First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 232
Chapter 232: Extra 1: Instructor Lian and Her Little Companions
The quality of new students is a very mysterious thing.
Occasionally, there's a year with particularly many troublemakers. Occasionally, there's a year with particularly many top students. Occasionally, there's a year that makes you feel hopeless about society. And occasionally, there's a year that combines all three.
Alliance University felt like that this year.
Ever since the military-led education system reform was implemented, the requirements for military academy students set by middle schools had been rising year after year. But this didn't mean the number of talented individuals increased. On the contrary, the selection of top students was moved earlier to middle school, making the competition in universities like theirs particularly fierce.
After all, Alliance University wasn't a specialized military school like the First Military Academy or the Allied Military Academy.
A couple of years ago, the renowned Sixth Army squad emerged, their exploits still vivid in the minds of the Alliance people. But those prominent figures were notoriously low-key. After initially doing some publicity for the Alliance and shouting slogans, they rarely appeared in public.
The Alliance University administration felt embarrassed to constantly bother them with school promotion matters. Besides respect, there was also a sense of not daring to provoke them.
Perhaps it was joy turning into sorrow. After an initial period of pride, a few years ago, the principals of the First Military and Allied Military academies, in order to compete with Alliance University, jointly launched an enrollment campaign. They invited several alumni currently serving in the Expeditionary Force to film a promotional video for the campaign. They encouraged new students, welcomed them to apply to their alma maters, and promised that during each combat exercise period, if students performed exceptionally well, they would personally come to participate and provide guidance.
Personally come to participate and provide guidance!
Although they knew it was highly likely just an award ceremony appearance, a handshake, and then leaving, the students still couldn't resist the temptation. Impossible!
Soldiers with actual combat experience shone brightly in their eyes.
By the time the Alliance University administration found out, it was too late. For several years in between, the quality of students suffered a severe gap. Of course, this "not good" was relative.
The principal of Alliance University bit his finger pitifully, feeling excluded and bullied.
Then, the freshmen admitted the year before last suddenly exploded onto the scene.
This explosion could be said to have been foreshadowed or not. This batch of outstanding students had already formed a special recruitment clique during high school, their bonds exceptionally strong. At a young age, they had already planned to join the same military corps, form the same squad, and shine brightly under the banner of the legendary, bloodless, ever-victorious Lian Sheng's team – hence their choice of Alliance University.
This group of students had a very complete plan. They had received excellent training, possessed experience and standards beyond their years – which was indeed true – and had somewhat unruly temperaments coupled with strong abilities, making them a relatively independent clique within the school.
Instructors didn't want to see this happen and naturally intervened.
But the more they tried to integrate the small wave into the ocean, the more the small wave wanted to surge and assert its existence, leading to more troublemakers.
The instructors at Alliance University felt they could empathize with the worries that turned hair white.
Truly worrying.
Courses that clearly only required action now needed persuasion, and they still couldn't teach them.
When the Sixth Army was on leave this time, Lian Sheng returned to the 2nd District with her companions.
Originally, she wanted to spend the holiday with Comrade Lin Lie and relax with her comrades. However, because she returned suddenly without notifying her, Lin Lie had to be dispatched for an experiment.
Seeing her return, Lin Lie entrusted her younger brother to her care instead of taking him to the research institute.
The research institute there was boring and tedious, and Lian Xun couldn't find playmates his age. He hadn't seen Lian Sheng in a long time and really wanted to stick by her side.
Lin Lie used to feel she wasn't good at taking care of children and wasn't a successful mother, so she hadn't considered it.
But since Lian Sheng joined the military, she felt somewhat lonely, especially when colleagues her age were already becoming third-generation elders. Feeling she might not reach that stage anytime soon, she didn't rush Lian Sheng but used Lian Heng's frozen sperm to have one created at the parenting center.
She was still young, the family wasn't short of money, and even if Lian Sheng didn't like children, she could raise him herself perfectly well.
Lian Sheng was actually quite happy, seeing Lin Lie's overall state become much more relaxed.
