Hopefully, he will see reality clearly and not act impulsively.

"Why are you asking for leave?"

Although he subconsciously wanted to reject Wang Yueheng's request, Xie Minghui couldn't help but ask a question.

"I have to participate in a TV program competition next week, and the consequences of breaking the contract will be severe."

"The recording of this program will take about two days."

Wang Yueheng said frankly.

In addition to the day of the competition, the travel time to and from the competition is also included.

Xie Minghui was stunned.

He thought the other party was going to say that if he won a prize in the competition, he could skip military training and rest in the dormitory or off the field.

Then, taking this opportunity, he deliberately showed off and acted specially in front of the other military training students.

To my utter surprise, it was all about attending a TV recording next week.

Moreover, there's absolutely no need to report this kind of thing to yourself.

The school certainly won't stop Wang Yueheng from going.

Besides, it was a pre-arranged itinerary, so even if Xie Minghui wanted to refuse Wang Yueheng's request for leave, he wouldn't have a suitable reason.

For a moment, it was Xie Minghui, who had taken the initiative, who was caught in a dilemma.

He suddenly realized that Wang Yueheng wanted to use this opportunity to make a bet with him.

The terms of the agreement did not harm me in any way; it was as if it gave my demanding self a way out.

Regardless of winning or losing, it won't make him, the instructor, lose face.

On the contrary, it presented Wang Yueheng with many challenges and difficulties.

"Winning a prize in the singing competition is not only an honor for our class, but also for you, the instructor, proving that you are a good leader."

"If we lose, we'll all have extra training; if we win, I only need two days off."

"Instructor, is my request unreasonable?"

Wang Yueheng smiled and looked at the instructor who was still struggling with his decision.

The other party's expression and their intention to lecture him clearly softened.

"Are you really confident that you can lead this group of people you just met to a good ranking in the singing competition?"

"You're not competing alone."

Upon hearing Wang Yueheng's irrefutable words, instructor Xie Minghui hesitated for a moment before offering a reminder.

If they don't get into the top three, will the other person really not take time off to participate in the show recording?

"I am confident that I can sing as long as I have enough time to practice."

Wang Yueheng stood there with his posture still upright, speaking with confidence.

How long will you practice?

“We have other training programs, so it’s impossible for it to go on for too long.”

Xie Minghui, whose tone had just softened, frowned again and said...

"It takes about half an hour to an hour, which is about the length of one class of military training."

Wang Yueheng said bluntly.

"Wow...does he have to be so confident?!"

"I'm fine with competing in reciting poems, but if it's singing, one class period isn't enough!"

"I feel like I'm about to witness Wang Yueheng's first major mishap..."

"But I don't think he's joking!"

"Stop messing around, Arts and Literature Committee!"...

Upon hearing this, the surrounding students began to whisper and murmur again, and some of them started to look flustered.

It's as if I can already see the cruel consequences of being subjected to doubled training after failing in a singing competition.

at the same time.

The once bright and sunny sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds.

The world suddenly became dark.

"Boom!"

A muffled clap of thunder suddenly echoed through the clouds.

Just as the weather forecast predicted, a torrential downpour was about to begin.

A gust of hot wind swept in, blowing over every student undergoing military training on the playground.

The faces of all the military training students, who were almost suffocating from the sweltering heat, suddenly lit up with excitement.

Finally, we can cool off for a while!

"Okay, I agree. If you can get first place, I can give you an extra day off!"

After a moment's thought, Instructor Xie Minghui stared at Wang Yueheng and made his promise.

Under a sky filled with gloomy, dark clouds.

On the playground, a bet was made between military training instructors Xie Minghui and Wang Yueheng.

"I'll give you an hour to practice singing while it's still cool. Don't let me down!"

"Attention, all of you! Stand up and assemble!"

Then Xie Minghui raised his wrist to check the time and shouted loudly to all the students.

"Splash!"

All the students who had been lying or sitting on the ground stopped complaining and quickly got up and lined up again.

Meanwhile, everyone was curious about which song Wang Yueheng would start teaching first.

Could it be a piece he wrote himself, like "The Soul of the Dragon Nation" or "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth"...?

After all, no one has stipulated that singing in a rally can only be traditional revolutionary songs.

Since Wang Yueheng is so confident, he must be planning to start training with his own songs.

...

Where is the class of Literature Department One?

"Isn't that Wang Yueheng talking to the instructor?"

"Why do they all look like they've eaten bitter melon? Their expressions are so unpleasant?"

"It's said that this year's instructors are all rotated back from border garrisons; they've all experienced real combat. Do you think we can treat them well?"

"This is terrible. I wonder if Wang Yueheng, who is used to being a star, can endure this kind of training..."

At the same time that Wang Yueheng and instructor Xie Minghui were making a bet.

Around the nearby playground, more and more second- and third-year students who had just finished class were gathering.

In fact, it was at the beginning of military training.

As a result, some senior students who didn't have classes started to gather around the playground, and even some teachers from various departments.

After learning that Wang Yueheng was participating in military training on the playground.

Many fans on campus also came to the playground to look for the singer.

"Xiaoxue, have you seen Yue Heng?"

"I think I spotted him. He's talking to his class instructor."

"Could it be that their drill instructor is also a fan of Wang Yueheng?"

"They don't seem like it; they both look quite serious..."

Among the crowd, Mo Zixue, who had just finished class, came to the edge of the playground with several of her roommates and best friends.

She was also carrying a transparent umbrella in her hand.

If the military training is suspended due to heavy rain, the umbrella will be immediately sent to Wang Yueheng to prevent him from getting soaked.

From a distance, one could see Wang Yueheng talking face-to-face with the instructor.

Seeing Wang Yueheng's serious expression, Mo Zixue suddenly felt a sense of unease and became subtly nervous.

I wondered if Wang Yueheng had actually had some kind of conflict with this instructor who had just broken up with her boyfriend...

"Next, I will teach everyone a new song to use in the singing competition."

"This song is very simple and doesn't require advanced singing skills. Just listen to me sing it twice, and you'll learn it easily."

"The song is called 'Unity is Strength'!"

The sky grew increasingly overcast, and a torrential downpour was imminent.

A strong wind, carrying waves of heat and the smell of earth, swept across the playground.

Standing before the entire class, Wang Yueheng spoke solemnly, word by word.