The half-month non-stop military training is finally coming to an end.
After the morning assembly, the instructor did not start training right away as usual. Instead, he announced in a loud voice: "Come on, come on, let me tell you something! The day after tomorrow is the closing ceremony of our military training. Each of you, each academy, must march in formation. Of course, not everyone has to march. A total of 8848 people are needed..."
The people below began to snicker.
"What's wrong?" The instructor glared at him, "What are you laughing at? Is marching in a square formation so funny?"
A brave student couldn't help but speak up: "Instructor! Eighty-eight is not forty-eight, it's sixty-four!"
"Oh, eighty-eight sixty-four," the instructor couldn't help laughing, but soon his face turned stern again and he said fiercely, "I didn't say it wasn't sixty-four! A total of sixty-four people are needed. So, those who want to participate, raise your hands first, but whether you can go on in the end depends on how well you can march. Those who can't even tell their left and right feet apart can forget about it!"
"In addition," the instructor paused and continued, "In addition, at the front of each square formation, you need a flag bearer to carry your school flag, and two flag guards beside him. I will decide on this flag bearer, after all, he is the face of your entire school, right? The flag guards can raise their hands first, and I will see if it is appropriate."
After hearing what the instructor said, Ruan Mian became eager to do something.
He didn't think about the flag bearer. After all, when he was in middle school, he also walked through the square formation at sports meets. He knew that the person walking in the front holding a sign generally not only had to have a good image, but also had to be tall enough.
Although his height... although it doesn't drag down the cool guy, it is definitely not tall enough to carry the flag.
But the flag bearer is pretty cool, isn't he? He looks pretty cool too!
Just as Ruan Mian was thinking this, he heard the instructor say loudly: "Come, let's choose the flag bearer first. Are there any students who would like to volunteer?"
Ruan Mian hesitated for only a second before he was the first to raise his hand.
After him, more people raised their hands. Ruan Mian took a quick look and found that there were no more than ten people raising their hands.
Probably because he was the first one to raise his hand, the instructor saw him first.
"The fifth student in the fourth row," the instructor pointed at Ruan Mian's coordinates, "You step out first!"
Ruan Mian obeyed the order, walked outside the team with his head held high, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.
It looks like a peacock spreading its tail.
"Not bad," the instructor looked at him appreciatively and praised, "The little girl is very courageous!"
Ruan Mian: “…………”
Ruan Mian: “???”
Can you tell me again? What is so courageous?
Laughter began to emanate from the team again. Ruan Mian's lips instantly drooped. With a sullen face, he said righteously, "Instructor, I am a boy!"
The instructor's eyes widened, he took a step closer, took a closer look at Ruan Mian's face, and asked in surprise: "You are so fair and tender, and you are actually a boy?"
Ruan Mian's face suddenly became even more ugly. He was about to say something else when he heard the instructor say "Oh" as if he suddenly understood something, "Yes, yes, you are standing in the boys' team."
Ruan Mian: “…………” Then you have a really good brain.
The laughter in the team gradually grew louder, and the instructor scolded as usual: "No more laughing! Whoever laughs again will have to run ten laps!"
After scolding him, he turned back to look at Ruan Mian and asked, "Do you want to be a flag bearer?"
To be honest, Ruan Mian really didn't want to pay attention to the instructor, but he had to. He frowned and nodded.
"Okay," the instructor agreed, and then gave another instruction, "Then you can march in step first and let me see."
Ruan Mian immediately stood at attention with his hands on his trouser seams, waiting for the instructor's command.
"Start——"
Ruan Mian moved his hands and feet at the same time. He clasped his hands together, swung his right arm, held his left arm backward, and kicked out with his left leg. His school pants were very loose, but it was not difficult to see that his legs were stretched straight and strong, with his toes pressed down, without any up and down shaking.
It is an extremely standard and even pleasing-to-the-eye goose-step preparation movement.
The instructor showed a look of appreciation in his eyes and continued to command: "Go!"
Upon receiving the command, Ruan Mian immediately started marching.
Every step he took was powerful, and the amplitude of his arm swings and leg kicks was almost exactly the same.
The laughter in the team gradually died down, and everyone watched Ruan Mian's actions seriously.
I walked all the way through the front row of the team before the instructor shouted, "Stop! Turn around!"
Ruan Mian stopped, made another standard turn, and faced the instructor again.
"Very good!" The instructor praised generously, "I didn't realize that although you look fair and tender, you can march so powerfully! You'll be one of the flag bearers!"
Ruan Mian's face finally looked better. He smiled and said loudly, "Thank you, instructor!"
Once one flag bearer was decided, the choice of the other one had a range. At least in terms of height and body shape, he couldn't be too different from Ruan Mian.
The instructor did not look at them one by one, but asked the students who had just raised their hands to step out of the line.
A total of eight people came out. Three were eliminated based on their height and body shape. For the remaining five, the instructor asked them to stand in a row and march together. Finally, a girl with a high ponytail who was a little shorter than Ruan Mian but had a very tall posture was selected.