This afternoon, Lian Sheng went to pick up her brother from kindergarten. The little fellow had gotten into a fight at school quite fiercely, then tripped and fell while trying to escape. His maneuvers were ridiculously slick.
When Lian Sheng arrived, this kid was crying.
Not out of remorse for bullying the weak, but out of regret for not being able to escape stylishly.
The teacher and the other student's parent were quite speechless.
He was the kindergarten bully, the boss-type who promised not to tattle. But Lian Xun's crying was inexplicable, while the student who got hit looked rather helpless beside him. After apologizing to them, she carried the little guy home and fed him.
Lian Sheng held him with one arm while cooking noodles for him. Lian Xun whispered something in her ear, but Lian Sheng didn't hear clearly. The range hood fan was too loud, just whooshing.
Lian Sheng leaned her ear closer, asking, "What did you say?"
Lian Xun kissed her on the cheek.
Lian Sheng turned off the range hood and asked again with a smile, "What did you want to tell me just now?"
Lian Xun said, "Our teacher talked about you today, you're really amazing."
Lian Sheng poured the noodles into a bowl and replied, "Yes, I am really amazing."
Lian Xun struggled a bit, wanting to get down. Seeing his vibrant energy, Lian Sheng put him down.
The little guy held his bowl himself, his face smudged, eating with great self-reliance.
Lian Sheng sat opposite him and asked, "Did you tell them about me then?"
"I didn't. I was afraid if I told them—" Lian Xun took a breath and said seriously, "They'd pee their pants in fear!"
Lian Sheng couldn't help but laugh and cry, "...My, my! Aren't you considerate."
Lian Xun looked quite pleased with himself.
Lian Sheng poked his cheek, "Who taught you to talk like that? Nonsense."
He pointed to his head, "I'm so smart, just like Mom."
Lian Sheng smiled at him. After he finished eating, she put the bowl in the dishwasher, put on a jacket, stuck her hands in her pockets, ready to go out for a walk.
Beside her, Lian Xun slid off his chair, wanting to go out with her.
Her optical computer was on. Inside, Meng Jiangwu was complaining to her about this year's freshmen at Alliance University.
This Command Department boy, once a bit arrogant and cocky, had become quite long-winded ever since entering the teaching profession, a trait he himself was unaware of.
Once Meng Jiangwu started, he couldn't stop, raging, "Seriously? They're all like lords! I wish I could shave their heads and kick them around like leather shoes. Oh, it makes me so mad, I really... I thought I was the boss of the Command Department back then... well, I mean before you came, I really had a say in the Command Department. They simply disregard me! Don't accept their assigned groups, humph, refuse to be grouped with so-and-so, does he even have a choice? Don't they understand the basic quality of obeying orders and following commands?"
Lian Sheng: "...That sounds incredibly familiar. Really, someone seemed to have said the same thing to me once."
"What?!" Meng Jiangwu pretended not to understand. He took a large gulp from his cup and asked again, "Hello? Are you listening to me?"
"I'm listening," Lian Sheng said. "Did you call me about this?"
"Pah! What is it! Eh... why did I call you again?" Meng Jiangwu's brain was occupied by a group of overgrown troublemakers, completely unable to spare any space. After shaking it, it completely crashed, then was totally formatted. After a moment of agonizing struggle, he said again, "Not important."
Lian Sheng: "..."
Lian Sheng: "..."
Lian Sheng: "..."
Lian Sheng: "..."
Seems he's forgetful too.
Lian Sheng remarked with unusual emotion, "You're getting old, classmate Meng Jiangwu."
Meng Jiangwu instantly exploded, almost jumping out of his seat, shouting angrily, "Ah, pah! I'm not even thirty yet, okay? Not even reached the age of establishment!"
Lian Xun tugged at her pant leg, following closely behind her.
Lian Sheng was very low-key, so low-key that her name and her arm were ten thousand times more famous than her face. No one recognized her along the way.
