Chapter Ninety-Two Shrimp Rice

  "Turn right, quick march." Ruan Qiang and the other four instructors heard Yue An's order and immediately shouted orders, each leading their own team out of the Art Academy gate to the new stadium at Nongda East Gate.

  Xiao Xiao followed the team forward, casting a glance back with his spare vision, and saw Gao Jianhua and the head teachers of each class shaking hands with Yue An one by one. Yue An's face showed a smile, her expression calm.

  The students from other departments of the Agricultural University who were also undergoing military training had already formed neat and tidy teams, like numerous crawling caterpillars advancing forward, gathering at the new sports stadium of the Agricultural University, where they converged into a green ocean.

  The instructor in charge found his own territory and had the students wearing thick camouflage uniforms stand on it.

  The original green ocean was divided into square green islands.

  At this time, as a veteran, Niu Ming and Ma Qingzheng finished playing basketball with four or five people, sweating profusely, and saw the start of the new student's military training, which piqued their interest. Wiping away the hot sweat on his face with his hand, he searched for Xiao Xiao in the formation and found him wearing camouflage clothes and a camouflage hat, with his yellow hair hanging down behind his head, looking completely different from the usual Xiao Xiao. The usual Xiao Xiao was a little devil, but at this time, Xiao Xiao was a little good boy, they laughed and waved at him.

  Xiao Xiao saw the combination of Ox Head and Horse Face laughing at him, knowing they didn't have anything good to say, he couldn't talk to them, so he just winked his eyes, hinting for them to get lost.

  Niu Ming and Ma Qing not only didn't roll to one side, but instead took out their mobile phones, opened the camera option, and took pictures of Xiao Xiao's obedient appearance at that time. They thought that if Xiao Xiao became famous one day, they would have to let him buy back the video at a high price.

  Xiao Xiao saw that the two of them were secretly taking pictures of her and cursed in her heart: Damn it, I'll strip you both naked and take pictures one day.

  The scorching sun slowly rose up, sneering at these students in military training.

  The students standing neatly on the plastic track of the stadium felt that every inch of their skin was scorched by the sun, and the oily sweat secreted from their bodies flowed down from the high places such as the chest and buttocks to the narrow body grooves, eventually gathering into a small waterfall, which soaked through the thick camouflage uniform.

  Military training has just started and it's already so hot, there's still a week left, can people even survive?

  Male classmates are fine, but those female classmates who painted makeup were washed away by sweat, and their faces became black and white, like Peking Opera masks.

  Xiao Xiao's eyes scanned those beautiful girls, and he was delighted. Several times, he almost burst out laughing, but fortunately, he had a strong willpower, his cheeks puffed up, and he suppressed the laughter back down.

  He glanced around with his spare vision, found the team of girls from the vocational class, and saw that Su Chen and He Yan were no exception, their faces full of sweat. Little fatty Lin Yi was even more soaked in sweat, both front and back had visible wet marks, and even the hair on the edge of her hat could be seen with water droplets, fortunately, she didn't wear makeup, her bare face fearless of the invasion of sweat.

  Xiao Xiao saw her struggling like that, and suddenly felt as if there was a small worm wriggling in his heart, a faint ache hidden deep within.

  Ruan Qiang had his team stand at attention and addressed them, briefly stating that there were things that definitely required a report to be shouted out, otherwise they would be punished. He also emphasized that just because you are students, he wouldn't go easy on any of you.

  Xiao Xiao saw that his expression was serious, but there was no ferocity at all, and he felt that he would definitely not be tough.

  "Next, we'll do the first movement, standing at attention," Ruan Qiang said as he demonstrated a standard standing posture, with his arms hanging straight down, chest out, head held high, belly sucked in, buttocks tightened, and his military cap held high, his eyes gazing off into the distance. His originally relaxed body suddenly became hard and solid, like a beautifully crafted sculpture.

  Ruan Qiang repeatedly demonstrated the standing posture twice and explained its key points to everyone, letting them practice.

  Classmates imitate his teaching posture and stand up straight.

  "From now on, no rest is allowed, you are not permitted to move." Ruan Qiang furrowed his brow and stepped into the middle of the formation. Whenever he saw an improper posture, he would use his fist to tap the person's body, with a loud "thud" sound, after which he would correct that person's incorrect posture.

  He didn't use much force when punching, and the person being punched didn't feel any pain either. Those who had been corrected by Ruan Qiang's fists were all grateful to have met a gentle and soft-handed instructor.

  "You!" Unaware of when Yue An had walked into the group of male students in this specialized class, he walked to Li Wei's front and pointed at him, shouting.

  Li Wei's body is not very tall, nor is it robust. Due to frequent computer use and operating the keyboard and mouse, he has developed a habit of leaning forward with his upper body, arching his back, and tucking in his buttocks, making him look like a cooked shrimp when standing upright.

  Not just Li Wei, many classmates who often stick in front of computers have also become this shape.

  Li Wei just now was corrected by Ruan Qiang, but after Ruan Qiang left, he unconsciously slid back into his old habit and became a shrimp again.

  Yue An stretched out his hands and grasped his shoulders, using force to pull them back. Almost breaking his fragile little shoulders.

  Li Wei endured the pain, his body straightened up, but after a while, he leaned forward with his upper body and backward with his lower body, and then returned to the standard shrimp shape.

  Yue An saw his sloppy posture and couldn't stand this kind of man, so he let out a cold snort and threw a punch at Li Wei's stomach. The punch landed on his abdomen.

  "Ah!" Lei Wei's tears fell like a rolling wave, forming a small stream that flowed into his mouth, salty and bitter. The taste was as if it was filled with the tragic bitterness of life, he felt that if he had known earlier that he could withstand Yue An's punch, he would rather not have taken the university exam in the first place. Even if he had taken the exam, he wouldn't have chosen to attend this broken Agricultural University.

  Li Wei's shout was like a cup of minus 100 degrees Celsius ice water, poured on the scorching backs of all the students, making them break out in a cold sweat. The people around felt that this punch was simply his mother's heavenly fist, and it would blow Li Wei to pieces.

  Xiao Xiao and Lu Teng stood in the team, seeing this scene, both of them were naturally very angry with Yue An's punch to Li Wei, scolding in their hearts: Yue An, this is just military training, it's your time to show off. If it were usual times, our devil combination would have joined forces to destroy you long ago.

  Yue An heard Li Wei's heart-wrenching cry, and saw his tears flowing, not showing any sympathy for his pain. With both hands, he clutched Li Wei's waist like a pair of giant pincers, lifting him up like a small sapling blown down by the wind, ordering him to stand upright and not act like a dead man.

  Li Wei endured the pain and stood up straight, although it hurt so much that he was about to die, but he didn't dare make a sound or resist.

  Everyone has witnessed Yan Wang's means and ruthlessness, and no one dares to make a move. Praying that Yue An won't see his own flaws and find fault with himself to torment him.

  "What's with the mustache?" Yue An stood coldly in front of Wang Yong, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at the small, soul-stirring mustache that Wang Yong had deliberately left behind.