Unexpectedly, the beautiful female instructors who passed on yesterday were really beautiful, and they were also assigned to military training in their class. They are blessed and blessed!
"I rub it, it's really beautiful. I always thought it was a fake story. It's better to hear it than to see it. It's obvious that you have to see it before you know the truth."
"The facial features are very delicate, the face is small, and the skin is quite white... What a cadet, a star."
"The boys in our class are going to be envied to death by other boys, hey, hey, see, the boys in the next class don't know how many times they have watched our class."
"I must be envious. The only female instructor is assigned to our class. She is still so beautiful. Tsk tusk tusk, no way, we are lucky!"
Ye Jian smiled, are you lucky
I hope I won’t say good luck again, I hope I can keep my smile and mood now until the end of the military training.
"Tao Yi, you, the runner-up in Taekwondo, shouldn't sign with female instructors. I feel that female instructors are not good enough. Just give us the meaning of military training. We also mean to cooperate. Don't expect to experience the life of the army as we said before."
"It's okay. We can ask the male instructor in the next class to make gestures. The female instructor is still merciful."
Observing that the freshman Ye Jian continued to smile, yes, there is also a Taekwondo runner-up. By that time, she can make gestures. She has not communicated with the Taekwondo runner-up level.
Smiling Ye Jian remembered the boy "Tao Yi" silently.
After nine o’clock in the morning, the sun began to be venomous. It’s almost ten o’clock this time, and the power of the sun exposure has risen by several levels. Perhaps the new students are very enthusiastic about military training, and because the school arranges them to have camphor trees on both sides to shade them. In the lane training, he has been enthusiastic and kept talking.
Ye Jian didn't care, just standing in front and silently remembering faces, and silently remembering the performance of all the trained students in the following teams.
Forty-three students in this class are divided into four large classes. Each class needs a monitor. She needs to select the monitor through observation.
Her smiling observation made the freshmen in the class increasingly think that the female instructor leading the team was not strict, and there were more small movements. Suddenly, they heard the shout of the male instructor from the next class, and the magnificent loud voice was suddenly loud. To the extent that their hearts trembled, many freshmen were immediately thankful that the female instructors in their class were very easy-going and let them go...
Fortunately, they are female instructors in military training, but fortunately they are not male instructors!
Male instructors are still much stricter, as you could tell last night.
Yesterday, I took the bus and entered the school quietly. The male instructors went to the dormitory in a very mighty team, all dressed in olive green, carrying a big rucksack, and walking so neatly that they can keep a straight line around every turn, and bring their own. A hidden ruler has a line wherever it goes.
It is said that they don’t even bring their own bedspreads except for buckets and washbasins!
Also, the boys who live on the same floor as the instructors are fortunate to witness another episode that has only been seen on the TV. All the quilts are really stacked into tofu blocks, square, flat, and angular... just like a machine. Suppress it, that's amazing!
Towels, cups, shoes... are all lined up in a straight line, making it cool for a few boys with obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's so neat, so neat that the observing boys are cautiously awed to the end, and after returning to the dormitory, they look scared and say: "It's too strict. We are afraid that our military training will be uncomfortable!"