The master of the reborn business girl

第298章 教官老八
Man is a kind of animal that seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. He always admires perfect things and wants to get close to them. For flawed things, he will rely on subjective judgment to enlarge the shortcomings, so as to stay away from and reject them.

Right now, with good family affairs and outstanding appearance, Meng Ziheng has become a real prince charming.However, Song Ye, who is outstanding in appearance but insists on living in a high-end double dormitory with a scholarship, has become a tainted and ulterior motive.

The same outstanding appearance, but received completely different treatment, but they never thought that getting a full scholarship just because of good grades does not mean that Song Ye has no money.Since she is rich, why bother to fight for the bathroom with others, it is normal to live a more comfortable life.

Chatting here is in full swing, the tall men in camouflage uniforms are already striding forward with steady steps, looking at the bustling crowd, each exchanged a color and smiled: "These carrot heads are so excited , it’s time to cool them down.”

As soon as the voice fell, the whistle on the chest started to sound, and the rapid beep beep made everyone look over in an instant. When they saw a dozen men approaching aggressively, the boys and girls unconsciously panicked. Tight, this emotion comes from the students' instinctive nervousness towards the teacher.

"Everyone is there. Quickly line up and start counting. If the formation is incomplete within one minute, you will be punished." The brats got off their horses one by one, and it took a week to make them obedient.

Sure enough, the crowd started to commotion. All the students raced against time to stand in formation, but they hadn't discussed where to stand beforehand. Everyone just wandered around in place like headless chickens. Later, when they managed to line up, they were pushing and jostling. outrageous.

"Stop, it's time." The instructor stared at his watch and gave the order, his black eyes scanned around, and he frowned and asked seriously: "Do you think you are lined up neatly?"

No one in the room spoke. The children nowadays are all smart, they know how to shoot the first bird, and no one is so foolish as to want to be missed by the instructor on the first day.

After waiting for a long time, no one spoke, he nodded, continued to keep a dark face, and said loudly: "You are the first batch of students I brought, and you are also the worst batch of soldiers I have ever seen. In order to let you realize that My practice technique, now everyone spreads out at arm's length from left to right and front to back."

The instructor's voice was loud and majestic, which really gave people a sense of oppression in the military camp. All the students did not dare to be negligent, for fear that they would be seen if their actions were delayed, and they would be arrested and set as a model later.

After the formation was dispersed, the instructor issued a second order, "Everyone is there. Stand still for four to ten minutes without moving your hands or feet. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." Everyone responded subconsciously, but secretly felt bitter in their hearts. Four to ten minutes, such a hot weather is really killing them.

Although the little radishes frowned on their faces, they still stayed in their own pits obediently, gritted their teeth and completed their missions.

As time passed, the playground fell into silence, and the scorching sun above the head was more and more unscrupulously exposing the body in the silent air, as if trying to evaporate all the moisture in the person.

After only 15 minutes, a little girl in front of her collapsed overwhelmed, and the surroundings elicited exclamations.

"Don't move!" The instructor's voice was still stern and loud, and there was no tension on the face of the students who were yelling to go over to help.

Afterwards, the girl was quickly carried down by the school doctor's team. She didn't completely lose consciousness, nor could she hold on completely. After resting in the stands, she sat there drinking water and blowing the air. This is what many people use during military training. trick.

It's not that I can't, but I don't want to.

For this kind of students, the coach of the third class of senior high school only said, "I don't force anyone to participate in the training, but there is no need for the soldiers who fell from my battlefield to return to the team. I am your instructor, old eight, remember what I said."

Song Ye stood there, raised his eyebrows and looked at the black-faced instructor of their class, and heard the sobbing of the girl in the stands, thinking that this person was really rude.

And the instructors on the other courts all faintly take him as the leader, so the rules must be followed, and all the freshmen in the field dare not just say it.

Just kidding, without participating in military training together, it is easy to lose your social circle after school starts, which is a big taboo in campus life.

After 10 minutes, some people fell down one after another, but this time they really couldn't hold on, because the weather was too hot, and the students with slightly weaker physical fitness had already reached their limit.

There are not many people left in Song Ye's high school class one and three. It seems that most of them are in poor physique, but the guy who has always been cold around him is very persistent. There were two blushes on Zhang Qingjun's luxurious face, and he pursed his lips a bit stubbornly.

Meng Ziheng didn't expect that he would stand with Song Ye. Just now, many people were scrambling to stand beside him, so he was squeezed further and further back. When he finally realized, he was surrounded by Song Ye.

At this time, both of them were standing in the last row, so why didn't Meng Ziheng look at Song Ye? In terms of body shape and appearance, Song Ye's small body of 1.7 meters, and his face as white as a flower, no matter how you look at it He is more manly.

But standing in the military posture for nearly four or ten minutes, he felt parched and hot, but the young man beside him was still at ease, as if the vicious sunlight did not shine on him.

Finally, when the instructor's whistle sounded and the big guys were asked to rest and drink water for 5 minutes, everyone was almost limp on the grass, stretching their necks like a tired dog.

Although Meng Ziheng didn't sit down in consideration of his image, he was still terribly tired. Gululu drank a large bottle of water before he felt relieved.

Turning his head, he saw Song Ye standing under the shade of a tree on the other side, unhurried, with a cold expression that was more than his own.

Thinking of being pushed down in the dormitory this morning, he turned his head full of displeasure. At this time, a boy came up to him, "If Young Master Meng doesn't like that Song Ye, I have plenty of ways to punish him, and even Make him ashamed to come to school."

The boy got too close, and the smell of sweat made Meng Ziheng take a step back, a little displeased: "What you do has nothing to do with me, don't come near me." Then, he threw away the bottle, turned around and left.

The boy thought that he agreed if he didn't object, and a pair of eyes stared at Song Ye with a hint of malice.

After 10 minutes, the coach started a new round of drills, "Everyone gets ready for the exercise, and starts running 1 meters in 1000 minute, with a time limit of 8 minutes."

(End of this chapter)