Interrupted by her, Meng Jiangwu suddenly remembered again, his brain functioning normally, "It's the school administration. The school administration asked me if you have time, wanting you to film a VCR segment, or whatever, to motivate everyone. If possible, it would be best if you could also visit the site of our combat exercise. That's what it is."
He sighed, "Are you still in the 29th District now? When do you get leave?"
Lian Sheng: "I'm on leave right now."
"If you don't have time, then forget it. But a few seconds of VCR, please do us the honor, we can do the editing ourselves..." Meng Jiangwu, "Huh? What did you say?"
Lian Sheng: "I'm in the 2nd District, on leave. When does your combat exercise start?"
Meng Jiangwu hiccuped and said, "Combat exercises are usually before the school year starts, huh? About three months left."
Lian Sheng said, "Speaking of this month, maybe I can go help you guys train."
"Really?!" Meng Jiangwu shot up, took a couple of breaths, and said, "Comrade Lian Sheng, I too was a valiant warrior back in the day, but recently, sitting in the office too much and being angered by students has taken a toll on my cardiovascular health. Don't joke with me."
Lian Sheng: "Mm. I said I could go this month. Zhuoluo and the others are on leave too. I guess they're free as well. I'll ask if they want to go."
"Ask!"
Meng Jiangwu slammed the table with a loud shout, startling even Lian Sheng.
Meng Jiangwu was almost moved to tears, clutching his optical computer, his whole body trembling.
Just moments ago, he was complaining about those little ancestors, and now the ancestor of ancestors was about to arrive.
Heaven was still kind to him.
"Ever since meeting you, I've been exceptionally lucky, constantly reaching new peaks in life." Meng Jiangwu was practically weeping. "Sheng ah, thank you."
Lian Sheng said, "Then when have you decided? Let me see if it works."
"Absolutely works! Just give me your available time, and I'll coordinate for you. Pick any time you like," Meng Jiangwu said. "We'll arrange everything according to your wishes. If you have any special requests, just mention them. Any! Thing!"
Lian Sheng said, "Nothing much, just want to see your new students, reminisce about my own youthful days."
Meng Jiangwu reminded, "Like giving your old classmate a vacation, a raise, or something, letting them pay more attention to the elite personnel staying at the school, etc."
Like hell she'd listen to him.
Lian Xun, beside her, stomped his feet, requesting, "Me too, me too! Sister, hug me! I love you."
Lian Sheng picked him up, "Okay, okay, you can go."
Lian Sheng sent their vacation dates to Meng Jiangwu, then sent a message in the group chat, asking if they wanted to participate.
The group quickly revealed their evil fangs, their eagerness impossible to hide.
Fang Jianchen: "Mess with freshmen? I'm in! How could there be such a good opportunity!"
Ji Ban: "Can I go too? But I don't pilot a mech. Can I watch you guys mess with the freshmen?"
Cheng Ze: "Yo, I heard this year's third-years are particularly tough, and this year's second-year military academy students are quite formidable too. Which department and grade are we training?"
Zhou Shirui: "If we all go together, the whole school is enough to train."
Lu Mingyuan: "You guys... are going too far."
Fang Jianchen: "...We haven't even done anything yet."
Ye Buqing: "One can imagine your usual antics."
Zhao Zhuoluo: "A request from Alliance University? Speaking of which, none of us participated in the graduation trial."
Cheng Ze: "Tormenting new recruits... just thinking about it... sounds pretty good."
Fang Jianchen: "Haven't even gone yet, but already feeling the fun those instructors had back then."
Ji Ban: "I want to go!"
Zhao Zhuoluo: "We can go, nothing else to do anyway."
Fang Jianchen: "Can go, don't have a girlfriend anyway."
Ji Ban: "Can go, don't have a girlfriend anyway."
Cheng Ze: "Sigh... so many years."
Lian Sheng: "Then I'll arrange it. Time is a bit tight, let's plan to leave the day after tomorrow."
