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Do not misunderstand me; my hesitation was not out of fear that pulling these warriors from the girls' rooms might seem inhumane, but rather whether to use the whistle method. However, it seemed there was no other way; I had to proceed as such.
Less than a minute after the whistle blew, hurried footsteps echoed through the building. In about three minutes, everyone had gathered, forming a line and waiting for my instructions.
Looking at the flushed faces of the warriors, I remained silent. I simply issued the commands to turn right and begin marching. The front of the building was too conspicuous; I could already see several windows on this side of the building opened, with many girls peeking out.
We needed to leave quickly.
The boys were doing better; many warriors had already finished their brief interactions with the students and returned to their dorms. I gathered everyone for a roll call, reiterated the importance of discipline, and then announced that everyone could disperse to wash up, with lights out in twenty minutes.
Yes, lights out for everyone. My room didn’t have a desk lamp either, so I had to turn off the lights as well. After extinguishing them, I glanced into each room; almost all the warriors were still awake. It was understandable. For the students, this was their first experience; for the warriors, it was also a first.
After arranging the mobile sentinels, I returned to my room and went straight to bed. With night duty still ahead, early sleep was essential.
While Sheng Xiong tossed and turned in bed, I had already fallen fast asleep. I probably was the first among everyone to doze off. In the middle of the night, I got up once to check on things and then returned to snuggle under my blanket until morning.
Morning exercises were mandatory; warriors couldn’t become too complacent. Of course, we didn’t shout slogans on our way there; we just ran three kilometers on the field and encountered some early-rising students. Surprisingly, many students now had a habit of exercising in the morning. They looked at us with evident curiosity, and some even joined us for a run. Naturally, very few could keep up for long.
Washing up, organizing internal affairs, and leading everyone to meals proceeded in an orderly fashion. On the second day at campus, everything seemed to be running smoothly.
In the morning, all students gathered on the field—goodness, there were hundreds of them. During assembly, it was noisy, slow, and chaotic. I found myself speechless and had no choice but to announce a dispersal so everyone could take a few steps apart before blowing the whistle again for assembly. We repeated this process several times: change location, assemble again, disperse again—sometimes even moving forward a few steps before assembling once more. I remained silent until finally, during one last attempt, hundreds of people managed to gather relatively neatly and quietly together. Only then did I say: “From now on, if assembly doesn’t work out well, we will keep assembling.” Thus began the first lesson of military training.
The content for the first three days of that week focused on standing military posture. After explaining the key movements and demonstrating them, I organized everyone into formation and commanded them to stand at attention.
I slowly walked up to the podium and looked down at hundreds of students standing straight below me. Fortunately, the campus greenery was nice; although the sun wasn’t too harsh, it wasn’t long before I noticed many people starting to fidget. Shaking my head slightly revealed that their fundamentals were quite weak. Among forty-seven warriors, I dispatched four to check internal affairs while continuously patrolling back and forth to correct students' movements and stop any fidgeting. It was clear they were taking this duty seriously.
I am well aware that nothing happens overnight, so when I stood in the Military Posture, I never expected the students to perform perfectly right away. The first time was purely experimental, lasting twenty minutes.
After I announced a break, a buzz of complaints filled the air. I ignored them and continued to stand on the Stage, watching the time on my watch.
Five minutes passed, and I organized the group for a second round of Military Posture. This time, it would last thirty minutes. To be honest, I never intended to train the students to stand for two or three hours; my standard was simply to have them stand for fifty minutes. I thought this through clearly: first, standing in Military Posture is not just for the sake of standing; it primarily serves to temper everyone's character. Secondly, each class lasts about fifty minutes to ensure that everyone can sit still afterward. Finally, after the Military Training and the leaders' Parade speeches, we would probably have around an hour, and I believed their performance would satisfy the leaders.
Half an hour passed quickly for the students; it must have been tough for them. I announced a ten-minute break.
During this time, I also declared that anyone who wished to leave could do so at any time. However, each class leader had a booklet where I designed a points system. Each person started with ten points, and their names were filled in by the class leaders during last night's assessment. According to what I agreed upon with the administration, we made it clear that anyone who disobeyed management or evaded training would have points deducted.
So, despite many complaints, everyone persevered.
The morning passed in the monotony of standing in Military Posture. I was fine; I wandered among the crowd and checked on the Internal Affairs scoring situation. Afterward, I visited the student dormitory to see the Internal Affairs conditions for myself. Not long after I returned, I heard the bell signaling the end of class. As soon as it rang, all the students' eyes lit up; they were undoubtedly tired and hungry. Well, it seemed my strategy of raising expectations before revealing rewards worked well on the first day.
