The three people lying on the bed reacted when they heard Zhou Hai's shouts. Jiang Lei and He Ping rubbed their sore and blood-red eyes. After a period of rest, their bodies not only did not relax, but instead felt sore and swelling and painful.

"I'll leave first." Zhou Hai saw that everyone had woken up, and said, got up and walked downstairs.

Zhang Zhe's face was plain and he didn't care that he was woken up by Zhou Hai. An Zhiruo Su, tidied up his appearance, got up, left the dormitory, and gathered downstairs.

He Ping rubbed his eyes and yawned: "Well, Jiang Lei, go."

"Okay." Jiang Lei scratched his itchy back shoulder and got up and got out of bed.

The twenty-five qualified candidates, except Zhou Hai, were basically in the reaction stage after strenuous exercise. The muscle fibers were torn, the legs were sore and weak, and there was a slight pain every time they moved.

After a few minutes of hard work, all the qualified candidates were assembled.

"After a moment, stand at attention, then go to the cafeteria to have a meal and follow me."

Standing in front of the team, the soldier He Quanrong and serious, looked at the tired candidates, his voice was loud and he issued instructions:

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Candidates at this stage cannot be called real soldiers, so their requirements for these candidates are naturally not so strict.

If it is a military camp, the same number of soldiers gather at a speed of more than one minute, and they will wait obediently to accept the punishment that makes people feel numb.

The team of candidates was like winding earthworms, and could only barely maintain their appearance. After the boys left the dormitory building, a team of nine girls also appeared one after another, following the boys' team.

The two teams, a total of 34 people, went straight to the canteen of the selection center.

The canteen is a bungalow building with only one floor, with an area of ​​about 200 square meters. The interior decoration is simple and atmospheric. It is responsible for supplying meals for all officers and soldiers and candidates of the entire selection center. On the left side of the gate are posted with a slogan on the red background and white characters "Cherish food, thrift and frugality".

At this time, many soldiers and officers in the cafeteria were queuing up for food, quiet and orderly.

"Dining freely, queuing up to get food, taking as much as you eat, and waste it is strictly forbidden." After the soldier He Quan took everyone outside the canteen, he explained the relevant matters: "Did you hear it clearly?"

"clear."

After receiving instructions, everyone nodded.

Immediately afterwards, all the male and female candidates walked into the cafeteria quietly and orderly, picked up clean and tidy dining plates, and lined up silently.

Dinner dishes are rich and there are many styles.

Bitter bamboo shoots, pickled cabbage and meat slices, cold cucumbers, green pepper stir-fried meat, steamed buns, spicy chicken diced rice, heated milk and many fruits.

In the military cafeteria, you can take care of yourself and have enough time, and it’s okay to eat as much as you want.

The canteen chef needs to be responsible for making meals, and the dishes are buffets. Buckets of white and hot iron buckets are filled with the latest dishes to be cooked.

However, most candidates currently have no appetite. They have made a little meal and just fooled it up. They didn’t dare to waste it. They were considered to have eaten.

Zhou Hua held a clean meal plate and a rice spoon, silently looking forward to it. After a candidate in front of him left, he came up and handed the meal plate to the uncle who was making the meal.

"Young man, how much do you eat?" The uncle took the plate and his wrinkled face showed Zhou Hai a kind and smiling face.

"Fight, uncle." Zhou Hai felt hungry from his abdomen and replied without hesitation.

"Haole."

Hearing the answer, the uncle picked up the rice spoon, dug out several pieces of rice from the iron plate of steamed rice filled with white rice, put it in the plate, and pointed it straight to the full, and handed it to Zhou Hai.

After taking the plate, Zhou Hai left the meal-making window and walked towards the self-service cooking area placed next to him, pointing directly at the fried pork with green peppers and spicy chicken.

Full.

All filled.

As a carnivore, the first choice is always delicious protein, no, meat.

After the meal, Zhou Hai held a full plate of food, found an empty space by the window in the cafeteria, picked up an iron rice spoon, and launched a fierce attack on the fragrant food in front of him.

Eating is always a happy and wonderful time, enjoying the feeling of food passing through the throat, passing through the esophagus, and finally falling into the stomach.

"Do you mind if I'm here?" At this moment, a light but slightly hoarse voice came.

Holding the dining plate with both hands, Han Ling looked at Zhou Hai with a smile, her wet hair slightly coiled up, and some were scattered on the right side of her forehead. Her face was delicate and beautiful, and she was like a blooming white peony, beautiful and elegant.

"Please sit."

Zhou Hai looked up at the girl he met, smiled slightly, and invited him to sit down while eating.

Han Ling sat down with a meal, with a dignified and generous posture. She picked up an iron spoon, took a spoonful of rice and put it into her mouth. She glanced at Zhou Hai and said softly:

"To be honest, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I didn't expect it?" Zhou Hai smiled, putting the fragrant and soft rice and green pepper into his mouth, chewed it quickly, and swallowed it into his abdomen.

"Well, I didn't expect that this year's college entrance examination, you scored 719 points, full-score mathematics, full-score science, and more than enough to go to Tsinghua and Peking University." Han Ling looked at Zhou Hai, nodded slightly, and her eyes were filled with confusion.

Tsinghua and Peking University, the two universities, are well-deserved by the top domestic universities, stand at the peak of the national university pyramid and are unparalleled.

According to common sense, Zhou Hai, who scored 719 in the college entrance examination, usually goes to Tsinghua University or Peking University, or goes abroad for further studies.

However, this second-tier Sichuan Province appeared at the selection center of the Capital Recruitment Bureau.

"Everyone has their own ambitions, right? I'll go get a meal."

Zhou Hai smiled slightly, solved the food in front of him in a few seconds, and then turned toward the meal window.

Han Ling was stunned for a moment, her delicate and beautiful face immediately showed a smile.

interesting.

At this time, all the candidates and soldiers had basically served food and sat at the dining table in the cafeteria to eat, and no one was queuing up at the meal-making window.

Zhou Hai arrived at the meal-making window and said to the uncle in the cafeteria inside: "Uncle, the meal is full."

"Young man, you are here again, aren't there enough food?" The uncle of the canteen showed a kind look on his face. He took the plate, filled it up, and handed it to Zhou Hai.

"Yeah, thank you." Zhou Hai smiled politely, nodded, and turned to go to cook.

Not enough to eat?

Sure.

This little meal is not enough to even stuff the teeth.

After a while, Zhou Hai returned to the original dining table with a plate full of food, looked at Han Ling and ate the meal in an orderly manner, and said:

"Where did you just talk about it?"

"You go and get the meal." Han Ling not only quipped, but also looked at Zhou Hai's full plate, and was a little confused: "Can you eat so much?"

If Han Ling remembered correctly, Zhou Hai had already eaten a whole plate of food a minute ago.

Now, Zhou Hai brought over another meal with a size of almost apart.

Can you eat so many meals?

Han Ling expressed doubts in her heart.

Zhou Hai smiled and said, "It's still early to eat." He sat upright opposite Han Ling, picked up the iron rice spoon, and started a new round of attacks.

PS: The cold has inexplicably worsened. Damn, I am now thirty-three degrees, wrapped in a down jacket to write.

There is another update when I have dinner in the evening. As for when I will eat,

Let the flow.
Chapter completed!