Lian Sheng sent the relevant data to Meng Jiangwu.
Lian Xun was peeking at her optical computer over her shoulder. Seeing her look back, he blinked his big eyes innocently.
Meng Jiangwu took the information to the principal. The principal stared blankly at him, taking a long time to recover.
Meng Jiangwu asked, "Should we announce it publicly?"
The principal quickly calmed down, "No, don't announce it. Announcing it now will let others know. Then reporters and everyone will come, not only affecting the exercise but also potentially upsetting them. Get full video and surveillance coverage. We'll focus mainly on post-event publicity. Don't announce it internally either; students can't keep secrets. We can leak it to the selected instructors beforehand; I trust them."
Meng Jiangwu nodded.
The principal truly was someone capable of big things. After calming down, he instantly became excited again, "Excellent! It's only early July. After the training camp, we can do publicity, and they haven't filled out their applications yet. The timing is perfect; this year's freshmen should all be ours!"
Meng Jiangwu: "I'll go arrange it right now."
Meng Jiangwu went to inform the various counselors.
That same day, Alliance University announced the matter.
The students were somewhat surprised because their vacation time was adjusted accordingly. They asked, "The combat exercise time is moved up? Why? Are we still having classes?"
"Moved up now, classes later," the counselor said. "The instructors have matters in September, so the time was changed first. But it doesn't affect you much."
The counselor said, "Let me remind you, this time it's absolutely mandatory. If you don't go, you'll regret it yourself."
A student said, "But that's too rushed, we aren't prepared!"
Counselor: "Rushed is the training base being rushed. It's the school preparing the venue, equipment, and personnel. You just need to bring your bodies."
A student asked, "What about the final exams?"
"The school will make arrangements and notify you later," the counselor slammed the table. "What are you all worrying about? The school arranges this for you, just go. Let me remind you again, participation is mandatory for all students. Even if you're sick, drag your sick body to lie in the base infirmary, you still have to show up."
Everyone: "..."
What the hell this time.
The Alliance school administration, with unprecedented speed and enthusiasm, arranged everything from top to bottom. The principal also discovered for the first time that the faculty's work efficiency could be so high.
They cleaned the base, installed surveillance cameras in the upper mountain area as usual, borrowed sufficient training weapons from the military base, and additionally requested them to assign several instructors to come along and arrange the exercise matters.
The day after tomorrow meant the day after tomorrow. The Alliance wanted to personally pick them up, but they all declined, feeling it made them seem too high-profile, which wasn't entirely necessary. They each took a taxi.
Lian Sheng arrived around eight or nine in the morning, holding her brother. At that time, Fang Jianchen had his face painted pitch black, wore a hat, and was also colorfully decorated.
"Quite... stylish," Lian Sheng looked at him and said. "Haven't seen you in a few days, already learned makeup."
Fang Jianchen waved his hand. Cheng Ze and Ji Ban walked out with similarly camouflaged faces.
"Maybe they recognize us? Although it's an ID photo from many years ago, seriously unrealistic now, but after hanging in the alumni hall of fame for so many years, my handsome features might still linger in their memory, so I put on some camouflage first," Fang Jianchen said. "Isn't it good to be an ordinary instructor? Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun to play."
Lian Sheng thought for a moment and agreed, "Makes sense."
So at noon, when the principal wanted to treat them to lunch, he didn't recognize any of them.
The principal paused for a moment, then quickly reacted, "It's okay, arrange it however you like. I think your arrangement has deep meaning; I strongly agree."
The Dean of Students said, "It would be best if you could train those students for us."
Everyone ate politely together. The principal didn't dare neglect the other instructors either.
Alliance University was still in session, right at the crucial final exam period. The management just stopped by to check, and after finishing lunch, they hurried off again.
Afterward, Meng Jiangwu introduced the situation of this year's freshmen to the instructors: "Mainly third-year students from the Individual Combat Department. First, there's a team led by Ding Xuexi. Second, a team led by Yu Yang, also some from the second year. Anyway, students liking independence isn't a good phenomenon. There's also a student from the Command Department, hailed as the golden pair of main and vice commanders."
