The junior teaching assistant felt that this matter was too big for her to handle, so she had to ask the head instructor for instructions.
Yes, that must be it.
She immediately adjusted her expression, put on a confident smile again, and clutched the jar of face cream tightly in her hand, treating it as her pass and stepping stone. With what she considered to be the most elegant steps, she really walked towards Lei Kuan.
In an instant, all eyes in the room were focused on her.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the girl who dared to take the initiative to walk towards the head instructor at this moment.
She became the center of this chaos.
Su Tang, at the back of the line, took in all of this.
Looking at Qiao Lin's swaying figure, she had only two words in her mind: idiot.
And they're hopelessly stupid.
Qiao Lin's tricks, if used in other workplaces, might actually earn her a good reputation for being "good at getting things done".
But in a place like this? In this hellish training camp designed to crush and reshape everyone, what about those who seek special treatment, scheme, and try to challenge the authority of the rules?
This is no different from a sheep voluntarily unhooking its collar in front of a hungry wolf, and then asking coquettishly, "Look at this piece of meat of mine, is it fatty or not?"
The first lesson in these training camps is always "obedience"—absolute, unconditional, and absolute obedience.
The instructors didn't want gold; they wanted steel that could be forged into any shape.
Qiao Lin's arrogance made her the perfect target for the instructors to smash as a warning to others.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoya was biting her lip tightly, watching Qiao Lin's back, her mind a complete mess.
She was terrified. She thought Qiao Lin was completely insane, daring to provoke the head instructor who was like a living devil.
At the same time, she felt a vague sense of envy and anticipation.
Qiao Lin is so beautiful, speaks so sweetly, and seems to come from a good family. Maybe...maybe she really can do it? If she can, does that mean the rules here aren't so heartless after all?
Lei Kuan also noticed her. He stopped his patrol and stood in the middle of the playground, waiting for Qiao Lin's next move.
"Reporting to the Chief Instructor!" Qiao Lin stopped about three steps away from Lei Kuan and gave a military salute that she had practiced many times in front of the mirror at home and thought was fairly standard.
She presented the jar of face cream with both hands, and then repeated her impeccable words in an even more sincere and earnest tone.
Lei Kuan narrowed his eyes, his hawk-like gaze scrutinizing the girl before him, who was so different from the other recruits.
She had an air of being pampered, a confidence and sense of superiority that came from within, something that children from poor families couldn't fake.
There was no fear in her eyes, only calculation and determination.
He didn't get angry, which calmed Qiao Lin down a bit. She felt that her judgment was correct; the head instructor was indeed someone who responded better to gentleness than force.
Then, under the watchful eyes of more than two hundred people, he actually reached out his rough, calloused hand and accepted the small, exquisite jar of face cream.
Qiao Lin's heart skipped a beat.
There's hope!
He unscrewed the tin cap, carefully peeled off the wax paper covering the bottle opening, and a rich and sweet aroma instantly filled the cold air.
Lei Kuan held the bottle under his nose, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath...
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