"Didi didi..."
The siren outside the house became louder and louder, and the sound continued.
"Everyone get up, get up at the fast store, and go for a morning run right away."
The door of dormitory 301 was kicked open violently. Fortunately, the force was not too strong and the door was relatively strong and not laminated. Otherwise, the door would have been kicked open.
"Get up and start your morning run."
In dormitory 301, an officer walked in from the outside. The military rank above did not look high, but it was not small either, with the rank of second lieutenant.
"What are you doing? You're up so early."
Jiang Zhuangzhuang complained and started to get up before he had enough sleep.
"What time is it? I'm still sleeping. It's six o'clock and the sun is shining on my butt."
After being reprimanded by the officer, several people stood up one after another, not daring to procrastinate any more. They were all afraid that if there was any more procrastination, the officer would sort it out.
After all, you must have at least one month of military training in school. During this month, the officers have the right to give you grades. If it is cancelled, you will not be able to graduate.
After a while, people came out of every dormitory door.
Everyone stood crowded together, basically like wilted flowers, with their heads lowered.
"What are you all doing? What did you do last night?"
Seeing these people with their heads down and listless, Chang Jun got angry and was holding back his anger.
"Report, I dreamed about fairies last night, so I didn't sleep well."
Suddenly, a man with his head lowered in the team raised his hand and shouted a report.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, everyone in the team laughed. The people standing there who were about to fall asleep were all amused by this sentence.
"Dream Fairy?"
"Okay, this was a good dream."
Suddenly the instructor turned coldly to the person who shouted the report, "Do a hundred push-ups for me, do it now."
"ah?"
"Ah what? If you don't do it, add a hundred more."
"Do it, do it now, no more."
The young man stood out of the queue in fear, and glared at the instructor with his glasses, but he did not dare to be too obvious.
I was afraid that I would be discovered. If I were discovered, it would be bad luck.
"Nice to meet you. I am your instructor, Chang Jun."
After Chang Jun finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the team. After walking around for a while, he came back.
"Start counting now!"
"one two three… …"
"Okay, but there are thirty-four people on your list. Why did you only report thirty-one people?"
Chang Jun took the list of students in his hand and checked them one by one, but found that there were three people missing, so he asked confusedly.
"Reporting to the instructor, repeaters Xie Mingzhong, Fan Erhe and Sun Lijian have not arrived."
"It's the three of them again. They were like last year and repeated the grade. But they are like this this year. Go and call them over."
Chang Jun was a little angry.
Last year, these three people, especially Xie Mingzhong, worked against him. If you asked him to go east, he would go west.
But later, I gave him an official position and asked him to be the captain of the military training, and then I became more content.
But I didn't expect him to show up again this year. It seems that I can't be so kind anymore when I catch him.
If you are more kind to him, he will slap you in the face, which is outrageous.
In the bathroom, "Er He, what time is it?"
Xie Mingzhong was knocked unconscious and asked in a state of confusion after sleeping until now.
"Uh huh! Big... Thank you..."
Fan Erhe had a snakeskin bag put on his head, and his speech was a bit awkward and hesitant.
Xie Mingzhong didn't hear what he said, so he asked again, "Um, what? Do you deserve another beating?"
Xie Mingzhong was not put in a snakeskin bag by Liu Yang, so he naturally did not understand the pain of Fan Erhe being put in a snakeskin bag.
"What's wrong, you're mute?"
Seeing that Fan Erhe didn't speak for a long time, Xie Mingzhong became a little angry.
"Ah? Erhe, why are you tied up?"
Just when Xie Mingzhong turned around angrily and was about to scold Fan Er, he opened his eyes and was stunned.
Fan Erhe was seen with a snakeskin bag put over his head, and his hands and feet were glued together with all-purpose glue.
When he was getting ready, he found that although he was not covered by the snakeskin bag, his clothes were firmly stuck to the floor tiles.
Only his neck could move, and the rest could not move, which made him even more anxious.
"Hey! Some people don't, some don't."
Xie Mingzhong, who was stuck to the floor tiles, screamed.