This kind of weather, standing under the sun, the taste of military training is really "wonderful".

But the students who have gone through the triple torture of **-mental-** are about to be exhausted. There was not even the strength left to complain. There will be no mischievous people here. They are all docile and well-behaved like little sheep. The instructor has a password. The lambs make a move. Obedient. It's not that these children are highly conscious. It's not that they want to open it. It's that they don't even have the energy to be naughty.

The freshmen who have been tossed like this for a day are when the instructor announces the disbandment. There is not a single moment of joy left to express cheering and joy. Dragging two small trembling legs. I don't think I'll be able to make it back home or not.

But the facts will prove to them. The potential of humanity is limitless. It's like water in a sponge. As long as you squeeze hard. There will always be.

Crawled back to the poor children at home. Although the power of the chopsticks is not sufficient. The head is little by little. I can't wait to plunge into the rice bowl and sleep until the sky is dark. The sun and the moon have no light.

Pity. The teachers won't let you get what you want.

Because you still have a lot of homework to do. To be done.

No. 1 Middle School is like all key schools. There will be no mercy when it comes to work. Only more. It won't be less.

Even the freshmen, after a day of triple devastating blows. Teachers keep their homework. Still unscrupulous. No mercy.

Those assignments. Do it.

Not until eleven o'clock in the evening. You don't have to go to bed without any problems.

Of course. It's been wonderful. After an informative day. The quality of your sleep is on the line. Absolutely no insomnia. It's almost as soon as your eyes are closed and then opened. It was dawn.

And then greet you. It's still wonderful. An informative day.

Until the expiration of one month of military training.

When the students bid farewell to their instructors. Some sentimental and kind girls will cry.

But. No school has a student who cries so uniformly. Girls don't care. It's still a boy. I cried so much that my liver and intestines were broken. Affectionate and long-lasting...... Depend on. It's fucking over. A month is really not easy for his grandmother. Woowoo......

This is the legendary "iron fist" military training of No. 1 Middle School.

Half-training and half-reading military training method with its student council. Interest clubs are the same. It's also a long-standing tradition. It is said that it has been maintained from the liberation and founding of the country to the present. Every class of students has to go through this kind of torture and blows. Finally, according to the words of the teachers. It will turn into a fortune. Benefit you for life...... Bitter is not bitter. Think of the Red Army twenty-five thousand. Tired or not. Think about the military training back then. Later. No matter what kind of hardship you encounter. will feel out of the way.

Listen to it. This reason. How bright. How chida. How high-sounding. How insidious and cunning. The school clearly wants to give these past eyes above the top through the quadruple blow of **to the spirit and then to the spirit. The top students with their nostrils facing the sky dismounted.

Think about it. If there are no such blows. These also need to adjust the psychological state. What kind of virtue would a poor child in a rebellious period be? Don't say anything else. The energy put into learning is certainly not 100 percent. Always set aside some grievances. Be cynical. Be cynical. Compare. I don't know if I'm going to run away or something.

But now it's good. Lots of physical exercise. Lots of homework. A lot of knowledge is waiting for them to experience it one by one. Don't talk about rampage. Not even the energy of cranky thinking left them at all. Joke. There is not enough time to sleep. Who can afford to think about that mess.

Therefore. As you can imagine. After the toss of this iron-fisted military training of half-reading and half-training, the freshmen. There is not a single burr left on the body. It has long been plucked cleanly. Lilisoso. Conformity. This is definitely more serious than the average school teacher. Those who are bitter should save a hundred times their strength. so that it may be made a hundredfold.

Plainly. Young people. It's just not cleaned up.

These legends. Wu Zerong also listened to what his new table mate said.

An Ran listened. Almost immediately, there was no strength left to ride.

Oh, my God. Ground. This doesn't make people live.

She can't care about what kind of character Wu Zerong's new tablemate is at this time. Why in a short period of time. I gave Wu Shuner such terrifying information.

Just because of a tour of the campus. And the excitement of the rise is like a small flame in the cold wind. It was extinguished cleanly. All that was left was the harsh wind that spread across the vast ice fields that had frozen for thousands of miles. Whirring and blowing. Scrape it again. Be hard-pressed as much as you want. It's hard work.

Before that. Enron is quite optimistic. Zhou Fanghua. Zheng Xiao, Zhao Zhenxu, and Jiang Chengzhuo, their schools had already reported in advance to start military training. There is only one special one that can hold his breath. Hold on to God. An Ran took her guesses for granted according to her habitual impression of key high schools. Is it that No. 1 Middle School doesn't pay attention to military training at all? Will the principal simply wave his hand. Very domineering. "Exemption from training."

