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The instructor, who was already completely shocked or furious, was now utterly enraged.
No matter how beautiful or charming the girl in front of him was, he could not accept such a blatant slap in the face. This was no longer just a matter of disrespect or disobedience!
People are not made of wood; given the girl's appealing appearance, he would usually turn a blind eye to her occasional foolishness or mistakes and not make things too difficult for her.
But this time was different.
The five seniors had worked hard to crush the spirits of most students, and now it was up to him and his team to carry out the final suppression. They had put in a lot of effort; even the recruitment of new members for the Special Forces was not as intense as this. It was clear how much importance the higher-ups placed on this Military Training.
Yesterday, they had already dealt with the biggest troublemaker from Huangpu Military Academy. Today, they were supposed to have an easy time with East China Jiaotong University, but at this critical moment, someone like this 'troublemaker' suddenly appeared.
Looking at the girl who was expressionless and completely ignoring others while munching on her rice ball, countless hearts in the room let out a wail, especially Yang Xiaoyou from the neighboring formation, who covered her head in despair.
"I really don't know what to do with her. No wonder she's the nemesis of Dream Butterfly."
However, despite the complaints from Heart, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
Well, he certainly wasn't worried about Feng Lin's safety; he was more concerned about what extreme measures the instructor might take and whether that would endanger the instructor's safety.
At that moment, Qi Menglu, who was beside Feng Lin, reacted quickly. She hurriedly tugged at Feng Lin's sleeve and anxiously addressed the instructor.
"Instructor, my friend doesn't usually interact much with others and sometimes doesn't understand things. Please..."
Feng Lin, who had been pulled twice by Qi Menglu, initially found it strange why she was tugging at him. After tilting his head in thought, he split his rice ball in half and offered one piece to her.
This left Menglu with no choice but to stuff the latter part of her sentence into her mouth.
Anger!
At this moment, it was brewing. All the instructors present, including the five Bishop officials who had come back, understood that the situation before them needed to be handled properly; otherwise, the effectiveness of the next three weeks would likely be severely compromised.
The methods of Military Training were all external forces aimed solely at squeezing the potential out of the students. Once deterrence failed and they became indifferent and careless, the situation would naturally deteriorate.
Even if the one causing trouble was a delicate girl, they could only act ruthlessly. A punishment had to be administered right in front of them!
"Um, um, Instructor," at that moment, an incongruous voice emerged from the formation of Beside.
The source of the voice, Fang Jinke, immediately shifted a few steps away, while Wang Xincheng kept tugging at Yang Xiaoyou, signaling him to stay quiet.
"Very well! Although you weren't allowed to speak at first, if there's something to say, do it quickly." One of the instructors responsible for Yang Xiaoyou's group, a Black Instructor with obvious burn marks at the corners of his eyes, revealed a somewhat sinister grin as he spoke.
"Instructor, it's like this. I know her; that classmate is a bit naive and doesn't quite understand how to behave in different situations. She also has low blood sugar." Unlike others who were intimidated by their authority and had heard about the Death Index, Yang Xiaoyou understood that these instructors were genuinely concerned about students' health. His excuse was perfectly timed, causing several Bishop officials behind him to pause in surprise.
During the entrance medical examination, they had a list of students unfit for high-intensity training. Naturally, they would ease up on those students during training. However, there might indeed be cases of undisclosed conditions nowadays; if she truly had low blood sugar...
"Of course, I know military orders are as solid as a mountain. Such occurrences must be punished, but I still plead with the instructor to consider her special condition and allow me to take full responsibility. I also violated the rules just now." Though Yang Xiaoyou's words were not loud, they still drew many curious glances from other students.
Many girls began to form a rather good impression of him; however, most boys quickly dismissed thoughts like 'showing off', 'flaunting', 'seeking death', 'self-inflicted misery', or 'trying to impress a pretty girl'.
Yet in these times, there were indeed many who loved beauty over power. After Yang Xiaoyou led the way with his reminder, another person immediately stepped forward.
"Instructor, if you think he alone isn't enough, then feel free to impose the same punishment on me."
The person speaking was one of the only boys in Qi Menglu's group, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes that exuded a heroic aura. There was a subtle air of arrogance about him, the kind that naturally drew attention as soon as he stepped forward.
If it weren't for Qi Menglu and Feng Lin in this group attracting all the eyes, he would have already stood out on his own.
Now that he had stepped forward, he had indeed caught the attention of many.
"That guy, so full of himself. Hmm, but it seems he does have some grounds to be so," Fang Jinke, the peculiar rich second-generation, clearly recognized the boy who had stepped forward. Initially, he seemed inclined to mock him like Yang Xiaoyou did.
