"Everyone, please hurry up. If we delay for a while, we may not even be able to drink the vegetable soup."
"It doesn't matter, we have a lot to eat!"
Hearing what the little cutie said, Qin Jian slapped his forehead before remembering something else, and asked the 404 people in front: "Can any of the three of you explain to me why Xia Shu's bag contains your food?
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Wang Xiaoliang pretended to be stupid when he heard this, and continued to discuss the unfinished topics on the runway with the little cutie.
"Really, I'll take you to play black when you get back, I'm a blind thief 6."
"Okay~"
Chen Tangjie and Ding Yaru whispered seriously, pretending not to hear, and walked to one side of the team.
Zheng Feng quickened his pace.
A group of people walked towards the canteen in a mighty manner.
Seeing that Xia Shu didn't respond, Qin Jian had to look at the person next to him.
"Don't look at me," Ning Qianxia shook her head gently, "I was not in the dormitory last night and I don't know what happened."
Qin Jian shrugged, "Okay."
Anyway, just eat some.
"By the way, where is your little sister? Isn't she with you?" Qin Jian suddenly remembered the driver who caused the accident.
"She," Ning Qianxia sighed helplessly, "she didn't get up in the morning, so she had to come over in the afternoon."
What's the reason for this? If you can't get up, you don't have to come to the military training?
The second generation of rich people are different. Qin Jian smacked his lips and said, "Very good."
As a few people walked into the cafeteria, the first class of the university for the 14th grade freshmen was officially over.
Qin Jian ran two more laps, but it really didn't matter to him.
Natsuki Aso is not only her current classmate, but also his and Duan Ran’s friend.
A group of young people once competed in the Tokyo arena together, ate delicious Japanese-style Chinese food together, and left common footprints and laughter together.
So at that moment, he felt that he should help his friend.
At this point, he was moved and moved, and loyalty is loyalty. Everyone's coming forward a few minutes ago made him feel a sense of community that he had never experienced before.
All this is new to him.
There was no scene in the canteen that Chen Tangjie had imagined, where he would arrive a second late and only have leftover soup.
However, when they entered, what they saw was a mountain-like pile of snacks on the ground at the door.
Hand in ruthlessly.
"Let's eat."
Eight people, sitting together.
"It's time to eat."
...
After a hearty lunch, the next two hours are lunch break.
There was no cold drink, no air conditioning, just a mat and a fan whirring overhead, but that was enough.
But everyone felt that not long after they closed their eyes, the sound of the wake-up call sounded in their ears.
"Get up."
"Ah, I just fell asleep."
"So sleepy~"
"I really want to sleep for a while."
At this time, the atmosphere in each barracks was similar.
"Everyone, please get up. Maybe if you gather early, you can save a few minutes of standing in military posture."
"Hahaha, that's reasonable, everyone, please be smart."
"let's go."
"Hey, buddy, which major are you from?"
"Music Therapy."
"Yes, that's right, I remembered it, I am a student of Western Music History."
At first, we were strangers to each other, but in this atmosphere, we gradually became companions.
At about 2:20, the three formations had already lined up ten minutes in advance.
"Take a break——"
"stand at attention--"
"Strengthen the military posture!"
After everyone had eaten, drank and rested, they found that the half-hour military posture was not as long as they thought.
Thirty minutes later, the first and second teams entered the rest period.
The third team continued.
Probably because everyone was doing well, after another five minutes, "rest."
Hu Long did not fulfill what he said in the morning, but only gave the third team an extra five minutes of penalty time.
At this moment, everyone realized that the black-faced instructor was not so unkind.
five minutes later.
"gather!"
Everyone stood up and stood up again.
After a discussion with several instructors, Hu Long came to the front of the three formations.
"A team of Ning Qianxia."
"arrive!"
"Second Team Zheng Feng."
"arrive!"
"Team Three Qin Jian."
"arrive!"
"Get out of the queue!"
The three of them immediately ran out of the team.
Hu Long's sharp eyes passed over the faces of the three people and said: "After the assessment this morning, the instructors group unanimously decided to appoint the three of you as the flag bearers of each team."
After the three people looked at each other, they all had some differences.
Ning Qianxia's reputation in the vocal department is always the highest, and she is top-notch in terms of professionalism and temperament.
Although Zheng Feng is taciturn, his words and deeds give people a particularly down-to-earth feeling.