Even if it is when Xia Wei is talking about future arrangements today. When it comes to military training. Enron still maintained her blind optimism. It's not a big deal to train while taking classes. At first glance, it is a sloppy attitude that has to be trained. I guess it's like a physical education class or something. The instructors must have been taken care of by the school. Open one eye then. Close one eye. It's easy for them to get through the test.

At this time, I heard Wu Zerong's popular science. An Ran realized how naïve he was. How naïve. What a lack of heart. Simpleton.

I also set aside a week to adjust my study and life plan.

Come on. It's better to say. She first thought about how to deal with the next month smoothly. Don't let yourself be criticized in public in the small exam. Don't die in the rigors of military training.

Oh. That's right. And sunscreen.

Even if it comes to this. A certain stinky beauty still hasn't forgotten about this stubble.

In the past few years, it has been difficult to raise this human skin to be tender and smooth. You can't just give up your work because of this month's hard work. Success lies in persistence. Stinky beauty also lies in persistence.

I didn't have the stamina in my last life. An Ran, who has devoted most of his life to cultivating perseverance, firmly believes in this.

But. Enron didn't forget to complain about his friend. "Such a terrible thing. Why didn't you talk about it earlier? Wu Zerong. ”

The nerdy classmates are very aggrieved. It's also quite innocent to wink. "Didn't I think about it before?"

An Ran opened his mouth. In the end, I had to sigh. Also. This bookworm has been sending bookworms to the door of the school library just now. Where can I take care of this. It's weird to remember.

Wu Zerong's face also became bitter at this time. It's better not to mention this stubble. A mention of military training. It's okay for others to say. He, an industrious otaku, is the most devastating. Perhaps only those books in the school library can soothe his broken heart a little.

The excitement that comes from taking a turn around campus. At this time, I was hit by the iron-fisted military training that will be carried out tomorrow. The movement of the two of them stepping on the car also seemed to be dying. Sluggishly. All the way to the crossroads in silence and tears. An Ran cheered up. Said a word. "Goodbye." There was a pause. He looked at the sun above his head with a sad face. Said with hope. "Hopefully it's going to rain heavily tomorrow."

The meaning of asking for rain could not be more obvious. Rainy day. There is no need for military training~

Pity. didn't wait for her to finish making up for it in her heart. Just listen to Wu Zerong's weakness. But he hit her mercilessly. "You forgot. There is an indoor stadium in the first place. ”

Other words. It doesn't matter if it rains or not. They all have to be disciplined. Don't say it's raining. It's a knife. The school has a trick for you to train. So is a good indoor stadium for nothing?

Depend on. Forget about it.

An Ran burst into tears instantly.

It turns out. Everything is multifaceted. As the saying goes, good and bad depend on each other.

Just now, someone who felt that the various facilities of No. 1 Middle School were very beautiful, couldn't help but grit his teeth at the big sun overhead and scold the leader of No. 1 Middle School. Why build an old broken indoor stadium. There's money to support it.

An Ran walked alone for ten minutes or so. Nothing else. It's just for psychological adjustment.

Think of the dark days ahead. It's a tough one. It's a painful process.

Fortunately. will be home when the time comes. Finally debugged.

Since it is something that cannot be changed. Instead of crying bitterly. It's better to think about how to face adaptation to be realistic. Alas. It's melancholy.

That being said. When Enron walked into the lottery station. It's still a little listless.

An Guoqing and Li Caifeng were busy. Glancing up at Enron. I don't care to say anything.

An Ran got through the iron gate. Climb to the second floor. Prepare a response plan to set aside. For now, let's make the meal first.

Let's go back to the bedroom first. Put the bag in the small cabinet under the desk. Then he removed a set of sunscreen equipment on his body. It took five minutes to take a simple shower in the bathroom. Wash away the stickiness of sweat. Change into a set of loungewear made of light green muslin.

This loungewear is also made by herself. Loose sleeveless vest with small lapels. Underneath is a short hakama. Just in time for the season. Cool. Simple. And you don't have to worry about running out. At the same time, even if you go to a nearby store to buy a temporary bottle of soy sauce, it doesn't seem too sloppy and casual.

Rub your skincare products down finely. An Ran poured himself a glass of freshly squeezed juice from the morning from the refrigerator. Drink while going downstairs. I locked the door. Say hello to your parents. Walk to the internet café next door. Let's see if the foodies have all returned. In order to count the number of people. Create a midday menu.