'At ease.'
'Attention!'
'Thirty minutes of military stance, anyone who moves adds five more minutes.'
Everyone was suffering.
But the four from Luo Ye were almost asleep.
They had been gaming late into the night until 4 AM, then got up at 6:30 for roll call.
At that moment, they were all drowsy.
The instructor walked through the formation, his sharp eyes scanning everyone.
Suddenly, he frowned.
A boy had his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
Sleeping while standing?
The instructor approached the boy.
Those around him stifled their laughter.
'Hey, student.'
The boy snapped awake, locking eyes with the instructor.
'Here!'
Wang Dahammer instinctively shouted, opening his eyes to see the instructor's square face.
What's going on? Wasn't I in bed? How did I end up doing military stance?
'Ha ha ha ha.'
Finally, everyone couldn't hold back their laughter.
But the instructor didn't laugh.
This meant serious consequences.
The instructor remained silent, and gradually, the laughter died down.
Then the instructor smiled.
'So funny, why isn't everyone laughing anymore?'
'Laughing? Huh? Now you're not laughing, right?'
'Add thirty minutes of military stance.'
After saying this, the instructor turned to Wang Dahammer and said, 'This student seems quite out of it.'
'Go, ten laps around the track, let's get you wake up.'
'Instructor, I...'
'Fifteen laps.'
'Yes!'
Wang Dahammer, with a grim face, raised his arms and ran towards the track.
Poor hammer brother.
The three from Luo Ye prayed for him in their hearts.
'Everyone, rest on the spot for ten minutes.'
Luo Ye collapsed onto the ground.
Staying up all night plus an hour of military stance was too much; he couldn't take it.
Wang Dahammer sat on the ground, questioning life.
After fifteen laps, he felt like he was floating.
'Brother Hammer, are you okay?'
Luo Ye asked.
Wang Dahammer lifted his head, looking blankly at Luo Ye, appearing utterly exhausted.
Seeing this, Luo Ye panicked and shook Wang Dahammer's body.
'Brother Hammer, hang in there.'
Wang Dahammer didn't respond at all; he lowered his head, his mouth moving.
'Brother Hammer, what are you saying? Are you thirsty or hungry?'
Luo Ye leaned close to Wang Dahammer's mouth, listening carefully to what he was saying.
'I... need... a... wai... pee...'
Luo Ye: ???
Suddenly, Wang Dahammer seemed to see something, his eyes widening.
Luo Ye followed his gaze.
He saw a girl handing Li Haoyang a bottle of Pocari Sweat.
'What the heck!'
Wang Dahammer's jaw dropped, instantly regaining his energy.
'That bastard was flirting with a girl behind my back.'
Wang Dahammer made a move to stand up, ready to charge over.
'Brother Hammer, calm down, don't ruin Brother Haoyang's big day.'
Luo Ye held Wang Dahammer back, but noticed something even more outrageous on another side.
A group of girls surrounded Shen Qiao, completely blocking her.
'My idol, drink mine, I bought the peach-flavored Pocari Sweat!'
'My idol, I love you!'
'My idol, I want to have your baby monkeys!'
Military training looked like a fan meeting, leaving the overall commander in the audience seat stunned.'
At a crucial moment, the instructor shouted: 'Everyone, stand up!' The formation lined up, and everyone returned to their original positions.
Luo Ye was in the first row of the formation and noticed that the girl who had given Li Haoyang a bottle of Pulsation was directly opposite, also in the first row.
She wore a military training uniform, had a cute, youthful face, exuding sweetness, and was about 170 cm tall with a good figure.
A long-legged cutie. This is what she looked like.
Occasionally, she would glance at their formation, probably looking for Li Haoyang.
There really are girls who like muscular guys, huh?
No wonder Brother Haoyang already has someone caring for him on the first day of training.
In the evening, it was time for performance shows.
After singing 'Unity Is Strength' a few times, the instructor asked if anyone had any fresh talents to showcase.
'We want to see a one-on-one fight!' Wang Dahammer pointed at Li Haoyang and said, 'Who's better, the instructor's military fist or our fitness coach?'
Hearing this, everyone became curious and started cheering.
'One-on-one!' 'One-on-one!' The instructor looked at Li Haoyang and helplessly shook his head.
'Since everyone wants to see a one-on-one fight, then you, student, please stand up.' Again?
Li Haoyang painfully stood up.
From class to the training formation, he either got called out or was on his way to being called out. He felt his college life was doomed; would he be called on in class too?
Both contestants took their positions.
Although Li Haoyang was muscular, he was only slightly stronger than the instructor, who had mastered military fist techniques.
In just a few moves, Li Haoyang was unceremoniously taken down by the instructor and sat back down, looking dejected.
'Are you okay?' The girl who had given Li Haoyang the Pulsation in the morning sat next to him, worriedly asking.
'I'm fine.' Li Haoyang waved her off. Her name was Liu Bingxin, and since their female formation was close to Luo Ye's male formation, they rested together in the evenings.
With girls around, everyone performed more energetically.
The two instructors couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the fresh college students showcasing their youth.
Luo Ye and Wang Dahammer also sat next to Li Haoyang. As for Shen Qiao, he was surrounded by girls and couldn't escape. 'Coach,' Wang Dahammer said with a smile, 'tell us how you met this beautiful lady.'
Li Haoyang looked at Wang Dahammer blankly, unsure of what to say, while Liu Bingxin spoke confidently, 'In the morning, I went to buy water for my roommates.
One roommate didn't like Pulsation, so I sold it to Mr. Li Haoyang because he seemed thirsty.'
'Oh, so it was just selling water. I thought my son was going to get a girlfriend.' Wang Dahammer's mood improved instantly.
'Miss, which major are you in? I am Wang Dahammer, pleased to meet you.'
'I'm Liu Bingxin, from Multimedia Class Two, from Lecheng.'
'Lecheng, I've heard about the Lecheng Buddha there.' Wang Dahammer chatted happily with Liu Bingxin, with the honest Li Haoyang sitting between them, looking left and right, unable to join the conversation, only able to watch them talk longingly.'