The next morning at eight o'clock, on the huge playground of the campus.
Students from four oil painting classes gathered here.
The other majors also stood on the playground.
They all stood very straight, forming a square.
The September sun was not very strong, but it still made the students sweat when it fell on the playground.
Bai Mu and his three roommates stood together.
The instructor had not arrived yet, so they discussed in low voices.
"No way, the instructor hasn't even arrived yet, why are we standing so seriously?"
Yun Ge complained softly, the fat on his body made him stand very uncomfortably.
Maomao and Dabai both stood very straight. Maomao said, "Yunge, stop arguing. I heard that the people we invited to train us this time are quite powerful. They are regular soldiers from the Black Stone Camp."
Baymax nodded as well, "Yeah, I really admire them. I wonder who will be coming."
Bai Mu was a little surprised when he heard the Black Stone Camp.
He had heard of the name of this camp, but his impression of it was just average.
The two soldiers from the Black Stone Camp were the ones who shot and injured him in the plane.
As he was speaking, a woman with white hair and wearing tight combat clothes came over.
"Oil Painting Classes 1, 2, and 3, it's you guys, right?"
She looked at the group of about twenty people, men and women were separated.
The girls are standing on the other side, and here are all boys.
Everyone nodded, "Yeah."
"My name is Number Eleven, and I'm your instructor. You must follow my instructions from now on."
"Perfect execution, understand?"
"From now on, my orders are iron laws. Don't think of yourselves as students, but as soldiers!"
Number Eleven spoke in a loud voice, scanning everyone with his eyes through combat goggles.
That look made the students tremble, and when looking at Baimu, No. 11 frowned.
She didn't see any fear in Bai Mu's eyes.
A normal person would be afraid when looking at her, but Bai Mu was not.
Obviously, he is a troublemaker!
She said, "You, step out."
Bai Mu looked around, "Me?"
"Yes, what's your name?"
"Bai Mu, from the oil painting class."
Bai Mu said this and took a few steps forward with a puzzled look on his face.
Number Eleven pointed to the playground and said, "Ten laps."
Bai Mu was stunned, "Why?"
He clearly didn't do anything, but he was suddenly penalized for ten laps?
Everyone was confused.
The other students also looked at him with regret.
Number Eleven frowned slightly.
"You are a soldier now. Soldiers have no excuses. Just obey orders."
"From now on, anyone who questions me again will be punished with ten laps. Now, Baimu runs laps, and the rest of you stand at attention!!!"
"Adjust your military posture!"
Bai Mu shrugged. Ten laps didn't matter to him anyway.
But he still didn't quite understand why this person targeted him right from the start.
Instead, my impression of Blackrock Camp became even worse.
He was walking on the track when number 11 came over with the square formation, "Ready!"
"run."
Bai Mu listened to her and trotted out.
Soon, the sound of synchronized footsteps could be heard behind him, "One, two, one!"
"One, two, one, follow his lead, everyone."
Bai Mu then realized that I was asked to take the lead.
He looked back and saw that everyone was running after him.
After running only about one lap, some people were already panting from exhaustion.
The officer was quite spirited. "Everyone, if you need to ask me something from now on, the first thing you should do is report!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a student raised his left hand and shouted, "Report!"
Number Eleven stopped and said, "Stop, take a rest."
"Step out, what's going on?"
The student gasped for breath, "Instructor, I, I can't stand it anymore."
"Can you please stop training?"
This is a fat boy, his physical strength has reached its limit.
He was almost exhausted after only the first lap.
Panting, holding his knees with his hands, he looked at No. 11 with contempt as he was out of breath.
Number Eleven nodded, "Okay."
"Who still doesn't want military training? Step out."
After that, many people came out.
Number Eleven pointed to the empty space nearby and said, "Those who don't want to undergo military training, come here. Beat me, and then you can do whatever you want."
As she said this, the others immediately began to stammer.
She was an officer, she had been to the battlefield.
It was the murderous look in his eyes that made these students timid.
The students who had just come out also retreated back to the team.
But Bai Mu blinked his eyes and asked, "Is there such a thing?"
After Eleven finished speaking, seeing that no one else stood up, he continued, "Military training is to shake you off your holiday laziness. Plus, if a war breaks out in the future, you'll have the opportunity to go into battle. I don't want the soldiers I train to be useless and unable to even migrate long distances."
"Are you trash?"
She shouted very seriously, stimulating the hearts of every student.
Because that's what her instructor did back then.
The young man got angry when he heard it and called the other person a waste. If he wasn't angry at all, he would have lost all his courage.
They all endured the discomfort in their bodies and said, "Instructor, let's continue."
Maomao was the first to speak.
The others nodded as well, being all men, and none of them wanted to say they were being looked down upon.
Their strong self-esteem makes them unwilling to give in.
Dabai didn't say anything. After running just over one lap, his face looked bad, but he kept holding on.
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