The instructor was about to select another flag bearer, but one of the boys who had just stepped out of the line was eliminated again suddenly shouted, "Report to the instructor!"
The instructor looked up at him, "What's the matter?"
"Report to the instructor!" the boy repeated, and then got straight to the point, "I don't think Ruan Mian is qualified to be the flag bearer!"
Ruan Mian never expected that this boy would write a report about this. He turned around in surprise, but found that the boy's face was too unfamiliar. He didn't even know who the other person was. He didn't expect that the other person not only knew his name, but was also so hostile to him.
The instructor seemed to react for a moment before asking, "Ruan Mian, is this the male student?"
The boy continued to answer loudly: "Yes!"
The instructor looked sideways at Ruan Mian, then at the boy, and asked, "Ruan Mian's goose-stepping is very standard. Why do you think he is not competent?"
The boy suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ruan Mian. The emotions in that look were very complicated. To sum it up, it was probably envy, jealousy, and hatred, and of course, dissatisfaction.
When meeting the boy's gaze, Ruan Mian did not dodge, but raised his eyebrows.
The boy suddenly looked away, his tone weaker than before, but he still said it: "Because... because I think Ruan Mian looks too feminine, it would be easy to mislead people if she were a flag bearer!"
Ruan Mian: “?”
This statement is really too much. It is both a personal attack and sexism.
Ruan Mian subconsciously clenched his fists. His lips moved and he was about to retort, but another voice of "Report to the instructor" was heard in the team.
The voice was low and cold. Ruan Mian knew who was speaking without even looking...
The instructor followed the source of the voice, looked at Bo Yan, and asked him, "What do you want?"
Bo Yan lowered his narrow eyes, glanced coldly at the boy, and said indifferently: "I think this student is even less qualified to be the flag bearer. He looks too unpresentable. Being a flag bearer will bring shame to our college."
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire team froze for a second, and then burst into goose calls that were louder than the previous two times.
The boy's face turned red and white, filled with anger.
Ruan Mian never expected that Bo Yan would stand up at this time and confront others on his behalf, and do it in such a... such a high level.
Although what he said was indeed not very polite, after all, it was that boy who fired the first shot. After hearing this, Ruan Mian felt relaxed and refreshed all over.
By the way, I looked at Bo Yan again and found him much more pleasing to the eye.
The instructor would certainly not allow students to attack each other like this. He thought for a moment and suggested, "Although in my opinion, Ruan Mian is fully capable of being the flag bearer, but now someone is not convinced. According to the rules of our army, whoever is not convinced, we will PK with him until he is convinced! So, Ruan Mian, are you willing to accept the challenge!"
Cool guys are never afraid of challenges. Ruan Mian nodded without hesitation and said, "Instructor! I am willing to take on any challenge!"
The instructor gave him a thumbs up, then looked at the boy and asked him, "Do you accept the challenge?"
The boy turned his head and glanced at Ruan Mian again. Noticing the arrogance in Ruan Mian's eyes, he quickly turned his head back. Compared to before, he looked a lot less confident, but he still said with all his strength: "I...I accept it too!"
"So what do you want to compete with him for?" the instructor asked again.
The boy rolled his eyes and shouted as if a light bulb had suddenly lit up in his head: "Basketball! How about basketball?"
"I'm asking you," the instructor raised his chin towards Ruan Mian, "Are you good at basketball?"
"I've already answered that," Ruan Mian raised one eyebrow in a very arrogant manner, glanced at the boy provocatively, and said word by word, "Anything, I can do it."
"Very good, then it's settled," the instructor clapped his hands and made the final decision, "From now on, the two of you will have 20 minutes of individual basketball PK time, and I will be the referee. In the end, whoever scores more goals will be the flag bearer. Do you have any objections?"
Ruan Mian was the first to shake his head and said decisively: "I am willing to accept the loss. Besides, I will never lose."
These words were really full of meaning. The screams of girls could be heard faintly in the team. Zhang Tao couldn't help but whistled and shouted, "Come on, Xiao Ruan!"
Gu Mengping and Yu Mu also shouted: "Come on, Xiao Ruan!"
When the girls saw that they were not stopped by the instructor from shouting “Come on”, they also started shouting. Before the PK started, Ruan Mian’s momentum was already built up.
The corners of Ruan Mian's lips curled up, and before the instructor blew the whistle, he couldn't help but glance at Bo Yan again.
As if receiving his gaze, Bo Yan tilted his head to look over. When their eyes met, the corners of Bo Yan's lips curved slightly, and he mouthed to Ruan Mian, "Keep it up, cool brother."
Ruan Mian curled her eyes contentedly, and the corners of her lips curled higher.
The instructor found a basketball. After Ruan Mian and the boy took their positions, the instructor blew the whistle and announced, "3-2-1-! The PK begins!"
As soon as the last "beginning" sounded, the instructor stood in the middle and threw the basketball into the air.
