The weather in September was hot, and the sun was still very strong after the military training began. A group of students wearing uniform military training uniforms stood straight in the playground.
The freshmen in the first year of high school were divided into more than 20 square formations for separate training. Each class formed a small square and each occupied a position, which was strictly managed by the instructors specifically responsible for training.
Because it was in the military camp, the instructors treated all students in their teens with the same high standards. They checked the students' military postures with stern faces and serious expressions. If anyone stood incorrectly, they would be pointed out immediately and corrected continuously.
The weather was too hot, and the sweat on his forehead was like little bugs crawling, slowly sliding down. Mi Yang felt that he could feel the sweat dripping just by blinking.
In fact, apart from the heat, everything else was fine. Mi Yang grew up in the army. Bai Luochuan thought he was in poor health, but that was only in comparison with Master Bai himself. Mi Yang felt he was okay. Standing in the second squad, his posture was the most standard, and relatively speaking, he was relaxed. When they were young, they were taken by Mi Zehai to the mountains for training together. They walked five kilometers without any weights and walked back by themselves without asking for help from adults.
Some students in Mi Yang's team were already unable to hold on. The boys standing in the back row had their shirts soaked with sweat from some of the fat ones. The girls in the front row were so sunburned that they could hardly stand.
Mi Yang's instructor was a young man, with a whiter face than the other instructors. He smiled and looked good-tempered, and he took good care of them. When the young instructor saw that they couldn't stand, he said to them, "Everyone, move forward - march in unison!"
Mi Yang's class moved forward as a whole. When the girls walked under the shade of the tree, the instructor immediately called out, "Stand still! Turn around!"
This time, after the turn, the girls were in the shade of the trees at the back, while the boys were facing the scorching sun.
A boy muttered quietly.
The little instructor had sharp ears and came over with a smile and said, "What are you talking about? Speak louder!"
The boy blushed and shouted, "Report—I say, I say the instructor is not equal to men and women!"
The whole class laughed. The instructor nodded and said, "Yes, a man should endure some hardships. So far, none of the girls in our class have raised their hands to ask for leave. This is already great!"
He was very confident in his favoritism, and this time several of the weaker girls gritted their teeth and persevered, their eyes shining, and their sense of collective honor was particularly strong.
The boys just made a few comments and didn't really compete with each other. They just stood there with their bodies straight. Mi Yang stood in the second to last row, half of his body was in the shade and half was in the sun. Even with the brim of his hat blocking the view, he had to squint his eyes to look forward. He smiled when he heard the conversation between his classmates and the instructor, and a shallow dimple appeared on one side of his cheek.
The young instructor asked them to stand at attention for a while, and then began to have them practice marching in unison and goose-stepping in rows. Everyone practiced very hard, and every half an hour they had a few minutes of free time to move their hands and feet, which was relatively happy.
The instructor of the next class had dark skin, which probably got even darker after being exposed to the sun in the army. He had a very serious face and treated the students as his new recruits without any mercy. If they did well, the instructor would call them out and praise them loudly, and show them how to do it. If they did not do well, he would punish them with a stern face and make them do it more times until they learned it. It can be said that he was very strict.
Among the students in Class 1, Bai Luochuan was the most conspicuous one. He had standard posture and was the best one. When standing at attention, the black-faced instructor let him stand alone opposite the whole class and used him as an example to teach everyone.
Bai Luochuan stood there with his legs straight, his arms hanging naturally close to his trouser line, and his posture as tall and straight as a poplar tree.
The students standing in the front row of their class were also girls. The students who had given speeches at the freshman assembly were very interested in him. Now they had a rare opportunity to look at him openly, so they were a little shy and looked at him with wide eyes. But it was not just the girls. The boys in the back row of the class were also looking at him with a bit of curiosity.
Bai Luochuan didn't pay much attention to their gazes. He looked straight ahead, with a slight shadow covered by the brim of his hat. His straight nose, thin and handsome lips, and even the taut lines of his chin made him look handsome.
The formation of Class 2 next door was right next to them, having also occupied the only shade of the tree in advance. They were now walking past them in rows practicing marching.
