Being a Lady of an Influential Family

  Chapter 262 The situation of the four young masters (one more)

   "Report to the instructor!" a grumpy young man said loudly.

  The training field was quiet, and everyone looked at the team in unison.

   Leng Sa raised her eyebrows slightly, walked to a group and glanced at the youth's epaulettes and said, "Captain, please say."

The young man said loudly, "I remember that Feng Cheng's score last night was seventh from the bottom, one hour and twenty minutes behind the minimum standard time. Excuse me...Why did he appear here? Why was he assigned to one of us? team!"

  The other members of the team also nodded in agreement, they are all elites.

  Although I don’t know what the training is about, since the division is definitely a division. Being classified as a guy who failed his grades is likely to drag down their grades.

  The most important thing is that they worked hard to get the qualification to stay. This guy is not qualified to stand with them at all.

   Leng Sa slightly tilted her head, smiled and said, "Well, there were only 179 qualified people last night. I don't think it's a good team, so I picked one from the eliminated ones."

  This is true, she doesn't have the qualified elites who can operate in the dark.

  Of course, even if there are exactly one hundred and eighty, she would have to get one hundred and eighty one.

  "..." Then it should also be postponed to one place behind the passing line, instead of finding a countdown to replace it, right? Obviously, this reason cannot convince the masses.

Leng Sa lazily said, "Others already have other arrangements, so they can only pick someone from the back as a substitute. What's the matter? All of your elites can only team up with elites? Then on the battlefield, you won't have elite comrades. There is a war?"

  "Instructor, this is not fair to us!" Someone pointed out angrily.

  Leng Sa didn’t care, “Oh, last night’s top ten, five of them were in your team. What if you still think it’s unfair?”

The people of the first team had nothing to say, and Leng Sa clapped their hands and said: "Okay, this is how the team is. If you are not satisfied, just leave it to me. But don’t worry, everyone, the team will change from time to time, neither do you Will always be the same team. If you want to change teammates, you will work hard. In the future, your results will determine what kind of teammates you will have. Understand?"

   "Understood!" everyone responded in unison, roaring loudly on the training ground.

   Lengsa rubbed his ears disgustedly, "Just understand, listen to the instructor announce your daily training subjects for the next month."

  An assistant instructor stepped forward to announce everyone's daily training subjects for the past month, and many people couldn't help but whine secretly in their hearts.

  The amount of training is more than three times the original in the army. Training that could be easily achieved by elites like them, now has to work hard.

  Leng Sa didn't care about everyone's sad eyes and the wailing in his heart, and he waved his hand in a happy mood to indicate that the training can begin.

  On the training ground, the elites are fighting hard and desperately.

  On the edge of the training field, sitting lazily in the car drinking cold sour plum soup. Although Fu Dujun said that she would ask her to help with training, it is impossible for her to be responsible for everything alone. She only found six assistant instructors, all of them military masters with unique skills.

  It’s just that they are relatively older and can no longer participate in these young people’s competitions.

  In the first month, there was no plan to actually teach them any skills, so Leng Sa arranged all physical training and two hours of liberal arts tutoring every day.

  Specially invited experts in war research and military leaders from Yongcheng University to take turns to attend classes. If you don't enter this training camp, you will never enjoy this treatment. Therefore, even though they are half-dead from training every day, most of the elites still understand that at any rate, almost no one complains about being tired.

  But it’s one thing to train to be self-sufficient, and it doesn’t matter how the elites get along with each other internally.

  The training ended at noon that day, Leng Sa leaned on the side of the car as usual and watched the students disperse. Fu Yucheng, who was walking at the end, was obviously staggering.

  The last training subject just now is close combat. This is also the best time for many people to secretly fix their unpleasant people. Unfortunately, many people see Fu Yucheng not pleasing to the eye.

   "Madam Young Master, the Fourth Young Master seems to be injured." Xu Shaoming sat in the driver's seat and followed Leng Sa's gaze.

  Leng Sa nodded and said that he could see it too, "It shouldn't be a problem if the injury is not serious."

  Xu Shaoming was still a little worried, "Nothing will happen, right?" After all, it is the Fourth Young Master of the Fu Family. If something goes wrong, Mrs. Dasho will not be easy to explain.

   Leng Sa casually said: "What can be the matter? I can't deal with this matter, so he should not get involved in the army as soon as possible." Xu Shaoming nodded, of course he understands the truth of Madam Madam, but...

   "The Four Young Masters started too late, and it was a bit embarrassing for him to mix with these elites." These days, he often sees that it is quite difficult for Fu Yucheng to complete the daily training targets. In the first few days, he couldn't even work overtime. And his inability to accomplish means he is weak, the weaker he is, the more people around him look down on him, and the worse his situation in the training camp will be.

  Such a vicious cycle repeats, in short, Fu Sishao's life is very difficult these days.

   said coldly: "This is to blame your warlord. I didn't care about it before but now I am here to pull out the seedlings to help. If one is accidentally heavy, it may not be impossible to pull out the roots together."

  Xu Shaoming was speechless, watching Fu Yucheng walk away with difficulty, and said: "Should you let the doctor go and see?"

