"What are you doing! What right do you have to rummage through our things!" A young man wearing a sailor shirt, with a neck as thick as an ox's, who looked like a troublemaker who was used to bullying people in the area, exploded on the spot.
One of his tin lunchboxes was crushed, and the fried pancakes his mother had made inside were scattered all over the floor.
His answer was not words.
The instructor closest to him turned cold and, without saying a word, swiftly delivered a kick to the chest.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the young man arched his back like a boiled shrimp, his face turning red and purple, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound, only bile oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, and his arrogance vanished instantly after being kicked.
"Here, the instructor's orders are everything!" The instructor who had kicked looked down at him, then swept his cold gaze over everyone who was completely terrified. "If you don't want to stay, you can get out now! Anyone else want to leave? Step forward!"
The playground was completely silent.
The young man lay curled up on the ground for a long time, unable to get up, his face turning pale and then flushed.
He looked at the fried dough on the ground, then at the instructor's cold military boots, and finally shut his mouth in humiliation, swallowing all his resentment and anger.
This scene of making an example of someone was like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing the last shred of hope and resistance in everyone's hearts.
"No personal belongings are allowed in the camp!" Lei Kuan's cold voice rang out again, as if proclaiming a final judgment. "Including but not limited to food, books, letters, photos... anything that can distract you, make you weak, or remind you of the outside world, throw it all away!"
"My letters! Those are my boyfriend's letters! Please don't throw them away!" A girl with a braided pigtail cried out, frantically trying to snatch back a stack of letters that the teaching assistant had trampled under her feet, but was ruthlessly pushed away and fell heavily to the ground.
“That’s malted milk powder my mom prepared for me… She has poor eyesight, and she queued in front of the supply and marketing cooperative all day to buy it for me…” A thin boy watched as his precious jar was thrown far away by the teaching assistant like trash, but he didn’t even have the courage to take half a step forward.
Pleading cries rose and fell, but were met only with more ruthless trampling and indifference from the instructors.
Of course, Su Tang observed that some people chose to remain silent. They simply watched quietly, observing the rules here with a composure beyond their years, burying all their emotions deep in their hearts.
It seems that not everyone is unclear about why they came here.
Amidst this chaos, Jolin stood out from the crowd.
When a young-looking female instructor walked up to her and was about to touch her luggage, Qiao Lin was not flustered at all. Instead, she took the initiative to open her backpack.
Her movements were unhurried, as if she were not being inspected, but rather displaying her collection.
She took out a beautifully packaged jar of Friendship brand face cream; the glass bottle was crystal clear.
At the time, this was a rare and sought-after item, and many girls in big cities had to pull strings to buy it.
She held up the jar of face cream with a polite smile on her face.
"Reporting, Instructor!"
In an instant, the female soldiers beside him were all drawn to it.
Qiao Lin raised her chin slightly, looked at the young female instructor, and said loudly, "..."
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A note from the author:
What kind of mischief is Qiao Lin up to now?
But reality doesn't always go as she wishes.
Stay tuned for more developments!
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