Ruan Mian had already prepared himself by bending his legs slightly and lowering his center of gravity. His reaction was very quick. Almost at the same time when the basketball slipped from the instructor's hands, he jumped up immediately, raised his arms, and stretched his whole body.
Unsurprisingly, Ruan Mian's fingers touched the basketball first.
Without any hesitation, he grasped the ball with both hands, exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, and brought the ball back under his control.
The boy was not to be outdone and rushed over to try to snatch the ball from Ruan Mian.
But Ruan Mian didn't give him the chance at all. She turned around with the ball, shook her hands and made a smooth fake move, leaving the boy empty-handed. Then, before the boy could react, Ruan Mian jumped directly from the spot and made a beautiful three-pointer!
A divine start!
The girls' screams rang out again in the team, mixed with some strange cheers -
"Xiao Mianmian is awesome! Come on, come on!"
"The Soft Three-Pointer is so cool! I love you, sister!"
"Hahahaha, sister loves you too! Go, go!"
Ruan Mian was caught off guard by the shouts and staggered, his running movement coming to a halt for a moment.
What's wrong with these girls? Are they possessed by his fans in the live broadcast room?
But the court is so ruthless. Even if the stagnation is only for a very short second, it also gives the opponent a chance.
The boy grabbed the ball and made a shot at the two-point line, scoring 2 points.
Ruan Mian keenly noticed that after the boy scored the goal, his eyes quickly swept across the sidelines and stayed on a certain position for half a second longer.
Ruan Mian glanced at that location out of the corner of his eye, and after a moment of pause, he understood.
The person standing there was none other than the girl with a high ponytail who had been chosen earlier to be the flag bearer with him.
They say that when a boy scores a goal, the first person he sees is the person he likes.
Everything suddenly became understandable. It turned out that the boy liked girls with high ponytails. No wonder he wanted to be a flag bearer so much, and when he failed to become one, he was so hostile to me.
Although it was understandable, the boy’s previous behavior really angered Ruan Mian, and Ruan Mian did not intend to give him a chance.
He pursed his lips, his expression became more focused, and tried his best to ignore the strange names that kept coming to his ears.
But suddenly, a cold voice came into my ears again, with those four simple words: "Cool brother, keep going."
This shout of "Come on" was also bland, not as hard-working, excited, or passionate as others, but Ruan Mian was sincerely encouraged. He rushed forward with great energy and successfully intercepted the ball under the backboard. Relying on his good jumping ability and reaction speed, Ruan Mian jumped up again and scored another point.
…………
In the following time, Ruan Mian was in full swing and performed very well.
However, since the boy dared to take the initiative to challenge me to play basketball, he must have some real skills.
When the time reached 18 minutes and there were 2 minutes left, the boy found a very suitable shooting position and made a three-pointer, which tied the score.
In two minutes, a comeback is not impossible. The girls watching on the sidelines are all nervous for Ruan Mian and are no longer screaming like before.
Only Bo Yan remained calm as always, his steady voice came through, his tone full of confidence: "Brother Ku, you can do it."
Ruan Mian thought to himself, of course I can, but I don’t have time to respond with my mouth right now. However, soon, his performance gave the best response -
Ruan Mian grabbed the ball under the rebound, but the boy probably also showed his determination to fight to the death. This time he was very close to Ruan Mian, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was guarding her tightly.
If he jumped and shot from the spot like before, there was a high probability that the boy would block his shot. Ruan Mian had no choice but to temporarily retreat with the ball and look for other shooting opportunities.
The boy continued to chase after her, defending everywhere, and even saw through one of Ruan Mian's fake moves before Ruan Mian threw the ball.
The instructor started the countdown for the last five seconds. In fact, as long as Ruan Mian kept the ball and prevented the opponent from scoring, there would be a chance to play overtime even if the game was tied.
But if he really did that, he would no longer be the cool guy Ruan Mian.
Seeing that Ruan Mian had been forced to the sideline of the three-point shot, the boy had no intention of giving up. Ruan Mian suddenly turned sideways with the ball, and then raised his hand with lightning speed, and the basketball slipped out of his hand. Quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, he made another extreme three-pointer at an extremely tricky angle that most people would not even dare to think about!
As the ball went into the basket, the instructor blew the whistle.
The whole audience was boiling with excitement.
Zhang Tao shouted at the top of his lungs: "Xiao Ruan, you're so damn handsome!"
Gu Mengping and Yu Mu also shouted: "Xiao Ruan, Xiao Ruan, so fucking handsome!"
Everyone on the sidelines was extremely excited, except for Bo Yan, who was so quiet that he almost seemed out of place.
His gaze was fixed on the extremely dazzling figure on the field, and his eyes sank slightly.
Just now, Ruan Mian's last shot was too big, and the hem of his hospital uniform was lifted up a little with his movement, revealing a slender waist that was dazzlingly white in the sun.
What’s even more terrible is that there are two small whirlpools on the lower back.
Bo Yan closed his eyes and put the tip of his tongue against his back teeth.
It looks so good, I want to lick it.
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