For a whole week, not a single raindrop fell.
The second track and field stadium was practically smoking under the scorching sun. After the teams were divided, the training progress of each company was uniformly fixed on the marching exercise.
"Marching—forward—!" The instructor's rough voice echoed throughout the entire field.
At the instructor's command, the little green men, standing in square formation, raised their legs to the same height and, with a "thud," stepped onto the yellow earth, kicking up a cloud of dust that obscured the sky.
The entire formation looked like it was walking in a desert, with yellow dust flying everywhere.
Fortunately, they were already used to it, and everyone prepared a disposable mask before coming to protect themselves from the sand and dust.
This has become a unique sight found only at the Second Track and Field Stadium.
At the entrance, a group of students dressed in uniforms distinctly different from camouflage were carrying several boxes into the venue.
"Finally, I can experience the joy of watching others do military training."
"Last year, we trained in a place like this, and it was the first time in my life that I truly experienced eating dirt."
"The first test for admission to the Japanese Department will be tough enough for them."
"Alright, let's take advantage of this break time to move the drinks over and distribute them." A tall boy who seemed to be the leader turned around and glanced at his classmates who were gloating behind him.
"Class monitor, we're just happy to see this. This time last year, I was thinking about dressing smartly and showing off to the younger students." Xiang Yang said in a cheeky tone.
"You're not looking fresh, you're just showing off," someone else joked.
Seeing that the squad leader had started arguing again, he stopped helplessly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's hot, everyone hurry up and finish delivering the refreshments and go back."
As is tradition, the senior students would bring iced drinks and fruit to the freshmen in their department during military training. The class monitor called seven or eight boys in the class to help carry the drinks over. The boys in the class were always active, so he was used to it. However, the weather was really hot, and he wanted to finish delivering the things as soon as possible and go back early.
“You guys need to be a bit more reserved later, don’t let the female students know that their seniors are all a bunch of chatterboxes.” Then he gestured with his chin to the back, “Pei Ke is fine, just maintain the demeanor of a cool and aloof senior.”
At the very back of the group followed a tall, slender figure in a white shirt and black pants. He remained quiet the entire way, seemingly lost in thought.
Xiang Yang didn't care at all. "I want to warm and influence them with my smile, not freeze them with my eyes."
Squad leader: "Your smile might be less pronounced in this kind of weather."
A few minutes later, we finally arrived at the square where the Japanese Department was located.
It was during a break, and the atmosphere had become quite lively. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the Japanese and Chinese departments were having a singing contest, with the instructors on both sides using megaphones to provoke each other.
The one who is better at verbal sparring can ask the losing side to perform a show, such as singing a military song or showcasing other talents.
At this moment, the Japanese language instructor, holding a megaphone, his eyebrows practically pointing to the sky, jeered into the megaphone, "Hey you over there, give us one!"
The students behind them joined in the commotion, chanting, "One more! One more!"
The Chinese literature instructor said, "If you're willing to accept defeat, let's sing 'Unity is Strength'." He was about to start singing.
A chorus of sighs erupted from the other side. "It's always the same few songs. Give us something new, everyone, right? New songs, new songs..."
Next came the grand, unified slogan, demanding that the Chinese department come up with something new.
"Reporting to the instructor, let Su Xun go up." It was unclear who made this statement, but it reached the instructor's ears immediately.
Su Xun in the crowd: "..."
She was just taking advantage of the time when the two groups were competing to rub her legs. What did she do wrong?
"Yes, let Su Xun dance and show them off."
The people around her smiled and nudged her arm, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Su Xun sighed resignedly, then stood up, dusted off his trousers, and walked to the front of the line.
Upon seeing this, the crowd erupted in cheers once again.
During a break a couple of days ago, Su Xun lost a game and was punished by having to perform a talent show. She danced, and as a result, her classmates remembered this beautiful girl who could also dance.
The instructor at the front took out his phone from his pants pocket. Su Xun picked out a song with a familiar rhythm, then took off his camouflage jacket and walked to the open space between the two formations.
It was just everyone joking around unintentionally, and unlike the strictness of previous commercial performances, she was much more relaxed.
The dance was a short piece about cowboys, lively and energetic with a brisk rhythm. The lack of suitable dance shoes didn't hinder the precision of the steps at all.
In the past, she would practice a dance repeatedly at home before taking on an event, until she had memorized every movement. She studied at a dance training institution for three years and did not slack off afterward, so it is not difficult for her to choreograph a dance on the spot now.
The yellow earth beneath their feet was covered with footprints, and in the center, a girl stretched out her limbs, her steps light and graceful. Her well-fitting short-sleeved shirt accentuated her beautiful curves with each movement, and glistening beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.
Someone below took out their phone and recorded this part.
As soon as the dance ended, both formations erupted in cheers and shouts.
"Who is that? I can actually see beauty in this environment."
"This year's female students are amazing! First, there's Su Xun, who has a stunning face and figure, and then there's that unknown girl dancing gracefully under the yellow earth. Why didn't we have any like this in our previous year?"
The class monitor mingled into the Japanese department's formation, spoke with the instructor, and then waved to the people behind him to bring over the drinks.
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