"Walk in place!"...

Military training has officially begun.

The instructors' loud commands echoed across the Zijing Playground of Tsinghua University.

Under the scorching sun, the air was stiflingly hot.

Students dressed in camouflage uniforms began training with basic military posture and standing in formation under the command of their instructors, and soon they were drenched in sweat.

Only one hour had passed.

Many students with poor physical condition have begun to experience dizziness or unsteadiness.

In Wang Yueheng's class, there was also a girl who, due to physical weakness, submitted a report in advance requesting to rest.

During this period.

Instructor Xie Minghui's gaze frequently swept over Wang Yueheng.

When you see this boy standing like a pine tree, his face covered in sweat but his expression still serious and his body not swaying at all.

And he stood with his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers, in a standard posture like a military guard or sentry.

Instructor Xie Minghui's face showed a hint of surprise again.

Looking at the other boys, their legs were already trembling, and their bodies were swaying back and forth.

His face, covered in sweat, looked extremely uncomfortable; it was a miracle he could resist scratching himself.

Only a strong and robust student like Liu Kunjie could barely maintain the same standing posture as Wang Yueheng.

But his brows, covered in sweat, were furrowed so deeply they looked like they could squeeze water out of them, making him appear utterly disheveled.

"Alright! At ease!"

"No disbanding! Rest here for ten minutes!"

After glancing at his watch, Xie Minghui, the military training instructor, finally told all the students to relax and rest after forty minutes.

The reason the instructors were so strict from the start was to get these pampered students out of holiday mode and into training mode immediately.

"ah--"

"Finally, I can rest!"

"Oh my god, I can barely feel my legs anymore!"

"I'm almost dehydrated!"

"It's too hot today, can we train at the gym?"

"Instructor, may I rest in the shade of a tree for a while?"...

Finally hearing the order to rest, all the students in Class 1 of the Literature Department felt as if they had been granted a pardon, panting heavily and wiping away sweat as they lay down directly on the playground.

Some of the bolder students made their own requests to the instructors.

"I told you to rest, not to talk nonsense."

"Still not tired enough and want to exercise your mouth, huh? Fine, who's your class's arts and culture representative?"

“Step forward and lead everyone in practicing singing. We have a singing competition with other companies tonight.”

Hearing the students' complaints, Instructor Xie Minghui's dark face then revealed a sly smile.

Beneath the camouflage cap, his snow-white teeth contrasted sharply with his dark complexion.

"No!!"

"Instructor, we're not talking anymore!"

"I'm not going to rest in the shade of the tree, it's fine here."

"Please stop singing, my throat is practically burning up..."

"Instructor, I was wrong!"...

Seeing that this instructor actually ordered the arts committee to lead everyone in singing practice after hearing everyone's complaints, the instructor actually ordered the arts committee to lead everyone in singing practice.

The exhausted freshmen were on the verge of collapse again, begging for mercy.

"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, members of the Literature and Art Committee, step forward!"

"If there isn't one, I'll just assign someone randomly!"

However, Xie Minghui remained unmoved and shouted in response to the students' pleas for mercy.

"Reporting, Instructor! I'm the Arts and Literature Committee Member!"

Seeing that the instructor was determined to make everyone sing together, he wanted to use this opportunity to establish his authority.

Wang Yueheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground resting, simply stood up and said in a loud voice.