Special Forces: Class Reunion, I Parachute In A Tank

At night, the female soldiers dragged their sore bodies back to the dormitory.

After a day of fighting training, everyone's bodies were covered with bruises and purple patches.

"Ah~"

"Hiss~11

"oops!"

In the dormitory at this time, painful moans came and went.

"I don't know if I can improve my fighting skills if I continue to practice like this."

"But there is one thing I know very well. If I continue to practice, I may really be useless."

"Yeah, this training really hurts!"

"Look at me, it's all swollen!"

"Who isn't, I don't have a single intact place on my body now, it's all leftovers!"

Everyone complained.

At this moment, Liu Kejia was holding a pair of scissors and standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror, it was obviously darker than when I first came here.

The contours that were softer at first are now somewhat resolute.

These are all the 29 results of hard training during this period of time.

But these are nothing to her, she can accept them all.

only the hair.....

Liu Kejia's eyes moved to her pitch-black hair, and a look of pain appeared on her originally calm face.

As a member of an art troupe, she cared more about her physical appearance, especially her beautiful hair, which she cared for even more.

But at the moment, she's going to cut it off because it's getting in the way of her training.

He picked up all the hair with his left hand, and picked up a pair of scissors with his right hand. As soon as he was cruel, he gritted his teeth and cut it off.

Just when she was about to cut it, she stopped again, her eyes full of tangled colors.

Her heart was struggling painfully, vacillating between cutting and not cutting.

At this moment, Liu Kejia thought of what her teacher Tang Zuo said during the day, and thought of the teammates who had been implicated by her, and her heart gradually became firm.

Suppressing tears, he raised the scissors and cut off the hair at shoulder length.

She thought she wouldn't cry, but looking at the broken hair in her hand, she couldn't help crying.

In order not to let her comrades hear, she covered her mouth and tried her best not to cry too loudly.

Ten minutes later, Liu Kejia calmed down slowly.

Now I have cut my hair without cutting it, and I have vented it too.

After tidying up her mood, Liu Kejia stood up, bagged the cut hair and put it in her pocket.

After washing his face and tidying up his military uniform, he made it look as if nothing had happened to him, then walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the dormitory.

As soon as they returned to the door of the dormitory, the people who were still screaming screamed as if their throats had been locked, and their voices stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at Liu Kejia in surprise, as if they had never seen her before.

"Kejia, why did you cut your hair?"

Yang Jia, who teamed up with Liu Kejia to train during the day, suddenly saw Liu Kejia's strangeness, stepped forward immediately, pointed to Liu Kejia's hair, and asked in a very surprised tone.

Not only her, but everyone else also looked curious about the baby.

They knew that Liu Kejia attached great importance to hair, so they couldn't believe that Liu Kejia cut her hair just like that.

"Nothing, I saw it as a hindrance to training, so I cut it off."

Her tone was very calm.

When everyone heard the words, some of the expressions were a bit complicated, and the meaning was difficult to understand.

Some people don't think so, they think it should have been cut off, and it's really good to be able to keep it until now.

Yang Jia patted Liu Kejia on the shoulder, then returned to her bed and lay down.

Liu Kejia also returned to her bed, took out her hair and put it away, and then lay down quietly to rest.

Everyone stopped talking, and all lay peacefully on their respective beds.

They were also tired, they had trained fighting all day, and they just wanted to vent the pressure in their hearts by complaining.

At night, everyone had already fallen asleep, but from time to time someone would touch a sore spot on their body and couldn't help but groan.

At five o'clock in the morning of the next day, everyone got up as usual under the urging of the whistle, ready to start a day of training.

While queuing up, Ling Feng and the others also noticed that Liu Kejia had cut off her hair, but there was no hope on her face, all of them were as calm as water.

After a few words of training, some precautions, and comments on the performance of several people yesterday, Ling Feng sent everyone to train.

When we came to the fighting training ground, everyone still trained one-on-one like yesterday.

Liu Kejia originally thought that she would not be affected if she cut off her hair, and it was true.

Although the hair is not affected now, but because the hair is cut off, it affects her mood, which also affects her training state.

Waking up this morning, Liu Kejia wanted to tidy up her hair as usual.

It wasn't until I touched it that I realized that my hair had been cut off by myself.

The mood can't help but turn sour, and the mood suddenly fell to underestimation.

So at the moment of training, she is very out of shape, feeling a little muddled.

"Kajia, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing her like this, Yang Jia couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Liu Kejia had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Sorry, Yang Jia, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Yang Jia said comfortingly:

"You didn't do anything to me, why do you keep saying sorry?"

He paused, then continued:

"Do you want to tell the instructor that you should take a good rest first?".