The instructor of Class 2 smiled and blew the whistle, asking the students to keep up with the rhythm, and he watched and corrected them from the side. The students were very obedient, and the instructor thought they were almost there, so he asked them to practice in rows without interruption.
After walking for only two times, I heard the instructor next to me shouting, "Bai Luochuan! Step out! Take three steps forward!"
The tall, handsome boy standing in the front shouted, “Yes!”
The dark-faced instructor came over, stood in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "Does it look good?"
Bai Luochuan shouted: "Report to the instructor, it looks great!"
The stern-faced instructor asked again: "Really? Then tell me, which class next door has the best walking style?"
Bai Luochuan stood there without hesitation: "Report to the instructor, we need to observe carefully!"
As soon as he finished saying this, the whole class burst into laughter.
The black-faced instructor said, "Since it's so beautiful, I'll give you a chance to see it from a different angle. Get ready to do 50 push-ups!"
Bai Luochuan had standard posture and sufficient physical strength. He was not afraid at all. As soon as the instructor said that, he lay down on the spot and started doing push-ups, counting as he did so. His voice was clear and his posture was neat and clean. He did better than the veterans who had been in the army for several years.
The instructor of Class 2 saw this and stopped their class from practicing marching. He asked everyone to march forward in unison, and after they reached the shade of the tree, they stopped. The front row squatted down, and the back row stood up. He said with a smile, "Come on, everyone, look carefully. From what I can see, this student has the most standard posture on the entire playground! Look carefully, this is called a standard push-up. Let's learn from him and do a few of them later!"
The shade of the tree was not big. The students in Class 2 were squatting there and looking over there in unison. Dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at the most dazzling freshman in Class 1.
Bai Luochuan held his body and stiffened for a moment: "..."
The black-faced instructor said, "Keep going!"
Bai Luochuan gritted his teeth and said, "... 27! 28!"
After completing 50 push-ups, Bai Luochuan was put back into the team by the instructor. Although Bai Luochuan's face had the same indifferent expression as usual, it could be seen that the tips of his ears were slightly red.
Bai Luochuan performed the best among the freshmen team, but he was also a thorn in the side. He was the one with the most standard movements every time, and he was also the one who was not disciplined and moved his eyes. The stern-faced instructor was particularly caring towards him. After he was punished several times, he was let go again. Overall, he was praised more than criticized, and he was considered the most favorite student.
Class One and Class Two are close to each other, so Mi Yang's class was also affected. Bai Luochuan had a handsome face, and was born with fair skin that didn't easily get tanned. He stood out among the freshmen. Every time he was punished to do push-ups or other exercises, many girls in Mi Yang's class would secretly look up at him.
The instructor of Class 2 was better. He was very approachable and smiling. He was not angry when he saw them. He said to them, "No, the good kids in our class can't learn this. Come on, everyone, turn around!"
The good kids in Class 2 all turned to the rear and continued to stand at attention facing the shade of the trees.
Just as they turned around, they heard the black-faced instructor of Class 1 say angrily, "Bai Luochuan, keep watching! Do 20 more push-ups!"
The young man's clear voice behind him answered loudly: "Yes!"
After a day of training, everyone was much more active than usual during dinner and Mi Yang even ate half a bowl of rice more than usual.
The classmate next to him was tanned after a day of tanning. He was in sharp contrast with Mi Yang. However, boys didn't care about their skin color. They didn't care about these things as long as they were full. The boy finished a bowl of rice in one breath, and then he sighed: "Mi Yang, your brother is really amazing. The amount of exercise he did in one day is more than what we did in three days! Hey, is your brother's family in the military? How come his posture is so standard?"
Mi Yang nodded and said, "Yes, my father was a soldier before."
The classmate enviously said, "No wonder, you are good at keeping your room clean, and your quilt is folded like a square block of tofu, so beautiful!"
Mi Yang smiled and said, "I'll help you tomorrow."
The boy's eyes lit up immediately and he said, "That's great!" Then he felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "You don't need to help too much, just help me pinch out the four corners. I can't do that well every time."
