When the alarm rang the next day.

The ringing was annoying.

Lin Yiran frowned on the bed and glanced at the time on her wrist.

At 4:30 a.m., she should have gotten up, but perhaps because the mattresses at the First Military Academy were too soft, she wasn't quite awake when the alarm went off.

I reached out and turned off the alarm clock.

She silently prayed, "Just ten more minutes, just ten more minutes."

She will definitely get up in ten minutes. Brushing her teeth, washing her face, and putting on her military training uniform will only take ten minutes, which is more than enough time.

Then her head lolled to the side and she fell asleep again.

Time flies, and the next alarm clock rings as scheduled.

"Ring ring, ring ring!" As if a pot had been boiled over, Lin Yiran immediately jumped out of bed like a madwoman after hearing it.

While putting on her slippers backwards, she kept muttering, "Oh no, oh no, I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late!!!"

Everyone says that sleeping a few more minutes in the morning is a lie. Once you fall asleep, time flies by like the second hand of a clock. Lin Yiran set her second alarm for 5:00 AM, which means...

She was already late.

"I was late on the first day. I felt like the instructor would kill me." She had already anticipated the consequences. She quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, wiped her face, changed into her military training uniform, and ran out the door.

She was in such a rush to leave that she realized she hadn't brought her military training hat, so she turned back like a gust of wind, grabbed the hat, and rushed out again.

She ran so fast that her hat flew off several times along the way. She struggled to pick it up and then stopped wearing it. Instead, she grabbed the hat in one hand and dashed towards the playground with the other.

On the way, she encountered two men in military uniforms, but Lin Yiran rushed out without the slightest hesitation, creating a gust of wind as she passed them.

“What just passed by? It looks like a student to me,” said Instructor A.

Instructor B, who was enjoying a sandwich, said, "You must be mistaken. Do you think our art class students can get up this early?"

"I bet they won't get up until the sun does!"

Instructor A: "That's not necessarily true. Every year there are still a few diligent students."

Instructor B raised his nose: "What are we betting on?"

Instructor A: "I'm not betting with you. I'm saying it's not certain, but the probability is extremely small. If I bet with you on this, I'm sure I'll lose."

Instructor B snorted in agreement, then asked, "By the way, did you bring your cards? How about we play a game with the instructor from Class C next door?"

Instructor A: "...This isn't a good idea." Believe it or not, he actually brought some. He not only brought playing cards, but also downloaded several shooting games in advance, planning to play a few rounds online later.

Don't say they're lazy; there are people even lazier than them!

When Lin Yiran arrived at the back playground.

Standing in the wind.

thorough

It's a mess.

There was no one on the huge parade ground, no students or instructors. She almost thought she had gone to the wrong place. Did the First Military Academy have other parade grounds?

Her admission notice stated that she needed to assemble at the back playground at 5 a.m. the next day, and it even included a designated route.

Lin Yiran clicked on it to confirm that she hadn't gone to the wrong place.

There are two maps. One map shows the location and route of the mecha pilots and mecha soldiers, which is located in the back hill of the school. The other map shows the location and route of Lin Yiran's art class, which is in a small area, just in the back playground.

Despite its small size, the place is more than enough to accommodate the three art classes.

But what's going on now?

Why is there no one on the playground?

She was disheveled in the wind, and her hat had been blown away. Just as she was about to pick it up, she heard footsteps in the distance, so she turned her head to look.

Two instructors walked over, arm in arm, carrying breakfast in their hands, with bags containing small bread rolls, nutritional supplements, mineral water, and the like.

They ate as they walked, looking quite content.

When he got closer, he even gave Lin Yiran a surprised look.

“Hey kid, you’re pretty conscientious,” Instructor B said.

Then he said, "Come on, stretch out your hand, let me see which class you're in?"

With a 'beep', Lin Yiran's identity information was displayed on the other party's screen after the Star Brain was swiped.

"Oh, Class A? Wait, Class A?!"

Then, when he looked at Lin Yiran, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. Finally, he calmly said, "There aren't many in Class A with this kind of awareness." He then pushed aside the instructor next to him and said, "Your student is in your hands now." After saying this, he whistled and left.

Lin and Instructor A remained standing alone, staring at each other in bewilderment.

There were only three of them on the entire playground. Now there are only two left.

Oh, how embarrassing.

Lin Yiran thought.

She didn't know which part of the process went wrong, but her intuition told her it was her own fault. It was understandable if only one person was late, but if everyone was late, then she must have arrived too early. So she was too embarrassed to ask.

Fortunately, her instructor was also very outgoing. He readily handed her the small bread he was carrying and said with a smile, "Want a bite?"

As he said this, he was happily eating a small piece of bread.

Lin Yiran took the bread with a bit of embarrassment. No one was coming, so what was the point of staying here if she wasn't going to eat? So she unceremoniously grabbed a small bread roll, sat down on the steps, and started munching on it.

"What are you doing here so early?" Instructor A asked Lin Yiran.

Lin Yiran almost choked on the overly sweet bread. She quickly pulled out a bottle of mineral water from her spatial storage and took a sip, which brought her back to her senses.

“I arrived at the time specified in the admission handbook, so I shouldn’t be early, right?” she asked in return.

Instructor A: "You're still too early. I've led several A-classes, and I've never seen anyone as enthusiastic as you. Just wait, they won't show up until the sun comes up."

Lin Yiran stared wide-eyed in shock: "No, it can't be that exaggerated, can it?" Are all the students in Class A this lazy?

Instructor A shook his head: "It's that exaggerated. Besides, you don't look like a student from Class A."

Lin Yiran fell silent after hearing this: Was this a compliment or an insult?

Or are all the students in Class A supposed to look like monsters?

"The students in Class A were all dressed up very nicely. Forget about military training, with their little umbrellas and sunscreen, I even felt like they were on vacation and didn't take military training seriously at all."

"It's alright, I teach these kinds of students every year and I've learned a lot from it. Don't worry, I'll have a way to deal with them later."

"Hey, give me a heads-up first, are you planning to become a logistics soldier in the future? If you are, don't feel bad when you punish them later. Training with them will be good for you."