“…… Okay, that's the end of your introduction? Director Wang clapped his hands, "Well, in the next three years, I hope you will get along well - let me say it again: in the next week, all freshmen will be trained!" At 4 p.m., the whole class gathers here, and I will carry out the books, dormitories, water, and other chores for you! ”

Director Wang called back the distracted freshmen in a loud tone, knocked on the podium with his right hand, and said, "Now, all stand up!" Stand still! Men and women stand in two columns, follow me to the playground to meet your military training teacher! ”

After hearing this, the freshmen stood in an orderly manner, and a man and a woman stepped out of the classroom one by one.

Outside the classroom, all the freshmen walked in a line.

The freshmen of each class came to the playground and stood in two rows in each corner, waiting for the arrival of the instructor.

A neatly dressed young man with a whistle on his chest walked solemnly, walked up to Liangyue and Lu Yeyin's class, and said to Liangyue and them: "Hello, I am your military training teacher!" From today onwards, I will be in charge of your military training! My surname is Yan, so you call me 'Instructor Yan'. ”

Instructor Yan was as his name suggested, and his words revealed a serious tone, which made all the students dare not take a breath.

As soon as they came up, they asked the students to report the number, adjusted the formation arrangement, and stood in four rows according to the number of people, and then demonstrated for everyone: standing in a military posture - standing upright, taking a break, turning left, turning right, etc. The freshmen watched it, listened to the whistle of the strict instructor, and stood in a military posture in a decent manner, standing for several hours at a time, and no one complained.

At noon, a few bells rang, and Instructor Yan finally released the people, opened his mouth to "disband on the spot", and asked everyone to continue after 2 o'clock in the afternoon - in the afternoon, they were still standing in a military posture, but they added long-distance running, sprinting, bars and other sports.

And just like that, a week of military training began.

Liangyue fully felt the baptism of military training - thanks to his good background since he was a child, he didn't complain.

However, many students were so tired that they were out of breath: on the third day of military training, some people with poor physical strength suffered from heat stroke, and several female classmates even covered their abdomen and screamed in pain. Instructor Yan nodded knowingly, and had to let them sit obediently on the side and drink water to rest. To Liangyue's surprise, Lu Yeyin - don't look at Lu Yeyin, who is thin and weak, delicate and timid, but he can still easily train in the military, except for the hot and red face, he has not fallen.

On the fourth day of military training, Liangyue met Langtao - the same freshman class of high school, the instructors asked the freshmen of the two classes to conduct a sprint race.

Liang Yue was so tired that he threw himself into the waist and gasped roughly, and he was exhausted by the desperate running. He was standing and resting, but he was tapped on the shoulder. Liang Yue was taken aback, looked back, and saw Lang Tao.

"You can run, you can outrun me." Lang Tao was sweating profusely, but he did not hesitate to praise.

"It's not as good as you." Liang Yue looked at Lang Tao: Recovering his physical strength in a short period of time is really better than him.

"Are you in high school?" Lang Tao explained his intention straightforwardly, "I'll transfer to your class, are you welcome?" ”

"Good guy, why did you want to transfer to our class?"

"You're so athletic, I want to play with you!"

"Huh? No way? Or is this an exaggeration? Liang Yue stumbled and almost fell, "Others change classes, it is a subject that picks the right subject, you are good, it is actually to play football?" If you want to say that the best class to play football should be the computer class, why don't you go to their class? ”

"The second year of high school is divided into classes, how to divide the first year of high school? But I heard that the football team in the first year of high school is generally not good, where do you let me go? Lang Tao pursed his lips, "If I didn't know you, I wouldn't want to change classes - but the high school class is also very good, although it is a little more difficult to go to college, it is more promising than the counterpart class......

Liang Yue rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to argue with Lang Tao.

Liang Yue waved his hand and hummed: "Come on, why don't you build a football team first, and then come and mention this matter to me." ”

Lang Tao didn't think so, but said happily: "So, you agree?" ”

"Me? What do I agree with? Liang Yue squinted at Langtao.