Mi Yang nodded and agreed.
Perhaps because he thought Mi Yang was approachable, the boy joked, "Hey, your brother has been exercising so much today, he must have eaten three bowls of rice, right?"
Mi Yang thought for a moment and said seriously: "More than that."
Two or three tables away, Bai Luochuan was eating in his class, with the stern-faced instructor sitting next to him. The two of them ate in silence, Bai Luochuan eating with big mouthfuls, and the three empty bowls next to him didn't look quite in line with his handsome face - the rice in the military camp was served in advance and placed there, and he took two extra bowls of rice to save trouble and didn't go to return the bowls. There would probably be nothing left if he went back now.
Bai Luochuan exercises a lot and eats a lot. He has no worries when growing up. After eating, he wipes his mouth and runs to the dormitory.
As soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw that his thermos was already filled with hot water, and the basin next to it, which had his name and number written on it, was half filled with cold water, and his towel was also placed on it. Bai Luochuan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who got this hot water?"
The boy who shared the same dormitory with him said, "Oh, your brother—he called you your brother, a boy from Class 2, not very tall, with fair skin, and a dimple when he smiled."
Bai Luochuan raised the corner of his lips and said, "I understand."
He washed up with hot water and stood there wiping his face with a towel when a classmate next to him asked curiously, "Brother Bai, do you have a younger brother? I think you two look a little bit alike."
Bai Luochuan said: "Nonsense, we look exactly alike."
The classmate stood there thinking seriously for a long time, his face full of confusion. Bai Luochuan's aura was so sharp that he looked like a dagger, but the boy who came today was not like that. Especially when he smiled, he was like a breeze and was very easy to get along with!
The friendly classmate Mi Yang is organizing a small activity in his dormitory.
He brought in a bag of beef jerky hidden in his backpack, and before the instructor came to check the dormitories, he quickly and decisively distributed it to several people in the same dormitory. The stomachs of boys of this age are like bottomless pits, and they can never feel full no matter how much they eat. After dinner in the evening, they immediately gathered together to finish the bag of beef jerky. Each person ate a few big chunks, and the feeling of chewing meat in their mouths made their eyes light up.
Mi Yang chewed slowly and suddenly remembered that Bai Luochuan also had half a bag. He had eaten some on the way to report to the school, so he should have some left to satisfy his craving.
In the boys' dormitory a few rooms away, Bai Luochuan was being searched in a vest and shorts.
He watched the dark-faced instructor flipping over on his bed, and followed his gaze, saying, "Instructor, it's really nothing..."
Before he finished speaking, the instructor took out a small bag of beef jerky and asked him, "What is this?"
The lights in the dormitory were very bright. There was a pink heart drawn on the bag, and the three words "To Brother" were written crookedly, just like a kid who had just graduated from kindergarten. But even though the handwriting was not beautiful, that touch of pink still made all the boys in the dormitory's eyes light up - none of them had a girlfriend yet!
Bai Luochuan thought for a while and said, "This is a gift from a little sister—"
The instructor waved his hand and said sternly, "What brother and sister? I don't care if you have a premature love affair, but you can't eat snacks here!"
Bai Luochuan's eyes fell on the bag and he was still looking at it.
Several roommates were so moved that one of them even raised his hand and said, "Instructor, can you give it back to him or give him another punishment?"
Some people also said: "Instructor, please stop punishing our Brother Bai all the time. It's not easy for him to listen to you. Just tell him how many push-ups he has done today. Please don't make it difficult for him!"
"That's right, why are you targeting him? Just for a bite of food. If you punish him, we will run in circles too!"
“Protest violent law enforcement!”
The instructor looked around the dormitory and his eyes fell on Bai Luochuan. He held up the bag and asked him seriously, "If you were given another chance, would you share the beef jerky with your roommates?"
Bai Luochuan's Adam's apple moved twice, and he said, "Report! I need to think about it."
The stern-faced instructor looked up and asked the boys, "Are you still running with him?"
All the boys in the dormitory said angrily: "Report to the instructor, we won't go!!"