Chapter 1862 (1/2)

Gao Chi let go, but Meng Chong wanted to call back.

The people around didn't want to be involved. They shook their heads hard, made their faces at them, and told them not to continue, so as not to repeat the tragedy of running 50 laps in the afternoon.

Meng Chong finally refused to let go of Gandhi. At the same time, an unusually tall Lang appeared in front of the crowd.

Everyone stood at attention automatically and instinctively straightened his back. Some people have recognized that the person who came in at the moment is not an instructor, but a man with a handsome face like a God. He pursed his thin lips slightly, and every deep line of his face seems to be engraved with perseverance.

The instructor followed him, and his serious temperament was many times weaker than him.

”Who was making a noise just now?” Lu Jingchen asked.

His voice is between Qingjun and mellow, with a slightly hoarse sexy and unspeakable beauty.

The voice also made people realize that he was not old.

If it weren't for the high rank of the medal on his shoulder, some people might think that he came here to participate in the screening just like himself.

”Report to Sir, no one is making a noise.” Someone said right away.

Lu Jingchen glanced coldly at everyone. With only one eye, he saw the scars on the faces of Meng Chong and Gao Chi.

He paced slowly in front of them.

Everyone held their breath, because Lu Jingchen's slow pace did not make them feel relaxed, but felt strong pressure. It can be imagined that if a tiger paced slowly in front of you, it would bring a suffocating sense of oppression.

”So... How did the scar come from?” He opened his mouth lightly, as if he were chatting, but no one dared to ignore the solemnity in his words.

”Yes... I knocked out of bed just now. Just now, I'm not familiar with it. ” Meng Chong smiled and said.

”Knock?” Lu Jingchen asked.