Ou Yan realized that someone was talking to him and took a look. He was also a freshman. He was wearing a military uniform and looked a little nervous.
"Sorry, I can't."
Hearing what Ou Yan said, the boy blushed even more, said "Excuse me" and hurriedly ran away. His friends all burst into laughter.
After a while, someone came to ask for Ouyan's WeChat ID. Ouyan didn't give it to him and told him to go back and study hard. The three girls around him couldn't help laughing.
On the way back to the dormitory, boys kept chatting up the four of them, and Ouyan was the one who asked for WeChat messages the most.
In the next few days, in addition to basic training such as standing in military posture and walking forward, the instructors also taught each class of students military martial arts boxing.
During the intermission, Yang Yiyi left for a while and came back with red eyes.
"What's wrong?" Tang Xueying was the first to notice something strange about her, and put one hand on her shoulder, "Didn't you say you were going to the bathroom? Why are you crying?"
Tang Xueying asked whether it was okay, but when asked, Yang Yiyi's eyes became even redder, she choked with sobs and was speechless.
Ou Yan's eyes fell on her, "Do you need help?"
Yang Yiyi shook her head.
"All rise--"
At this moment, instructor Fu Jia blew his whistle and the intermission ended.
Tang Xueying asked Yang Yiyi beside her in a low voice, "Are you okay? Do you want to take a leave?"
Yang Yiyi still shook her head.
Next, we still taught Juntiquan. The sun was setting, and the students were so exhausted that they couldn't even perform the movements properly.
Ou Yan, Nan Qiao and Tang Xueying observed Yang Yiyi from time to time and found that she was absent-minded and her eyes were dim, as if she had been greatly shocked.
Jiang He, the instructor of the next class, couldn't help laughing because the class he brought out was better than them.
He whistled and said loudly: "Xia Rou, come out and teach the students in the next class. Let Instructor Fu Jia have a good rest."
"Yes, instructor!" Xia Rou stood up with a heroic appearance and good looks. She had an unyielding spirit and looked at people with a strong desire to win.
Fu Jia's face darkened, asking a freshman to teach their class? How despising is he?
In the past, when he was in the same team, Jiang He often opposed him. Now he raised his warning eyes, "Who needs your little brat to teach you?"
"Hey, my little bastard has practiced so well. Is there anyone in your class who is better than her? Do you dare to call her out to compete?"
Fu Jia looked at the kids behind him, "Who wants to try?"
The whole class was silent...
They had seen Xia Rou just now when she was leading a demonstration in the next class, and she was indeed practicing well...
The only thing they can do is get beaten...
"Just her."
Unexpectedly, Xia Rou's eyes jumped directly over the two instructors, raised her chin slightly, and directly nodded at Yang Yiyi in the crowd.
Because she looks quite easy to bully.
Fu Jia looked at Yang Yiyi, "Can you do it?"
Yang Yiyi stood up and said, "Tell the instructor, I can try."
Xia Rou got what she wanted, and immediately raised a smile, "If you accidentally touch something later, don't cry."
The people in the two classes immediately started cheering and cheering for the people in their respective classes.
Not long after Yang Yiyi came on stage, she was hit on the head by Xia Rou, and then kicked again.
Nan Qiao, who was sitting below, saw that Xia Rou's moves were fast and accurate, leaving no room for Yang Yiyi at all. She couldn't help but said, "Did you make a mistake? It's just a competition, what's the matter?"
"Everything has come to an end. You have gone too far!" Tang Xueying couldn't help but fight against the injustice.
"On the battlefield, fists and feet are blind, and relatives are not recognized. Haven't you heard of this?" Xia Rou kicked Yang Yiyi to the ground again.