   "No need, can't hold back that he will report it himself. Let's go." Leng Sa said indifferently.

   Although she is not a doctor, she is quite experienced in external injuries. You can tell at a glance whether Fu Yucheng's injury is serious or not.

  Those young elites are not fools. They know what Fu Yucheng's strength can get here and what it means to be left behind. It's just a matter of venting your anger at the first lesson. What is the problem is that they can't eat it themselves, why bother?

  Wait until the car parked on the edge of the training field drove away quickly, Fu Yucheng turned around and looked in the direction where the car had left.

  He was suffering from pain all over his body at this moment. Just now, the close combat was repaired by several people in turn. Only then did Fu Yucheng know how weak he was. Before entering the training camp, Fu Yucheng felt that even if he was not as good as Fu Fengcheng, he would not be worse than most. But after coming here, he realized that he was really unsuccessful.

  In the past at school, those in Yongcheng felt good about themselves, but it was because someone was holding him.

   Now once he fell into such an environment that no one was holding, the illusory coat on his body immediately disappeared without a trace, revealing his true colors.

  Compared with body pain, psychological shock is actually more painful.

He knew that Leng Sa had been sitting in the car on the edge of the training field watching. He was falling to the ground one after another by a group of people under her gaze. An inexplicable sense of shame made Fu Yucheng hardly wanting Face Leng Sa again.

  But he also knew that he couldn't help but decide here. Leng Sa may not want to see him, but he cannot choose to see Leng Sa or not.

  He will not always be this weak! Fu Yucheng gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, he must be strong, and he must not let that woman read his jokes!

  Leng Sa returned to the villa in the city, Fu Fengcheng was soaking potion once a day.

  Compared with the first fierce reaction, Fu Fengcheng's performance now can be called calm. Old Hua couldn't help but sit down and watched and wondered, saying that this kid was a freak.

  Hua knew how painful the potion he had made. And this level of pain does not mean that you are used to it, it will only make you more afraid of experiencing that kind of pain again and again. So many people will give up halfway, or as long as the doctor feels that it is almost done.

  Fu Fengcheng is different. From the time the wound has healed slightly after the operation, he has been soaking for nearly half a month without any intention of shrinking.

   "Madam is back?" Seeing Leng Sa coming in, Fu Fengcheng put down the book in his hand and smiled at Leng Sa.

  Leng Sa looked at him and asked, "How is it?"

  Fu Fengcheng said, "Very well, I think the right leg is about to fully recover. Hua Lao's medicine is very useful."

  Leng Sa walked to the sofa and sat down, and smiled at Mr. Hua who was sitting on the side, “Hua is getting old with hard work these days.”

Elder Hua glanced at her and said: "You two are also weird. The wife runs away all day long outside, but the husband can squat at home."

  Of course, he knew that Fu Fengcheng didn't go out often because of inconvenience of legs and feet, but like Leng Sa, who had been running outside for days and never came back, it was unheard of for a daughter-in-law who didn't care about family affairs at all.

  The Fu family can tolerate such a daughter-in-law, which shows that Dujun Fu and this young master Fu are quite different from ordinary people.

Leng Sa laughed and said: "Let Huala laugh, I won't go out tomorrow, leave these things to me to do." Because Leng Sa is not here, Lan Jing has to stay in the house and deal with Leng Sa's trivial matters with Yuan Ying. Naturally, making potions for Fu Fengcheng could only be done by Mr. Hua himself.

  Fu Fengcheng Xijing, in this villa, apart from Xu Shaoming and others and kitchen cleaners, there is not even a servant who waits for the daily life.

  Old Hua snorted and stood up and said, "Of course you are here, do you still count on my old man to take care of this kid?" After speaking, he shook his hands and went downstairs.

  Looking at Hua Lao's back, he couldn't help but laugh, "This old gentleman's temper is really weird."

  Fu Fengcheng looked at Leng Sa, "Not going to the training camp tomorrow?"

   Leng Sa nodded and said, “I won’t go tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. It’s arranged that someone looks at me and there is nothing wrong with me. It happened that Fu Yingcheng said that there are some things at the car factory that I want to deal with.”

   Fu Fengcheng nodded and said: "There is no need for you to stare at all times, don't be too hard."

   Lengsa smiled, "I know, I'm not stupid. And, have you forgotten what day is the day after tomorrow?"

  Fu Fengcheng really forgot for a while, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What day?"

   Leng Sa sighed helplessly: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the training camp has to take a day off. The Warlord asked us to go back for the festival."

   Fu Fengcheng was a little surprised, "Mid-Autumn Festival..."

  The Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion festival, but Fu Fengcheng never celebrates this festival very much. In the early years, I was either alone in a foreign country or running around in the country. There were only one or two times in the middle of the Mid-Autumn Festival before being called back to the festival by Mrs. Fu and the old man in Yongcheng, but Fu Fengcheng also found it meaningless, right. This is not very enthusiastic.

   Seeing his indifferent expression, he said coldly: "What's the matter? You don't like it?"

  Fu Fengcheng looked at her and shook his head, and smiled lightly, “No, this is the first time we have a holiday together this year. I am very happy.”

  This year is a different starting point, and we should look forward to it.

  (End of this chapter)