"As long as I build a soccer team, you have to join my soccer team!"

Liang Yue stared at Lang Tao for a long time, and said angrily: "If you can build a team, I will join the team and recognize you as the captain!" ”

"Good! Deal! Lang Tao clapped his hands excitedly and ran away happily.

Liangyue twitched, noncommittal.

Liangyue originally thought that Langtao was talking about fun, but Langtao took it seriously.

On the afternoon of the sixth day of military training, the whole class returned to the classroom and sat down, and saw Director Wang leading three unfamiliar faces to approach the podium and announce to everyone that there were three new transfer students in the class.

Liang Yue looked at Lang Tao, Shi Yanglong and Dun Dong in a daze and generously, and reported their names in turn, especially Lang Tao, and even threatened to say, "I have a dream, I want to build a football team, I hope that friends who like football will come to me to sign up" Yunyun, and then the three of them consciously walked to the last row - there are still six vacant seats in the last row, even if one person occupies two, it is more than enough.

Lang Tao passed by Liangyue's side and deliberately glanced at him, as if he was afraid that others would not see him. Because this guy was too unrestrained before, all the students wondered if they knew each other.

As Liangyue's tablemate, Lu Yeyin also glanced at Lang Tao a few more times.

Lang Tao took the opportunity to flatter Lu Yeyin, but before Lu Yeyin could react, Liang Yue glared at Lang Tao fiercely - many classmates secretly laughed: In the past few days, Liang Yue and Lu Yeyin are almost inseparable, and the two get along very well, so good that Lu Yeyin can't say a few words to other classmates.

Lang Tao grinned at Liang Yue, and left calmly under the gaze of Lu Yeyin. Liang Yue glanced at Lu Yeyin, whose face was full of surprise, and sighed secretly: Lang Tao, Shi Yanglong, and Dun Dong really transferred to the high school class - I don't know how Lang Tao persuaded Shi Yanglong and Dun Dong!

He hadn't forgotten what he had said two days earlier.

Director Wang coughed lightly twice, suddenly pulled the attention of the whole class back, and said: "Tomorrow is the last day of military training, and classes will officially start next Monday - have you read the student handbook that was sent to you yesterday?" Do you remember the school rules? Look at you, I'm guessing you're not going to comply, are you? ”

Director Wang stared at a boy's hair. The boy's hair was dyed yellow, and he was stylish and very fashionable.

The boy was uncomfortable when Director Wang looked at him, and quickly lowered his head, pretending to be ignorant.

As soon as Liang Yue heard Director Wang's reminder, and when he saw Director Wang's gaze, he immediately thought of the student handbook that he flipped through casually, and wrote many complicated school rules, such as no dyeing or draping.

He, along with all the students, wailed in unison.

Both boys and girls are distressed that some aspects of themselves do not conform to the school rules - girls are not allowed to wear gold and silver, they must take them off; The hair is too long and must be combed! The boy was even more depressed: the hairstyle can't be there, it must be completely removed, and it is almost not written that it will be cut into a monk's head!

Liang Yue froze, and then consciously brushed the cool and long Liuhai in front of his forehead; Lu Yeyin played with the long hair that fell on her shoulders and looked pensive; As soon as Lang Tao sat on the chair, he shouted: "Don't! Why cut your hair? Dundong, the tablemate next door, laughingly persuaded: "Be content, you don't have to dye your yellow hair back to black." ”

…… No matter how depressed everyone was, after the last day of military training, when the whole class met again, it was not surprising to find that each other's hairstyles, makeup, and jewelry were all gone.

The boys were about to become monks, and their hair was pitifully short; Girls generally wear a ponytail and look quite vibrant. Director Wang was satisfied, and waved his hand: The military training is over.

The next day, on the first day of school, another transfer student was transferred to Liangyue's class.