For the students in military training, seven days felt incredibly long.
But when the final day's review came around and they realized military training was about to end, they looked back and found that the seven days had gone by so quickly.
The instructors they had cursed countless times in their hearts and behind their backs now seemed almost hard to part with.
Last night, the final night of military training, the instructors visited one another's classes and kept everyone entertained.
Some students even boldly asked the instructors for their contact information, but every single one of them was turned down.
The rules prohibited any instructor from privately giving students any way to contact them.
Every rule had a story behind it. Rules were never added for no reason.
Although most instructors were decent people, it was impossible for every instructor to be driven by a sense of justice.
If anything happened, both the training company and the school would be in serious trouble.
For County No. 1 High School, its reputation mattered more than anything.
In the afternoon, the students, their skin darkened by the sun, stood in neat formation on the Sports Field, waiting to be reviewed by the school leaders and instructors.
The blue sky, which had been clear just moments earlier, gradually darkened as clouds drifted in from afar.
As time passed, many students furrowed their brows, worried that a torrential downpour would arrive at the very last moment of military training and give everyone a soaking.
The weather forecast had said it would be sunny, but the sky looked exactly like the prelude to a storm.
The oppressive heat, the dense clouds—if lightning struck now, the chances of a downpour were all but certain.
"Is it going to rain?"
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