In front of An Cha was Lian Ruoyi, who was leaning on An Cha's knees like a dead fish, and Ji Yuhan and Yu Qixi were leaning on each side.

The ground was full of lying corpses, and Ancha stood alone, especially as a girl, which naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Even the blackface coach couldn't help but glance at An Cha appreciatively.

The freshman lay on the ground for less than a minute before the black-faced coach raised his horn again.

So, no matter how tired everyone is, they can only reluctantly get up.

The coaches are already standing in their respective areas.

The class leader of each class leads the team and goes to their respective coaches in order.

Ancha's class stood at the end, and the last coach left happened to be the Angel Coach just now.

Looking at the classmates around him who were smiling like mentally retarded because of excitement, Ancha shook his head.

On the first day, as the freshmen thought, it was different from other coaches who began to practice military posture after tidying up the team.

The angel coach was almost talking about precautions all afternoon, and he didn't care about the classmates who were whispering below.

This also makes everyone's favorability towards the angel coach "rubbing" up.

Ancha has been listening to the precautions, and always feels that something is different, but she doesn't bother to think about it.

After all, no matter how much she trains, she can't be the one at the bottom.

The angel coach's military training method is also different from others, and the next day he handed the squad leader a planner and asked everyone to train according to the items on the plan.

Then he himself stood aside and watched, basically holding a bunch of papers and pens as if he was in the office, not praising the students who completed it, and not punishing those who did not finish.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, and when you compare it with other classes, it is simply the difference between hell and heaven.

Ancha looked at the documents in the angel coach's hand, and always felt that something was strange, but she couldn't say it.

No matter what, Ancha has always trained according to the form sent by the coach.

She didn't want to train either, but for some reason, her instincts told her it was better.

A few people were like Ancha at first, but they gave up after only one day.

So in the whole class, only Ancha is following the training items on the schedule every day.

Training time flies by.

Everyone seems to have adapted to this kind of life, and every day when they wake up, they are training, and there is no change.

As far as the eye can see, the entire playground is full of new students of military training, and after a week of repair, a trace of majesty can be faintly seen from them.

In the second week, the Angel Coach waited under the tree for everyone to assemble as usual.

An Cha glanced at a few folders on the ground and smelled a different smell.

"How was this week's military training life?" Coach Angel asked with a smile on his face, and continued without waiting for everyone to answer, "Is it comfortable compared to other classes?" But after a while, you may feel uncomfortable. ”

Picking up the folder on the ground, everyone watched as the angel coach took out a stack of forms from it, "This is your military training performance evaluation form, huh...... Judge by how well you did this week. ”

Speaking of this, the angel coach paused, his gaze swept over everyone, and he seemed to be satisfied with everyone's shocked eyes, "The person who evaluates the score is also me, how many points will be deducted from this table, and your credits will also be deducted from the corresponding scores." ”