Qingshan sat in the military transport vehicle, silently calculating the distance. She noticed the vehicle was taking them in a series of detours, but she could sense the general direction: it was heading towards Yanshan. It seemed Xuan Xuan was right; the secrecy measures were very effective. With such a detour, no one would be able to remember the route—except, of course, Chen Qingshan.
Wu Jiaying was weak and felt a little carsick after being jolted for so long. Qingshan let her lean on his shoulder and used his spiritual power to massage her forehead. Wu Jiaying felt the warmth where Qingshan had massaged her. Although it was summer, this warmth did not make her feel dry, but rather very comfortable. Before she knew it, she fell asleep leaning against Qingshan.
Qingshan saw Wu Jiaying was asleep, so she didn't disturb her. She raised her head and her eyes met with the boy sitting across from her. As an old lady, Qingshan certainly wouldn't shy away from him or lower her head. She nodded to the boy and closed her eyes to rest.
The boy opposite was not as calm as Qingshan, his ears were red with happiness. The boys sitting on both sides of him also pushed him and made faces and winked at him.
"Oh my god! The goddess greeted you, I want to switch seats with you!"
"No, no, get out of the way!"
"Brother, can I buy this for 50 yuan?"
"roll--!"
Qingshan has delicate facial features, fair skin, and a pearly luster filter. She is very recognizable in the crowd and has long been noticed by the sharp-eyed freshmen. Although she is young, she has already become a goddess in the hearts of many boys. Today, a group of boys almost broke their heads in order to sit opposite her.
The military vehicle drove for nearly four hours before reaching the barracks. Qingshan estimated that they were almost in Hebei Province. Once inside, just as Xuan Xuan had said, the students who concealed their phones suffered terrible consequences.
The 500 freshmen assigned to this unit were divided into 10 teams, each trained by highly qualified non-commissioned officers. Dormitories were also arranged by team, with members of the same team living together.
After the training teams and dormitories were assigned, each student received a set of camouflage military training uniforms, complete with clothing, shoes, and belts. The students changed into their uniforms and gathered at the training ground. Today was their first day in the army, and the leadership gave a speech.
Zhou Shuyi felt annoyed as he looked at the uneven and crooked formation in front of him.
He comes from a military family and was taught to stand like a pine tree or sit like a bell since childhood. He dislikes the sickly, frail young masters of today's college students. In recent years, he has been in charge of the military training of college students, and he has been practicing a lot of hard work on these spoiled only children, leaving them feeling exhausted after the training.
Zhou Shuyi also has a problem. When he meets students who look sturdy and honest, he will be a little nicer to them. The fairer and thinner they are, the more he looks down on them and the harsher he scolds them. He treats everyone equally and criticizes girls as well.
Therefore, in the past few years, Zhou Shuyi's popularity among the freshmen of Capital University has remained high. Many girls who were scolded by him and cried have pricked his figurines and sincerely wished him death.
"Everyone! Stand at attention! Stand straight ahead! Stand at ease!"
Zhou Shuyi suppressed his anger as he watched the students line up, thinking: You are all so crooked and laughing, just wait and see how I train you tomorrow!
After the formation was completed, there were speeches by school leaders, military instructors, and other different speeches. The content was similar, and they were all clichés about improving physical fitness and cultivating an iron will.
An hour later, the final stage began with a speech by the army's highest commander.
I saw a tall, muscular man in army training uniform walking towards me with a standard pace. The distance of each step he took was the same, as if it was measured with a ruler.
Arriving at the front of the team, the man put his hands behind his back, opened his legs shoulder-width apart, and stood there motionless. Everyone in the team's eyes lit up: Wow! Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, wow, this figure, this military posture, these sunglasses, so handsome!
"Formal military training will begin tomorrow. Commander Zhou will be in charge. Everyone must obey your superiors. Everyone, stand at attention! Dismiss!"
After saying that, Luo Wenyuan was the first to leave the training ground. The strong sunlight made him very uncomfortable, and his combat uniform was soaked with cold sweat. He had to go back quickly.
The students finally realized what was happening—the Supreme Commander had only said three sentences? Could this mean they could go back to their dorms and rest?
It seems the amount of talk is inversely proportional to rank. That instructor in his forties rambled on for half an hour and was only a captain, while that handsome guy just now only said three sentences and, judging by his rank, he's already a colonel! This fully proves that too much talk leads to mistakes and affects one's career.
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