On a crisp autumn morning, Han Zihe sat on the balcony, brewing a pot of tea. In the mist of tea, amid the blending of the fragrance of tea and flowers, he held a children's book and read mesmerizingly.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear as if it had been washed by water. There were a few snow-white clouds drifting. These clouds looked white and fat, much like cotton candy, and they looked delicious.

Inadvertently looking up at the birds circling in the sky, Han Zihe stretched slightly, picked up a jelly bean and put it in his mouth. Well, not bad, it tastes like strawberry, so he is very lucky.

Rubbing his tired neck, listening to the regular footsteps outside, the loud chants, and the clear rhythm and powerful whistle, Han Zihe was in a good mood and decided to read two more pages before going back to sleep.

go.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory again.

Han Zihe's eyes paused on the page, letting the originally clear printed words gradually blur.

Han Zihe looked away, sighed, stood up, and walked quickly indoors: "Hey, what happened this time?!"

"Teacher Han!" As soon as she opened the door, the head teacher of Class A appeared in front of her, grabbed her hand and said anxiously, "Two more girls in your class have fainted!"

"What?" Han Zihe didn't care about anything else. He grabbed his phone, closed the door, and hurriedly trotted towards the training ground with the head teacher of Class A.

Arriving at the training area belonging to Class C of Business Management, Han Zihe immediately saw Dong Zhi, surrounded by Ye Xingyun and others, sitting in the shade of a tree with her eyes lightly closed. Her pale face was covered with sweat.

"What's going on? The people from the infirmary haven't come yet?" Han Zihe walked forward quickly.

When the students saw their leading teacher coming, they quickly moved out of the way and started talking in a flurry of words.

"Where is Instructor Ren?" Han Zihe checked Dong Zhi's pulse and knew that she was suffering from mild heat stroke and that there was nothing wrong with her. He felt relieved a little, then raised his head and looked around and asked.

"She's not here now. Go to the infirmary and call someone." Ye Xingyun said with red eyes.

"Did she go in person?" Han Zihe frowned and looked at the girls around him who were obviously guilty. His heart moved slightly. Then he looked at Ye Xingyun and asked, "What's going on?"

Ye Xingyun choked up and said: "Didn't two girls in our class faint a while ago? We told them that we can't train them so hard. Even if you train separately in one day? We will give you the total training level.

Isn’t that okay? But she didn’t listen..."

The "she" in Ye Xingyun's mouth naturally refers to instructor Ren; Han Zihe saw that she was aggrieved. Tears fell down as if she wanted no money. He felt relieved and distressed. He couldn't help but take out a pack of tissues and took out a tissue.

, wiped her tears with his own hands.

"In the past two days, the students have felt a little uncomfortable because of this, so they have been a little passive and slow in their work..." Speaking of this, Ye Xingyun glanced at Han Zihe. She did not dare to tamper with the description, knowing that only Han Zihe could

Only when one person in front of them says one thing and two people say two things can they count on her to support them.

"Go on." Han Zihe nodded and thought to himself, knowing that these naughty kids are up to something! This kind of virtue will suffer sooner or later! How about meeting a tyrannical one?!

"Today she asked everyone to run. After running several times, she was still not satisfied. She insisted that we didn't have enough energy to run. After saying that, she was going to punish everyone. Among those who were punished, two of them were Qian'er who fainted...

…

Dong Zhi had a hot temper, and I talked back to her a few times. In the end, I don’t know what happened, but the situation ended with Dong Zhi being punished for everyone...

There are sixteen girls in our class, and she has to do sixteen times the intensity to pass.

I thought to myself that I was the only class committee member among the girls. I couldn't let Dong Zhi take the responsibility alone, so I volunteered to be punished together with Dong Zhi.

You know Dong Zhi's temper. He keeps everything in his heart, not saying anything, just doing it.

I took the initiative to share the responsibility with her, but she didn't say anything, but she tried her best to finish them all - I didn't finish five of the same push-ups, but she had already finished fifteen... just like that, she fainted

fall down."

"Hey, come on, come on! People are coming!" At this time, a voice came from the tree.

Han Zihe looked up: (⊙o⊙)...Why didn't she notice that there was another one on the tree?!

"By the way, didn't you say that two people fainted?!" Han Zihe watched instructor Ren and people from the infirmary carrying a stretcher running here from a distance, and suddenly remembered that the teacher of Class A said that Class C fainted again

Come on...then, where is the other person? Where is he?!

When Han Zihe asked, someone carefully pulled her arm next to her. Looking back, a girl with a soft appearance timidly pointed to Dong Zhi and said, "Teacher, over there!"

Looking along her fingers, Han Zihe suddenly felt like a mythical beast was dancing the tango in her head. She was messy in the wind and just wanted to raise her middle finger.

Look, what did she see?! Classmate Ye Xingyun, who was originally complaining to her in front of her, was as weak as a weak willow in the wind, sitting on the ground leaning against the tree trunk, gasping for breath, with a sickly and delicate look on his face.

, leaving Han Zihe dumbfounded - what is this called?

Life is like a play, acting is everywhere?!

I have a headache! ← Han Zihe rubbed his forehead and said sincerely for instructor Ren, "It's not easy." These guys are so capable!

…

Instructor Ren had a straight face as he watched Dong Zhi and Ye Xingyun being put on stretchers and taken away by the doctors in the infirmary, and then blew the whistle - and continued training!

"As long as there is one person standing in your class, you have to train! Just now, because your class committee only helped you complete one-half of the punishment, so next, you have to complete the unfinished half of the punishment

…We all have it now, everyone turn right! Run, walk!”

Instructor Ren was extremely mentally strong and led the remaining fourteen people to continue running towards the sun.

Han Zihe followed the people in the infirmary and sent Dong Zhi and others to the infirmary.

Halfway through, he heard a sharper whistle from behind. Han Zihe couldn't help but turn his head and look at the two teams of girls from Business Management Class C from a distance, chasing the tall figure at the front.

He ran and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

…

The diagnosis given to Dong Zhi by the infirmary was just as Han Zihe said, mild heat stroke.

Because the doctor on duty in the infirmary that day was a young doctor who studied Chinese medicine, he gave Dong Zhi a few injections when he came up, and then poured out a bowl of medicinal soup that didn't look very good and smelled like a pungent nose.

According to the little doctor himself, this kind of soup is specially provided in the camp to relieve summer heat.

The young doctor asked Han Zihe to help feed Dong Zhi. Seeing that Dong Zhi drank all the wine successfully, he smiled and said, "Just let her rest for an afternoon."

As for classmate Ye Xingyun, after the young doctor felt his pulse, he laughed twice with a clear look on his face, and then said as if he was willing to be an accomplice: "Don't worry! Don't worry!"

So, little friend Ye Xingyun, under the intimidating gaze of his teacher Han, honestly shared the hardships with his friend Dong Zhi once again - and also drank a bowl of the weird soup.

The little doctor completed his task and left voluntarily with a smile, giving the three teachers and students a private space to communicate.

Just when Han Zihe was about to say a few words, the door that had just been closed was violently pushed open from the outside.

Outside the door frame, the young doctor who had just left was standing there helplessly, pointing with one finger at the panting classmate next to him.

The person who opened the door was none other than Yang Ze, the deputy of Business Management Class C.
Chapter completed!