"Everyone, take your positions! Stand at attention!"
"Ready, go!"
After No. 11 finished speaking, everyone started running after Bai Mu again.
Number 11 was jogging beside them, scanning everyone with a serious look.
In this way, there should be no problem with majesty.
As she thought this, her eyes suddenly focused on Bai Mu.
It's just that this thorn is not easy to deal with.
After half an hour, ten laps were completed.
One lap is only 400 meters, and ten laps are about 4 kilometers. Those students who said they couldn't do it all looked incredulous after finishing the whole course. Of course, some students were so tired that they collapsed on the ground.
The team has been broken up.
But No. 11 obviously didn't want to let them go.
"Next, I will help you build up your confidence. You, come here."
Building confidence was what they did during training.
Simply put, it means constantly attacking the opponent, forcing them to refute you, whether through sound or force, to constantly undermine their mental state. Repeatedly attack until their blood is aroused.
When No. 11 was scolded for the first time, he almost cried.
But now it's her turn to lecture others.
The boy she called over stood in front of her.
Number 11 said, "Are you a waste?"
The boy shook his head and said defiantly, "I'm not."
"You're trash!"
"I'm not!"
Number Eleven suddenly looked at him with cold eyes, and this action made the boy confused.
The murderous aura that came from the sea of corpses and blood from Number 11 frightened him so much that he dared not speak.
Number Eleven yelled, "You are a piece of trash. You don't even dare to look me in the eye. If you are not a piece of trash, then who is a piece of trash?!"
"I…"
The boy hesitated, and Eleven continued to yell, "You piece of shit! Look me in the eyes."
"I'm not trash!"
"You're nothing but a loser, a wimp. Losers like you will only pee their pants on the battlefield when the enemy's gunfire scare you!"
"I'm not trash!!"
The boy was so excited that he shouted loudly.
"Ten push-ups. Do them if you're not a piece of crap."
The boy fell to the ground with an indignant look on his face after hearing this, but he had just run ten laps and had no strength left.
He only did three when he was so tired that he lay on the ground motionless.
"waste!"
"I'm not..."
Number Eleven grabbed his collar and lifted him up like a chicken, "Say it again."
"I'm not trash."
"Speak louder, I can't hear you."
"I'm not trash!!"
"Ten push-ups! Can you do that?"
"able!"
"Then do it!"
The boy lay down and did the fourth push-up with difficulty. His arms were shaking.
The other students were terrified when they saw this scene.
Number Eleven's gaze was on Bai Mu again, "You, come here."
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