"Yes, yes, yes. Military discipline has to come first."
Lin Ran Questioned Qian Feng's Actions
Perhaps because of yesterday's harsh punishment, no one was late for assembly today. Even their quilts were folded neatly. But as the saying went, if someone wanted to find fault with you, even blinking could be wrong.
"Seven minutes in total. Much better than yesterday, but still worlds apart from what I expected. Looks like I'll have to manage you more strictly from now on." After everyone had lined up, Instructor Li beside Wang Instructor pressed the red button on the timer.
At the sound of his voice, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats. This was what they feared hearing most—training performance. Thinking of yesterday's punishment run, their legs began to tremble.
The few girls who had been the last to leave the dormitory wondered whether the instructor was hinting that they had come out late again, deliberately making an example of them.
However, Instructor Li's next words left them utterly stunned. "From now on, everyone will carry five kilograms and run ten laps around the field! Start now."
This was what they called a bolt from the blue. Looking at his skinny arms and legs, Lin Ran was practically in tears. "Instructor really isn't leaving me any way to survive. How can these two legs of mine possibly handle ten pounds..."
Before he could finish, a hand grabbed his shoulder. When he turned around, he found Wu Liang. "What? You want me to help share your workload?"
"I'm telling you to talk less. Can't you see the instructor has already fixed his concerned gaze on you?" Wu Liang said in a low voice.
"Run already. If you keep babbling, he'll probably make an example out of you."
Though he wanted to complain, Wu Liang