However, after a moment of thought, he frowned slightly.
Yang Xiaoyou, standing nearby, was quite displeased with this follower. Couldn’t they just refrain from making things worse? It was just one person stepping up; at least it gave the instructor a way out. Even if there were punishments, they wouldn't be too severe.
"Damn it," she thought. What was this? A coup? And now that one had stepped up, wouldn’t the second and third follow? It would only escalate from here.
Clearly, the instructors reacted quickly; they absolutely did not want to see a chain reaction of students stepping up to take the blame. That would be utterly chaotic!
Without hesitation, one instructor decisively declared, "Since you two are willing to step forward, we won't be unreasonable. Just run five laps around the track. Those who run slowly won’t get dinner."
As soon as those calm words were spoken, they immediately extinguished any lingering thoughts among the other students who were still contemplating stepping up. "Damn it! Just 'run' five laps!"
It wasn’t asking for much, but those who ran slowly wouldn’t eat! Last year I bought a watch...
The young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes who had followed Yang Xiaoyou's lead also frowned at this point, seemingly realizing why things had escalated to this situation.
However, after glancing at Yang Xiaoyou's physique, he couldn't help but smile, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"You’re in trouble. I told you not to show off. Competing for a girl of that caliber is beyond your reach. That fellow used to be the president of the Kendo Club at Jiaotong University Affiliated High School. He single-handedly kept all the competitive clubs in check back in school. He made it to the semifinals of the National Youth Competition. Although long-distance running isn't his specialty, for professionals like him, surpassing ordinary people is still a significant gap." Fang Jinke could easily be called Fang Bagua; this rich second-generation had some surprisingly reliable sources of information.
At this moment, although there was a hint of schadenfreude and a touch of show-off in his tone, he ultimately shared quite a bit of information with Yang Xiaoyou.
"Yang Xiaoyou, Zhao Xinglong, step forward!"
Without giving them much time to react, the instructors quickly called out their names. They were instructed to step out, and while the other groups began practicing their stances, these two unfortunate kids started running around the training field.
The intention was clearly to showcase their miserable state throughout the afternoon as a warning to others, making them understand what awaited them.
At five o'clock, even if it was just a slow jog or merely walking, it was still quite taxing—let alone the competitive relationship between the two that ensured their speed wouldn't be too slow!
"I'm really sorry. I didn't have lunch, so I have to eat dinner tonight. I can only trouble you with this; my apologies," Zhao Xinglong said apologetically to Yang Xiaoyou as they began jogging along the designated route.
A hint of confidence emanated from him as he quickened his pace and pulled ahead of Yang Xiaoyou by a position.
This made Qi Menglu, who had just reacted to the situation, anxious, while Feng Lin calmly continued eating her rice ball. Of course, the instructor wouldn't allow her to do that without consequence. However, it was understandable for Yang Xiaoyou to be resting in a cooler spot due to her low blood sugar.
According to regulations, although it seemed quite harsh, there weren't many girls who were granted leave during military training. Well, of course, it was mainly those few who experienced discomfort every month.
However, it was already clear beforehand that each girl only had this one opportunity to request leave during military training. Misreporting would lead to consequences.
To be honest, with two chickens being chased around the training field, the subsequent training sessions were exceptionally cooperative; no one wanted to touch this bad luck again.
Five O'Clock Even though they were just practicing their standing posture, it was already causing discomfort. The fate of the two fellow who were continuously running was easy to imagine.
Originally, most of the Military Training would have all the marching and standing postures completed within a month, but according to the instructor, they wanted to compress it into three days, followed by various additional 'tasks'. The two who were running would still need to catch up on their standing posture later.
As the sun slowly set, the students finally got a rare opportunity to rest. However, they noticed that the pair who were being punished with laps seemed to be having some issues.
The man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, who had always been a step ahead, was now frowning and accelerating.
No matter how fast he ran, the fellow behind him, looking as if he were about to starve, seemed weak yet managed to keep up, maintaining a constant distance between them.
Thus, the man with sharp eyebrows began to run faster and faster, completely letting go of his initial pace.
The spectators, including the instructor, marveled at his stamina; they never expected him to unleash such speed at this point.
However, what was even more terrifying was that the Hungry Ghost of a fellow seemed to float behind him like a persistent Hanging Boot Ghost, unable to be shaken off no matter what.
Moreover, when the man with sharp eyebrows started to feel fatigued and attempted to slow down gradually, the fellow behind him maintained his speed and began to overtake him slowly.
Dinner—I need to place my order!
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