Not to mention Qin Jian, the word 'Qin Jian' has long been outside the student circle of Hua Guo Yuan. In addition, everyone is still fresh in their minds about what happened in the morning, so they have a favorable impression of this male student who has both fame and strength and is also responsible.
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Even if some people are not convinced, they can only give up. After all, this is the decision of the instructors. In addition, these three people do have some prestige among their classmates, and no one is willing to stand up and offend them.
What's more, the most a flag bearer can do is add points to the assessment score at the end of the military training.
In the music school, this thing is really useless.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
I don’t know who took the lead in applauding, and then there was a round of applause, and everyone seemed to be accommodating.
For a while, the atmosphere was a bit lively.
"Continue training."
...
...
Time flies by.
The 14th-level freshmen trained in various subjects under the command to stand at attention and take a break.
In the morning, I ran military posture + classified subject training, and in the afternoon, I ran military posture + classified subject training.
After nine days, everyone has become accustomed to getting up at half-past six and going to bed on time at 10:30 p.m.
During the holidays, I couldn’t fall asleep with my cell phone in my hand, but now I want to sleep with my cell phone in my hand.
Military training is hard and tiring, but it also has a different kind of fun.
Just like training time every evening.
This is everyone’s favorite time. You can simply start and walk around a few times, shout a few words, one, two, three, four, and then you can disperse.
Although they were not allowed to go back to the dormitory, a few close friends sat around a corner of the training ground under the night. Sometimes they listened to the instructors telling stories about the army, and sometimes they sang songs under the guidance of the instructors of the unit. It was endless fun.
"Everyone performed well during the day, so there will be no training tonight."
It's just that it's been three or four seconds since Hu Long finished speaking, but the three formations were completely calm.
Hu Long nodded with satisfaction, and the next second, "dismissed."
"Yeah!"
“nice!!!”
"Long live the instructor!!!"
Everyone has suffered enough from routines in the past few days and has developed a good memory.
When you don't hear the word "disband", everything is just fireworks on paper, and standing still is the best option.
For a time, there was an endless stream of cheers.
Usually at this time, someone brave enough will step forward.
"Instructor Hu, we will leave tomorrow. Please sing a song for us today. Several other instructors have already sung it."
One person made a suggestion, and everyone cheered.
"Instructor Hu, here comes one."
"Instructor Hu, here comes one."
"Instructor Hu, here comes one."
"Quiet!!"
Hu Long shouted.
After a second of silence.
"Instructor Hu, here comes one!!!"
"Instructor Hu, come here!!!!!"
In an instant, his voice was drowned out by the crowd.
Hu Long sighed helplessly. After a moment, he raised his hand and everyone became quiet.
"Okay, I'll sing, but I have two conditions."
"First, after I finish singing, each of your teams will send a representative to sing a song for everyone. Are there any questions?"
"no problem!!"
This is no problem. What does this guy do?
"Second, which student can play the accordion?"
"Tell the instructor, I know how to do it." A boy from the third team stood up bravely.
Hu Long turned around and motioned to a female instructor, who nodded and left. Not long after, the female instructor came back with an accordion in her hand.
"You come to play the piano and I'll sing, okay?" Hu Long said.
"Okay," the boy took the accordion and pulled the bellows a few times to adjust it. "Instructor, what do you want to sing?"
"Green flowers in the army."
"What tune?"
"I don't understand, my voice is relatively low, just look at it."
"Okay," the boy said, pulling the bellows again.
In the quiet training ground, the melodious sound of the accordion sounded.
"The cold wind is blowing and falling leaves"
"The army is a pair of green flowers"
"Dear comrade, don't miss home."
"Don't miss mom"
...
Hu Long's deep voice sounded particularly sincere amidst the long organ sound.
Although the singing is a bit out of tune, perhaps the rhythm is not well grasped, and even the pronunciation of some words is not standard due to accent issues.
"Mom, don't worry"
"My child, I have grown up"
...
"There is a good girl in my hometown"
"I often dream about her"
....
"Standing on guard duty is to protect the country."
“I’m not afraid of wind or rain”
But no one cares about this at this moment.
I only saw an ordinary man wearing camouflage uniforms, speaking affectionately of his attachment to his family, his lover, and the military camp.
Perhaps because she missed her mother, or perhaps she was moved by the simple singing, the somewhat emotional little girl choked up.
"Don't shed tears when parting"
"The military camp is our warm home"
The song fell, and the accordion died in the final stretch.