The smile on Zhao Yan's face disappeared inch by inch, replaced by a gloomy expression.

She felt like she had punched cotton, unable to exert any force.

This Su An is like a slippery eel, never playing by the rules, rendering all of Su An's calculations and rhetoric useless.

"You!" Sun Erniu's face turned red with anger, but Zhou Zhihui grabbed her arm.

"Sister Yanzi, don't take it to heart," Zhou Zhihui lowered her voice, her shrewd eyes flashing with calculation. "There's plenty of time. This girl is very strange. Let's see how things go first. If we make a scene now, we'll suffer."

While they were talking, Liu Landi, who had been standing silently to the side and observing, flashed a hint of approval for Su Tang in her eyes.

Without saying a word, she picked up her luggage, took a step, and followed Su Tang without hesitation.

Chen Xiaocao watched Su Tang and Liu Landi's retreating figures, then glanced at Zhao Yan and the other two with unfriendly expressions, her mind in turmoil.

But when she thought of Su Tang's words, "Why should you let me have it?", she felt a surge of courage.

Yeah, why should they? They got these beds because they were the first ones there, and now Sister Yanzi is trying to get them to give them up. Isn't that just pure moral blackmail?

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, pulled Wang Xiaoya who was still in a daze, and urged her in a low voice: "Xiaoya, hurry up, the assembly time is coming soon, keep up with Su An."

Wang Xiaoya then seemed to wake from a dream. She grabbed her things and ran after him.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhao Yan, Sun Erniu, and Zhou Zhihui remained in the dormitory, awkwardly standing there.

"Pfft—"

At the doorway, Li Yue, who had been watching the show, couldn't help but let out an undisguised sneer.

Although Qiao Lin didn't laugh, the gloating smile on her lips was more hurtful than any laughter.

Only Zhang Man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, pushed up her glasses, her gaze behind the lenses deep and thoughtful as she watched Su Tang's departing figure.

Zhao Yan's face was extremely pale. She stared intently at Su Tang's departing figure, a cold glint flashing in her slightly upturned eyes.

Su An, right... I'll remember you.

...

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

A sharp, urgent assembly whistle pierced the air above the camp.

On the parade ground outside the dormitory, the new recruits had already begun to assemble in a scattered manner.

Su Tang and her three companions took their places in the queue in the last dozen or so seconds before the whistle blew.

Following closely behind were Zhao Yan and her two companions, their faces ashen, and Qiao Lin and her two companions, all looking gloating.

Chief Instructor Lei Kuan, with a face as cold as an iceberg, appeared at the front of the formation.

He scanned the entire area expressionlessly, and wherever his gaze fell, all the new recruits instinctively straightened their backs.

“There are still some people who haven’t arrived.” Lei Kuan’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly to everyone’s ears. “Give them ten seconds.”

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of figures rushed out of the barracks in the distance, scrambling and stumbling towards the parade ground. Many of them were pulling up their pants as they ran, looking utterly disheveled.

Lei Kuan glanced at his watch, and as the last latecomer rushed onto the playground, he coldly announced, "One hundred and thirteen people are late. Very good."

He raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over the more than one hundred panting, pale-faced male and female recruits.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Anyone who is late, do three frog jumps around the playground! Now, begin!"

"ah?!"

"Instructor, I..."

A chorus of wails and pleas for mercy erupted from the crowd.

“Say one more word, and I’ll add another circle.” Lei Kuan’s voice was devoid of any warmth.