Fang Huai couldn’t help but laugh; these guys cherished ti even more than he did, truly not wasting a single second.
Ten minutes passed, and the beds were made quickly. Then the whistle blew.
"Attention—attention, attention—attention, ti for exercises!"
The old cannon Jin Guotao instantly popped his head out from under the covers, leaped up, and yelled, "Let’s go, let’s go!... Damn, Fang Huai, you already made your bed?"
Everyone, with bleary eyes, looked towards Fang Huai’s bed.
Fang Huai was already performing the last step of tidying up his internal affairs: wiping the bed sheet.
Instantly, soone cursed.
"Damn, you really are spirited!"
"Fang Huai... you got up this early?"
"Damn it, Silly Fool, you must be here to straighten us out, right? This is the Military Academy, not the new recruit group!"
Fang Huai turned his head, speechless, and twisted his mouth:
"I just got up 20 minutes earlier than you guys! My hands are just a bit faster! Rocket Fire, I am not Silly Fool! If you really like nicknas, just call Number 1, everyone else does."
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.
"Number 1?"
"Damn, Number 1 chief?"
"Who gave you such a showy nickna? It wasn’t you, was it?"
The freshly dubbed "Rocket Fire" Xu Jiang chuckled, ca over, and clapped Fang Huai on the shoulder:
"I can see it now; you want to beco the District team leader, right?"
Fang Huai felt the playful atmosphere in the room and couldn’t help but smile, swearing as if he were really one of the gang:
"Damn it, it really was soone else who started it, a lot of people call that, I swear on my future grandchildren!"
Squad leader Yang Tao, a man, laughed heartily, his face betraying total disbelief.
"Alright then, we’ll call you Life Number 1!"
The others laughed out loud.
"Haha... right, Life Number 1, get so brain supplents!"
"Shit." Fang Huai gave everyone the middle finger.
Who needed to get their brain supplented would beco clear in ti.
...
The morning exercises were tough, almost beyond words.
After running four and a half laps in close to 20 minutes, at a pace that resembled that of an old man’s walk, the air was thick with dust from the many people, and they were all eating dust.
After running, they were brought back to their respective dormitory buildings by District team, and only then did they realize that so District teams were led by Cadres with stars on their bars, while others were led by students.
The Cadre-led teams represented the regular student districts. They couldn’t lead a District team in their first year, and it was only after the second year that they would select leaders from among the students.
The District team leader actually had quite a bit of power; the Squadron Captain hadn’t shown up this morning, and the entire Second District team was led back to the dormitory building by Jin Guotao, did fifty push-ups on his order, and then he dismissed them before returning to the building.
However, as everyone did push-ups, a few female soldiers walked by, pointing and comnting at their formation with giggles and laughter, which caused the Second District team to improve their push-up form and speed, and they stood up more straight and tall.
So even tiptoed slightly.
Fang Huai caught a glimpse of the female soldiers from the corner of his eye, and seeing Zhang Dan among them, with eyes so expressive he even noticed her shy looks amidst the chatter of the others, he imdiately felt troubled and stopped looking their way.
With Yang Shaoqing around, any excessive attention from other won was just a burden, but it wasn’t easy to go over and make that clear either, for fear the group of female soldiers would accuse him of wishful thinking and leave him at a loss for words.
He would wait for a suitable opportunity.
...
7:40 AM.
They blew the whistle to head to the Teaching Building and start class.
"We, as soldiers! What makes us different..."
The Second District team sang a song as they carried the standard-issue briefcases, striding robustly into the Teaching Building, making their way to the third-floor classroom.
Although both districts were part of the sa Eighth Squadron, the First and Second District teams were not in the sa grade; First District team was in their second year, Second District team in their first, so they didn’t attend classes together.
Directly enrolled students only studied for two years, with no third year.
Classes here were usually held in the team’s own classroom, which was the sa as the one used for evening self-study sessions. Sotis there were also large classes that took place in a big classroom.
Upon entering the classroom and waiting quietly for a few minutes, at eight o’clock sharp, a young Lieutenant Colonel ca in. Jin Guotao imdiately stood up, ran to the front of the podium, and shouted:
"Everyone, stand up!"
"Look right!"
"Look forward! Count off!"
After the roll call, Jin Guotao looked towards the Instructor to report:
"Comrade Instructor! The students of the Second District team of Squadron Eight, Second Big Team, have arrived for class! Scheduled to be 47, present is 47! Awaiting instructions!"
The Lieutenant Colonel looked down and said, "Oh? You have full attendance today? Has the missing person been replaced?"
Fang Huai suddenly felt sowhat awkward.
Was Jin Guotao’s usual report "Scheduled to be 47, present is 46"?
Was that not setting him up to attract animosity!
"Report! Squad Nine’s Fang Huai was on a business trip, and he has now returned to the team!"
The Lieutenant Colonel glanced at Fang Huai, sized him up, and then nodded, "I’ve heard about you, Number 1, your achievents are impressive. Now that you’re here at the school, maintain your good practices and train proactively! Sit!"
With those words out, everyone’s gaze turned to Fang Huai.
Who was this person? The apparently well-connected Instructor just praised him as "impressive in achievents"?
Squad Nine was bursting with pride; even Jin Guotao was montarily delayed.
Damn it, he’s really called Number 1?
An Instructor-knows-him Number 1?!
"...Sit!"
Everyone sat down filled with curiosity. If it weren’t for Fang Huai being in a solitary seat in the back with no one else around, there would have been plenty of people wanting to crowd in and ask what Number 1 ant.
It sounded aweso!
But it seed the Instructor wasn’t in the mood to explain and instead flipped through a book in his hands, then began writing on the blackboard.
Fire situation assessnt.
This class was about firefighting tactics; fire situation assessnt is also a key topic. As the four characters appeared on the blackboard, everyone’s attention shifted away from Fang Huai to the content of the class.
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