He highlighted the key points.
The main problem was polarization, leading to loose relationships among students, lacking unity. It wasn't that certain individuals deliberately played isolation, but they genuinely couldn't play together; conflicts easily arose when they did.
Then he assigned the classes each instructor would be responsible for and sent the student status of their respective classes to the instructors' optical computers. This included students' past grades, strengths and weaknesses, personality traits, and intended future development directions, etc.
Meng Jiangwu already resembled a qualified counselor. The youthful boy from back then had now become reliable. The hostility from those years had subsided, mellowing into care and concern for the students.
Seeing the stacks of materials and data, the group realized how much effort instructors had to put in beforehand to train them in previous years. Unexpectedly, training students was also meticulous work. Or rather, education itself was a job that couldn't be neglected.
Meng Jiangwu addressed the instructors brought over, "This time, because the timing was too rushed, I only compiled the data last night, so I didn't give it to everyone in advance. I hope everyone can pay more attention and be understanding. Sorry everyone, for increasing your workload."
Lian Sheng followed up with an apology to them, "Sorry, our time was insufficient this time, and we really wanted to see the freshmen of our alma mater, so we troubled you."
They were also following arrangements and had no objections. Seeing this, they quickly waved their hands, "Not at all, not at all, please don't be so polite. It's nothing."
After lunch break, all students began to assemble.
Lian Sheng was responsible for the third-year Individual Combat Department.
She wore the standard instructor uniform, with a young child beside her who hadn't shed his milk teeth. His face couldn't be seen clearly. But leaning there casually, fanning himself with an optical computer, he looked even less disciplined than the students.
Usually, those sent to conduct their combat exercises were soldiers who had been enlisted for over a year. They were already accustomed to the strict rules and routines of the military, supposedly in their adherence phase.
The students stood before her, heads buzzing, somewhat unable to believe reality.
"A woman? And with a child?" several exclaimed.
Lian Sheng tipped her hat brim down, heard their tone, and scoffed, "What, got a problem? Got notified while out for a walk, so I came. Brought my brother along for sightseeing, can't I?"
Lian Xun looked up at them, this group of students much taller than him, their faces now showing clear dissatisfaction.
"Seeing you're full of energy, the first activity, let me think, should be running," Lian Sheng directly led Lian Xun to sit on a nearby rock. "Start running first. Run until you can't run anymore. Run around the mountain. Right, everyone go over there and get a pedometer. Otherwise, it doesn't count towards your score."
The students dispersed, successively collecting pedometers from the nearby basket, clipping them to their chests, then started moving, heading up the mountain.
Next door was Lu Mingyuan's team. He held an optical computer, tilting his head to observe Lian Sheng.
Lian Sheng asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Lu Mingyuan pushed his glasses, "No experience, want to see how you intimidate students. Aren't you very good at it?"
"I'm just very good at getting along with them," Lian Sheng squinted and smiled. "Someone as approachable as me is just here to make friends and have heart-to-heart talks with them. Didn't Meng Jiangwu ask us to solve their teamwork problems?"
Lu Mingyuan, looking like he'd seen a ghost, retracted his gaze and looked at his other neighbor, Fang Jianchen.
The students in Lu Mingyuan's team: "..."
What's going on? Why does this feel so unreliable?
Fang Jianchen was chattering non-stop, giving the students a profound ideological education that seemed endless: "Instructor me, will show you what hellish military training is. Let me introduce, the first day is mainly long-distance running. Our year seemed to be long-distance running, not much change, but long-distance running isn't simple, don't use this activity to deliberately slack off..."
All students: "..."
They now wanted to quickly experience what hellish military training was.
Lu Mingyuan gave up on the people on his left and right, wanting to run over to Zhao Zhuoluo's side to learn. But Zhao Zhuoluo had already set off with his students.
Lu Mingyuan: "..."
Why is it so difficult?