Lunch proceeded normally without mention. When afternoon drills began, I pretended to unleash my frustration in front of everyone. The reason for my outburst was not just that their Military Posture was poor but mainly because the hygiene conditions in Internal Affairs were unacceptable. Class leaders had shown their own Internal Affairs situations hand-in-hand with others', and if they couldn't even manage such simple imitation, how could we discuss more complex understanding and learning? I scolded them thoroughly and even named some particularly bad dormitories. The worst dormitory had all its residents stand for an additional ten minutes in Military Posture and run three laps around the field. I figured many would curse me under their breath; after all, I was doing this for their own good. Watching some students awkwardly running laps outside, I silently reassured myself. At the same time, seeing those running outside made me worry about the afternoon's Internal Affairs hygiene inspection because I had also stated that results from this inspection would be enforced tomorrow morning.
Students coming from high school are highly adaptable and generally have good obedience awareness. Except for a few individuals, most students adhered well to discipline during our first day; they managed to stand still for twenty minutes without disruption. However, once we surpassed that mark, some began to sway...
Physical training wasn't part of my responsibilities, so after dinner that evening, I decided to send out soldiers to communicate with each class while giving myself a break.
Unexpectedly, an incident occurred that first night.
When a female student rushed over to inform me about it, Xiaojing was sitting in my dormitory. There was no way for me to hide; Xiaojing arrived right on time when News Broadcast ended at my dormitory. I had no choice but to engage in small talk with her while nearly treating the reporting girl as my savior.
I was terrified when I heard something had happened; however, upon listening closely, it seemed like it wasn't too serious: a female soldier from Female Soldier Company named Fu Yuehua had fainted.
What was strange was that this girl didn't faint in her dormitory but rather on the stairs behind the building situated between Girls' Dormitory and Boys' Dormitory. Oddly enough, her class leader was Jinghe. When I received news and rushed over there, Jinghe looked so pale that her face had whitened.
Jinghe mentioned that he was a college student who had enlisted, so he wanted to make the training as humanized as possible. His idea was good; he planned to start by organizing everyone to get to know each other. Since his Girls' Class came from three different dormitories, he gathered them together for a game where everyone introduced themselves—sharing their age, hometown, and hobbies. Then, through a drawing method, they were to identify and repeat what others had said, hoping this approach would deepen their understanding of one another and help them integrate into the class community more quickly.
There was a girl named Fu Yuehua who was quite introverted and perhaps a bit timid and nervous. As a result, she couldn't fully convey the information about others during the interaction and was penalized with a performance task. She struggled to loosen up and perform, so the other girls suggested that since she couldn't do that, she should run down to the dark area below and then come back up; that way, she could complete her punishment. Given that all the girls were timid, this request was seen as a punishment, but coincidentally, the lady at the gate was not present. Fu Yuehua seemed to be quite determined and climbed over the iron bars before running down the stairs. However, during her run back up, she fainted. One of her classmates who had gone down with her became anxious when she didn't return. Jinghe climbed over to find her and called for help.
Xiaojing quietly gasped at this point and immediately covered her mouth. I glanced at her but didn’t pay much attention; girls tend to be like that—so timid.
A crowd had gathered nearby, so I asked everyone to disperse a bit before checking on the girl.
I am studying medicine, so I wasn't too panicked. After a quick examination of Fu Yuehua, I found her breathing and heartbeat stable, which eased my mind slightly. I didn't even need to perform artificial respiration; it was likely just nervousness leading to intense physical activity that caused her to faint from lack of blood flow. I turned around and scolded Jinghe harshly for a few moments before instructing him to carry her as we headed to the infirmary. I knew where it was because the Deputy Director had told me.
Jinghe clumsily carried her as we made our way to the school infirmary. The attending school doctor quickly assessed the situation after hearing our explanation and conducted some checks. The conclusion he reached was similar to my initial guess. I chatted briefly with the counselor who had followed us; she was quite shaken but relieved when she learned it wasn't serious. She mentioned that Fu Yuehua came from a rural background and that her family conditions seemed not very good. I figured it might be due to malnutrition.
At that moment, no one realized that this wasn’t just an issue with Fu Yuehua but rather a problem with the building itself.
To be continued; tomorrow will bring more excitement.
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