Classmates: the Perfect Male God

Buses stopped at the entrance of the training base.

Students jumped out of the car one by one, looking at everything in front of them with curious eyes.

This training base is located in the wilderness.

There are lush trees everywhere, and cicadas chirping.

There are also majestic instructors in military uniforms, their military postures are as straight as poplars.

From entering this place, you can feel an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

This also means that military training has begun.

Just arrived in the morning, the person in charge of the training base called all the students together and announced the rules and regulations of the military training base in public.

"This place is fragrant with birds and flowers, the air is fresh, and it's so fun!"

It was also the first time for Yu Hao to come to this military training base. Like a cheerful lark, he wandered around everywhere, and everything he saw was novel.

Lin Fan said in his heart that you shouldn't cry later.

Then, everyone went to the assigned military training dormitory.

The white paint on the walls looked like sheets of fluffy rice paper in the sunlight.

A hardboard camp bed that goes up and down, and there is no bathroom nearby.

"Fanfan, I want to go home."

Yu Hao's face fell down again and he almost cried.

This condition can be said to be quite touching.

After hurriedly set up and salute, the instructor's whistle suddenly sounded, announcing that the military training life has officially begun.

The photography class and the choreographer class were assigned together.

Yu Hao stood at the front of the row on the far right, Xiao Haiyang, Lin Fan, Bi Shisan and Lu Qiaochuan stood in a row.

Lin Fan's instructor was a small man named Zhang Chi.

His face was firm, his skin was dark, and his eyes were shining, obviously dissatisfied with the sloppy style of these college students.

As soon as you get up, it's a downer.

Stand in a military posture for twenty minutes.

"Puff puff!"

After standing for a while, Yu Hao couldn't take it anymore, and he let out a secret signal in his mouth, screaming incessantly: "Ocean, when will we have to stand before we can eat, I'm hungry."

"You'd better not talk."

Xiao Haiyang didn't look sideways, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

Instructor Zhang Chi's eyes were like radar, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "The last row, get out of the queue!"

"okay!"

Yu Hao happily threw his arms and walked out.

He was quite happy, hehe smiled, and finally no longer had to stand in a military posture.

"Instructor, what are you doing?"

Good guy, Yu Hao was so happy that he even spoke his Northeastern accent.

Naive child.

Xiao Haiyang sighed silently.

Lin Fan also observed three seconds of silence for him.

"Squat down!"

Zhang Chi's face was dark, and he didn't even look at Yu Hao.

"???"

Yu Hao was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

"You must call the report before asking a question. If you ask a question without calling the report, you will be punished for 10 minutes of squatting!"

Instructor Zhang Chi glanced coldly at the crowd: "You are whispering in the queue and you will be punished for squatting for 20 minutes!"

"Do you understand everything?"

"Report, understand!"

"Everyone rests in place!"

Zhang Chi glanced at Yu Hao, "You continue to squat, with your right leg down and your waist straight!"

Looking at Yu Hao's expression of wanting to cry but no tears.

The corner of Lu Qiaochuan's mouth twitched slightly, "I'll go, so cruel!"

[Go home from get off work, there will be an update at night, ask for flowers, ask for evaluation tickets! ! ! ].

Chapter [*]: Thirteen You are a genius! [Ask for a flower evaluation ticket! 】

"The rules here are like this. The instructors have good and bad tempers, and they are very random. If I knew earlier, I would remind you not to talk in the queue."

Xiao Haiyang has a face that people are used to seeing vicissitudes of life.

"Could it be... Are we going to stand like this for twenty days?" Lu Qiaochuan felt that the future was gloomy.

"Standing in the military position is still the happiest, and then you will find a lot of perverted things."

"Everyone has it, stand at attention!" Zhang Chi suddenly shouted.

The scattered team did not assemble immediately, and Lu Qiaochuan asked in a low voice, "What else is going on?"

"Fourth in the last row, get out of the queue!"

"You like talking, don't you, squat for 10 minutes!"

"No problem!" Lu Qiaochuan raised his hand.

"No problem, right, squat for twenty minutes!"

Zhang Chi glared at him.

Seeing that the photography class was punished, Pan Zhen of the choreography class laughed out loud.

"You like to laugh, don't you, you list me!"

"What are you looking at, what about you!"

Zhang Chi pulled Pan Zhen out: "Squat down, 20 minutes!"

"I didn't speak, why did I squat for 20 minutes?"

Pan Zhen felt that he was being punished, lost face, and muttered softly.

"thirty minutes!"

"I'm not convinced!" Pan Zhen shook his head and roared.

"Forty minutes!"

Instructor Zhang Chi sneered: "Are you still convinced?"

"..."

Pan Zhen stopped talking.

Zhang Chi said with a dark face, "You are all college students, and you are the backbone of the motherland, but when you come here, you are my soldiers, and you must have the consciousness of being a soldier. No matter what your background, as long as you don't obey orders Yes, you have to be trained!"

The whole queue was silent.

There was a hint of satisfaction on Zhang Chi's black face.

These arrogant and lazy recruits have to practice hard.

Sharpen their sharpness.

Otherwise, how will the team lead?

He just stood there quietly for an hour in a military posture.

Everyone was exhausted and paralyzed, but they dared not speak out.

In comparison, the girls' company in the photography class was much more relaxed.

The white-faced instructor is very gentle with girls.

"If you want to go to the toilet, you should report first, then rest for fifteen minutes, and then train until lunch."

"Anyone else with any other problems? No resting in place."

"Report, what's your zodiac sign, instructor?" Zhong Bai raised his hand and asked with a smile.

"Cancer, right?" Lin Ruoxue tilted her head and smiled.

"Cough, you can't ask questions that have nothing to do with training!" The gentle instructor with a white face showed a helpless look on his face.

The black-faced god Zhang Chi had his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth, feeling that the queue was quiet and orderly, and nodded with satisfaction.

Suddenly, someone in the queue was heard raising their hands and saying in a faint voice, "Report! I'm not feeling well!"

"What's wrong, it's uncomfortable to stand for so long, keep standing!"

Zhang Chi's face darkened again.

Lin Fan glanced at the corner of his eyes.

Every minute and every second of standing in the military posture, his experience value is rising rapidly.

comfortable.

Bi Shisan's figure was shaky, as if he glanced at Lin Fan inadvertently.

Then, he fell beautifully.

Lin Fan understood and supported Bi Shisan.

"Are you okay?"