Lian Sheng went to the nearby equipment manager, selected two water guns, and said to the returning Lu Mingyuan, "No need to struggle like this. Just teach them using the methods you're good at. Your class consists of data analysis students. Compared to running techniques, I think they need to learn sensitivity to data more."
Lu Mingyuan had an epiphany, "You're right."
He then had the students start running, and based on the map, slowly explained to them how to choose the optimal running route. The so-called optimal route considered not only distance but also whether the road surface was flat...
Lian Sheng called Zhou Shirui, "Come, help me, I need technical support."
Lian Sheng took Lian Xun up the mountain, searching for slacking students based on the red dots on the map.
The third-year Command Department students were running midway up the mountain path.
A student looked back and said, "She really didn't follow? What's going on? Are instructors this watery now?"
Ding Xuexi said, "There's definitely a problem. Either there's a problem with the instructor this time, or there's a problem with the exercise this time."
The student behind him asked, "What do you mean?"
Another student said, "Weren't the school authorities very dissatisfied with us before? And this time they're forcing us to participate in the exercise. Could they be trying to deliberately mess with us? There must be a trap. Either forcing us to cause trouble, then finding an opportunity to punish us?"
Yu Yang scoffed, "Don't joke around. The Alliance wouldn't resort to such low-end tactics. Instructors have plenty of ways to teach us a lesson. They respect us within the school; there's no need to make things difficult for us here."
"Then why else?"
Ding Xuexi led the group at the front, "This training camp suddenly changed time. Alliance University is a prestigious school with resources and connections. Basically, whenever the military academy undergoes major changes, it's related to Alliance policy. I'm wondering if it's related to military recruitment."
"Military recruitment coming to the school for special recruitment?"
"Not impossible. Look at the generation that produced so many experts; they didn't even participate in the selection finals but still joined the Expeditionary Force."
Yu Yang glanced at Ding Xuexi, "I think it's very possible. Previously, the Expeditionary Force reserve assessment required passing the selection trials, and there were various age restrictions because military education hadn't been popularized or extended downwards. But several years have passed now; it's plausible the military wants to start changing things slowly."
The crowd was still somewhat skeptical, inevitably overthinking.
"No way, military recruitment, and they send *her*?"
"But there's no news from the First Military or Allied Military academies. I don't believe any internal information is known only to the Alliance."
Yu Yang said, "My guess is, this might just be shock training now. The real training camp or main event is still in September. Haven't you noticed? The news this time was announced too suddenly. It's not that the school was hiding it from us, but they were also frantically setting up the venue, indicating everything was decided last minute."
A student asked doubtfully, "So this is special training now?"
"Let's wait and see, stop guessing randomly," Ding Xuexi quickened his pace forward. "Keep running."
Without an instructor following, the students' running became lax.
Ding Xuexi and Yu Yang led their own groups ahead, leaving a few stragglers behind. After running around the mountain two or three times like that, some students started slacking off.
The team next to them passed by. The few walking slowly stepped aside to let them pass.
Just as they were about to complain about their unreliable instructor, a stream of water suddenly shot down from above.
The water gun's force wasn't small, aimed precisely at his face. The person jumped frantically, shouting, "Holy crap, who—who is it!"
His buddies nearby suffered the same fate.
The few slacking students finally followed the water stream upwards and saw Lian Sheng holding guns in both hands, looking at them with a slight smile. Comrade Lian Xun was learning beside her.
The person touched the water stain, sniffed it, and instantly looked thunderstruck, "What... what is this? Why does it stink so bad?"
"Guess what it is? Equipment to prevent you from slacking off. Could it be anything good?" Lian Sheng said. "If you don't move, I'll keep shooting. Let's see how much foot-washing water you want to drink."
Several cursed, "Holy crap!"
Lian Sheng raised her hand, indicating she would continue. The students scrambled up and fled.
It wasn't foot-washing water, just a bit of flavored drinking water.
