reborn help, but he still caught up and became the leader. This is my country, my nation! It's mine!

After being reborn, Jing Jian had doubts about himself for the first time - what should his life goal be?

Until I fell asleep, there was still no answer. In my previous life, I could say that I was patriotism and had feelings for the army. But I really said that I made selfless contributions to the country and the people? Donating something that is not painful is absolutely fine, but doing more? Then.... After rebirth, aren't you tired of it? Isn't your wife and children warm up? Why did you have to bear this heavy burden when you were admitted to Huaqing? It's strange. This broken yard is really evil.

In the end, Jing Jian finally decided to go his way and live a leisurely life. Of course, those who can help are help, but those who are too troublesome are fine. After all, He Guoxiong’s hopes and expectations are not his own.

...

At 5:40 a.m., Jing Jian woke up on time. After washing up in 10 minutes, he arrived at the East Playground before 6 o'clock. He warmed up for 5 minutes, practiced a set of single and double bars in 15 minutes, and then started a day's long-distance running around.

Wearing a vest, he ran on the coal chip track. Looking back at the same morning exercise in his previous life, he was ridiculed by Zhao Xia's classmates and colleagues, as if he was just a well-developed limbs and even was unable to hold his face and secretly persuaded him. In the end, he could only interrupt in shame. However, now, Jing Jian just wanted to shout to the sky: "Young master, I am finally qualified!"

One round, two rounds, three or four rounds..., sweating profusely, and energy was all over. More and more people were exercising early. Suddenly, a white figure rushed past her and looked back provocatively.

"Damn!" Jing Jianke accelerated, caught up with him in a few steps, and quickly passed the man. He looked at the face that was running with gritted teeth, arrogantly comparing his lips, "Small!" However, he was extremely happy and sad. The sprint was too strong, and his stamina was a little insufficient. Not long after, he felt that the steps behind him were getting closer and closer...

On the track, two figures were chasing each other. The students who exercised early all had experience, and two more male hormonal surplus were added. Get out of the main track and make these two guys crazy. Some were applauding and cheering, while others were making weird screams.

Until the tenth lap, the two of them rushed at the same time, almost crossing the finish line side by side. They gasped and slowly recovered. The person on the opposite side nodded: "Have you seen you, the freshman who just arrived?"

"Jing Jian, a first-year chemistry department." Jing Jian stretched out his hand.

"Yang Gang, third-year in the Department of Physics." He also stretched out his hand and the two shook, "Welcome to Wudaotun Sports School."

Seeing Yang Gang full of energy and leaving while jogging, Jing Jian smiled slightly. In his previous life, he had always heard the nickname "Wudaotun Sports School" and had always known that Huaqing valued sports in a perverted way. He heard that the standards were higher than some foreign troops and police. He used to secretly laugh at him, a group of people who were full! But now? Jing Jian laughed and scolded: "This broken yard!" Before he knew it, he actually felt a sense of belonging to this broken yard.

He reached out and took off his vest, preparing to wipe it, "tearing it", and the vest was pulled a big hole. He smiled and shook his head, thinking about his own little inner and outer garments, and thought to himself: "It's time to buy a few."

...

When he walked into the classroom, the people in the same dormitory had already left a seat for him. He waved to Jing Jian to come and sit down. Wu Heng whispered: "Why didn't you see you when I woke up early?"

"I went to exercise early."

"Isn't the class officially going to begin next Monday? So early?"

"Are there many girls?" Mu Guangzhong came over. The other people's eyes shining, and even Yu Hai was dodging.

"Haha, I saw a white ray of elegance on the black long training." The poetic and picturesque words were thought of Yang Gang's ball of white flesh in his heart.

Sure enough, those few people were full of thoughts. Mu Guangzhong slapped his thigh: "I decided that there is no fragrant grass in the world!"

Jing Jian smiled and joked: "The aunt will beat you to death. It's better to go back and harm the girl from Hujiang!"

"Yes, yes!" The other people started to make a fuss, it would be better to have fewer competitors.

Suddenly, the female classmate in front turned around angrily: "Be gentle! Is it reasonable? If you don't study in Huaqing, you will go to love?" Jing Jian was stunned. It turned out that he had seen the short-haired beauty who nodded at the door of the girl's dormitory.

The few people were disappointed and stopped talking. Not long after, a female teacher in her thirties wearing glasses came in: "Hello, classmates, are you all here? I am the counselor of your Class 84301, named Zhou Pingyin." As she spoke, she wrote down her name on the blackboard.

Then we started to call the regular name. The whole class was 37 and 11 girls were all there. What Jing Jian paid more attention to was that the local girl in Beijing was named Chu Yueting. Another thing was strange. The 11 girls were wearing big red dresses, including Chu Yueting. The same dress was so similar? It was simply a question whether this was the school uniform of a girl in Huaqing?

Soon we entered the next program - classic opening nonsense: "Students! You come from all over the world, for a common goal, to..."

Finally finished speaking this passage. Teacher Zhou Pingyin continued to host the next round - self-introduction.

"Students will introduce themselves, and click the name first. Those who call the name first will be members of the temporary class committee. After one month, the students will be familiar with each other, the formal election will be held..."

"Okay, the first one is the temporary class monitor. Jing Jian!"
Chapter completed!