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Cao Binbin nodded in hindsight, "It seems that my realm is too low, in the eyes of the master, the music and melody should follow my own heart, and there is no need to compare with others." ”

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Lin Zifeng's mouth, and there was a light look of appreciation on his face...

After the registration time for new students ended, the China Conservatory of Music prepared a military training for more than 20 days, which did not end until the end of September. After that, there will be a seven-day National Day holiday, which means that there will be no courses that belong to the university until October 8.

Lin Zifeng couldn't help but feel that there was a world of difference between high school and college, so if you didn't have to go to class for nearly a month, it was impossible in high school. Although Lin Zifeng didn't study much in high school, at least he still had to show up at school on time every day, and he could only go home after a full day of classes.

In the first two days of military training, the capital was cloudy and the temperature was not high, and after a full day of training, I didn't feel anything other than a little muscle soreness. Lin Zifeng was very afraid that Anna would find it hard, but after asking her, Anna felt that the intensity of training was not great, but she couldn't understand why humans would do such boring things. What is the use of these projects for people who will not go to the battlefield to fight?

Lin Zifeng didn't know how to answer for a while, maybe for the country, these college freshmen became reserve soldiers after military training, which is equivalent to a disguised military service. Some people also say that the military training for freshmen is to exercise the spirit of hardship and perseverance of young people, no matter what the reason, in Lin Zifeng's own opinion, he also feels that military training is a very boring thing.

On the third day of military training, the weather in the capital suddenly changed greatly, the temperature suddenly rose from 25 or 6 degrees to more than 30 degrees, and the sun seemed to return to the hottest time in July and August.

However, the instructor in charge of training the third class of composition seemed to like the weather, and he specially brought 30 people, including Lin Zifeng, to the unsheltered basketball court, followed by a 20-minute standing posture training, requiring them to remain motionless under the scorching sun.

In the distance, there were annoying screams, and the air around them was like a steamer that was constantly being heated, enveloping the college freshmen with more and more heat. The more times like this, the less wind blows, and everyone can feel the heat clinging to their skin, and it is even hotter than the air they exhale from their mouth and nose.

Everyone couldn't figure out whether it was because the heat emitted from their bodies made the temperature higher and higher, or whether the sunlight gradually moved directly above their heads and made everyone breathless, and everyone was sweating on their faces, backs, and arms when they had to do the essentials of military posture at the same time.

At this time, the instructor was still in a circle among the rows of students, and from time to time he would pull the arm of a certain student with his fingers, and as soon as he found that the opponent's arm was not clamped tightly enough, he would immediately ask for ten push-ups on the spot and extend the time of standing in the military position for five minutes.

The students in the third class of composition all had words of suffering, and they could only frown and grit their teeth, hoping that they would survive the twenty minutes smoothly, even if their arms were numb to the point that they didn't have any consciousness, they didn't dare to relax.

At this moment, Dong Gaojie, who was standing next to Lin Zifeng, shook his body, and he quickly made a report and said, "Instructor, I, I may have suffered from heat stroke." ”

"Heat stroke? It's only been ten minutes now, what kind of heat stroke will you have?" Stand up for me!" the instructor scolded sharply, and then said to all the students, "Don't think about being lazy for me, twenty minutes of military posture can't be missing a minute, if anyone makes a random report, twenty minutes will be changed to half an hour!"

After the instructor's words fell, none of the thirty freshmen dared to move, for fear that the current torture would be prolonged. Lin Zifeng glanced at Dong Gaojie with his spare eyes, and found that his current state was indeed a little wrong, and his body standing in place began to swing from side to side uncontrollably, and his face turned a little pale.

Lin Zifeng realized that what Dong Gaojie said about heat stroke may be true, and in the eyes of others, ten minutes of military posture may not be nothing, but for his habit of not eating or sleeping for several days in a row, ten minutes may be his limit.

Lin Zifeng is a little conflicted now, I don't know if I should help my roommate make a report, if the instructor still insists that Dong Gaojie's so-called heat stroke is to be lazy, then he will hurt all the people to stand for ten more minutes, Lin Zifeng doesn't want to bear such a big charge.

But seeing that Dong Gaojie's shaking was getting bigger and bigger, and he would soon be unable to support it, Lin Zifeng finally made up his mind, and the two words of the report were about to blurt out. At this moment, there was a plop next to him, and Dong Gaojie had already fainted to the ground.

The classmates suddenly made a commotion, and the people around saw Dong Gaojie's face pale, and they didn't know whether the matter was serious or not. Lin Zifeng squatted beside Dong Gaojie for the first time and patted his face, and found that he was still conscious, but he couldn't stand up again with his own strength.

The instructor's face was a little unbearable, he didn't expect that this student really couldn't even last twenty minutes, but after seeing the other party being slapped on the face by Lin Zifeng, he had some reactions, and he knew in his heart that there was nothing serious.

"Stand up for me, you and he are in the same dormitory, right? Carry him to the shade and rest for a while. The instructor pointed at Lin Zifeng and said.

Lin Zifeng glared at the other party a little angrily, if Dong Gaojie had made a report just now, the instructor asked him to rest, this kind of thing would not have happened. In Lin Zifeng's eyes, Dong Gaojie is a person born to compose music, he can go without sleeping for days and nights for a song, and this kind of willpower is probably far inferior to the instructor in front of him.

"You hold on," Lin Zifeng said as he put Dong Gaojie on his back.

Lin Zifeng then carried him to the lawn on the outskirts of the basketball court, which was shaded by trees, and there was also drinking water and a box of Huoxiang Zhengqi oral liquid sent by the counselor in the morning.

Lin Zifeng first fed Dong Gaojie a glass of water, then opened the box of oral liquid, took out a small bottle from it and handed it to him. Dong Gaojie's back rested on the trunk of the tree, and it was only then that he regained consciousness, took the potion handed by Lin Zifeng, and said to him for the first time, "Thank you." ”