Those few students seemed unconvinced. After running not far, they started resting again, thinking Lian Sheng definitely wouldn't catch up. They turned back and made faces behind her back.
However, before their eyes could even focus, another shot hit their mouths.
Few people dared to play tricks so openly in front of Lian Sheng. She decided to follow these unlucky kids.
Lian Sheng looked at them, "So enthusiastic? No need to be polite."
Zhou Shirui remained seated on the mountain, pulled up the map, and typed on the keyboard, "This batch of freshmen really likes to slack off. Their average speed is far below usual. They came here to rest."
Lian Sheng stood there thinking, "I feel I should be stricter with them, right? Logistics, please bring me new equipment."
Soon, Lian Sheng's new equipment arrived. This time, it shot out sticky, rubber-like substances. Those projectiles didn't bounce randomly and had no real lethality. Purely toy modifications.
But it was much more convenient than water guns.
Lian Sheng, with Lian Xun, started searching the mountains for targets, then shot at them.
Occasional curses could be heard.
Yu Yang, currently running, saw a figure flash past above. He suddenly looked up and asked, "How many times has she run past from the front? How is she faster than us?"
The key point was, she was still carrying her younger brother.
The student beside him paused, "Didn't run in circles, right? Stayed in place, right?"
"She probably took a shortcut."
The person they were discussing returned and shot two rounds at them. Their uniforms were instantly stuck with something that couldn't be shaken off. Touching it smeared their hands.
Lian Sheng apologized, "Didn't see you just now, sorry for ignoring you. Making up for it now."
The group looked up inexplicably, shouting, "Why us again? Instructor, you hit us every time you pass!"
Lian Sheng shouted, "Get moving! Slacking off? Are your two legs just for decoration? Run, run, run! Everyone, get running!"
Perhaps Lian Sheng's identity lacked deterrent power, and the crowd held too much resentment towards her weapon. She chased them relentlessly from behind, but this group of students seemed determined to oppose her, playing guerrilla warfare around her.
She couldn't be everywhere at once. After three hours, Lian Sheng directly stopped the long-distance running training, having Zhou Shirui gather her students at the foot of the mountain.
A group of students gathered together, the smell emanating from them somewhat spectacular.
Everyone's expression wasn't great.
Lian Sheng stood before them, "I find the masses really like to slack off. But it doesn't matter, we have plenty of time. I will definitely correct this bad habit for you."
Lian Sheng walked around twice, stopping in front of one student, "Let me see, don't you all have hit marks on you? The more hits, the more punishment. More hits, more rewards, everyone gets some."
The students instantly stirred, asking, "When was this rule set? You didn't say it just now."
"Hasn't anyone told you? Here at the base, what the instructor says is the rule. Why do you care when I set it?" Lian Sheng shouldered her weapon. "I find it strange. What benefit is there for you to slack off during training? With this leisure time, you might as well go back and watch a couple of TV drama episodes to enrich your spiritual life. Don't be so idle, wasting both your time and mine here. Instructors aren't pig farmers, needing to chase you around all day. Even if I were, what's wrong with whipping you twice?"
The crowd was somewhat angered, but considering she was the instructor, they held back.
Lian Sheng said, "Look at the numbers on your pedometers. How many times I hit you, that's how many push-ups. Be conscientious, control your positions."
The students separated, got down on the ground, ready for punishment.
Lian Sheng's gaze swept through them, then found Yu Yang and Ding Xuexi. Under her special attention, although these two hadn't stopped running, they had accumulated quite a few hits.
"You two wait, one by one," Lian Sheng pinched Lian Xun's arm, having him sit on Yu Yang's back.
Lian Sheng nodded and waved, "Go."
Lian Xun kicked slightly, "Giddy up?"
Yu Yang: "..."
Lian Sheng looked at his expression and explained, "Any problem? I'm basing this on your usual grades..."
Yu Yang directly interrupted her, "No!"
He said no, but his tone still carried a hint of defiance.
"Yo. Good attitude," Lian Sheng raised an eyebrow. "Then continue."
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