Even though Hong Xiaolei didn't have eyes on the back of her head, she was keenly aware that the brat was watching closely from behind, and he also had a butt that she was proud of.
After all, he is born with a strong body, coupled with years of high-intensity training, he has developed a peach shape that is envied by women and loved by men. It is the best.
With a hot temper, she stopped, turned around suddenly, glared at Lu Fan fiercely, and said angrily: "What are you looking at? Look at that ghost look you drew?"
Lu Fan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he still had fake bruises and redness on his face.
In order to win people's sympathy, he said with a grimace: "Is this because you were beaten by the instructor? It's not a good thing you did, but you accused me of being indecent..."
Unexpectedly, Hong Xiaolei saw through his trick at a glance and curled her lips and said: "Take him down, don't pretend to be pitiful, who can beat you? If he fights with a beautiful woman, you will have to take advantage of him, huh, the wild goose is overturned.
Mao’s stuff.”
I have to say that I really understand Lu Fan, and I can say that he hit the nail on the head without any injustice.
Lu Fan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when his background was exposed. He smiled and said, "You've caught up with the roundworm in my belly. I can't hide anything from you."
"Get out of here, you're disgusting."
Hong Xiaolei responded angrily and continued to run forward. Lu Fan followed closely, and they came to the playground one after another.
As for the female instructor Feng Xinyue who was waiting here, she looked at the two of them with completely different eyes. Her appreciative eyes fell on Hong Xiaolei, with quite a bit of approval.
When he glanced at Lu Fan, a gloomy coldness flashed in his eyes. He really couldn't forget that he suffered a big loss in the training hall last night and felt resentful.
At the same time, five more instructors, one female and four male, walked over in neat steps, all well-trained and energetic.
Looking at the other students, it took about ten minutes for them to appear sparsely, their figures were lazy, some were yawning, and they looked like they had not woken up.
Feng Xinyue's fair face had a hint of cyan. Her eyes glanced over and saw that there were still a few students who had not arrived. She ordered several instructors to go to the dormitory and call those people over quickly.
After a while, the students finally arrived, but they were all disheveled, as if they were defeated soldiers. This made Feng Xinyue furious, and he immediately yelled at them.
"I have already said that if you want to receive flight skills training, you must accept military management. Only in this way can you not waste time and achieve success in your studies. Let's see what you become."
Most of the students are children from wealthy families. They are used to being undisciplined. They rely on their family's wealth or influence to go their own way and have never been disciplined by others.
Facing the beautiful instructor's severe reprimand, everyone looked at each other, and some were very unconvinced.
For example, female student Zheng Hongyan opened her camouflage uniform, revealing a pink camisole underneath. She didn't even have time to put on her underwear. The brutal surgeries were so vivid in her mind that it was difficult not to attract the attention of the male students.
She had an annoyed look on her face, pinched her waist with her hands, and said dissatisfied: "Why, everyone just slept in and woke up late, what's the big deal? We spent 150,000 yuan in tuition, and we didn't come here to be angry."
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These words resonated with the students, who felt that they made sense. After all, they had paid a large amount of tuition and deserved good service.
Everyone's eyes focused on Feng Xinyue to see how she would respond and whether she could change her attitude.
But the beautiful instructor said angrily: "It is precisely because you spent the tuition that we have strict requirements and strive to train all of you into qualified pilots. Otherwise, it will be a joke with everyone's lives. According to the regulations of the academy and the agreement you signed
, whoever disobeys the management will be automatically withdrawn and the tuition fee will not be refunded."
In an instant, Zheng Hongyan was speechless, her face turned red and purple, as if she had turned into pig liver, and she did not dare to say anything more.
After all, the Flight Academy is an institution directly under the military ministry and has a strong background. Anyone who dares to cause trouble for no reason may not end well.
The first day of morning training started with a five-kilometer morning run.
The students ran around the playground, and most of them performed poorly. The most powerful one was Hong Xiaolei, who ran at the front, with a body as strong as the wind.
Lu Fan, on the other hand, followed the crowd, pretending that he was still not ready after being beaten by Feng Xinyue. He was like a lame old toad, moving slowly and staying at the back of the team.
Not long after, Hong Xiaolei, who had completed a lap, caught up from behind. When she passed him, she had a look of disdain on her face.
She probably really couldn't stand the brat's pretense, so she sneered and said, "Look at you, you are so desperate, you hypocritical guy!"
Lu Fan rolled his eyes and did not respond, but joined in the drama even more, his body swaying, giving people the feeling of falling down at any moment, as if he was extremely weak.
Feng Xinyue glanced over from a distance, and she made a further judgment in her heart. This guy was as fierce as a tiger and as cunning as a fox. He was really difficult to deal with.
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from the gate, and a vehicle entered the courtyard aggressively, regardless of the guard's obstruction.
They were three Toyota Domineering off-road vehicles and a pickup truck, and there were writings on the bodies, "Xiaotian Martial Arts School!" They drove quickly to the playground and braked to a stop.
Realizing that someone was coming from his martial arts school, Dong Zhichao slowed down and looked coldly at Lu Fan who was not far away, his eyes filled with hatred.
I cursed in my heart, you bastard, you dare to provoke this young master, your retribution is coming.
Everyone looked over with doubtful eyes and saw more than ten tough men getting out of the car. They were wearing double-breasted Tang suits, aged between thirty and forty years old, with unruly expressions on their faces.
These are martial arts school coaches, legendary martial arts figures who possess real kung fu and are also brave and fierce people. They are hired with high salaries to teach various martial arts techniques in martial arts schools.
Now that the principal's son was beaten, eighteen coaches came over overnight to avenge the young master, and they must not let the murderer go.
In short, the principal Dong Xiaotian is also a bully in the local area, and no one dares to provoke him. How can he let go when his son is beaten in another place?
A group of martial arts school coaches are usually arrogant, but now they arrive at the academy and don't take anyone seriously.
The leader, Coach Qiu, had a shiny bald head and a ferocious look on his face. He shouted like thunder: "Damn it, some bastard beat up Young Master Dong last night. Get over here right now."
The sound echoed in the playground, deafening, causing a group of students to remain silent and fearful eyes flashing in their eyes.
Dong Zhichao had a sinister smile on his face, looked at Lu Fan with sinister eyes, and cursed secretly, "You bastard, let's see how you can escape your bad luck. Don't you have the ability? Then use it quickly."
Seeing members of the public coming to the college to cause trouble, four instructors quickly came up and scolded the uninvited guests very seriously.
Let those coaches leave quickly to avoid conflicts. It would be terrible if there are casualties.