God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The muddy water was flying, and all the students were shivering. The soft mud stains covered everyone's body, and even their breath was filled with a disgusting mud smell.

The students, both male and female, were all lying in the mud puddle like dumplings, carrying thick wooden stakes on their shoulders, squatting down and standing up, their faces covered with stains that could no longer be distinguished from tears or muddy water.

"You haven't eaten yet? Lift them up! Don't let up!"

"This is training! Keep your head up and your chest up! Don't lie down!"

"..."

Under the scorching sun, coaches wearing black vests and sunglasses sat under umbrellas and drank ice water. From time to time, they went out to use whips to whip the students who were weak and collapsed in the mud puddles. The students who were not whipped kept howling in the mud puddles. After crying and screaming, they walked back and sat down with smiles on their faces.

The students' bodies were sore and their limbs were sore, and they had to desperately get up from the muddy puddles, trying hard to support the wooden stakes on their shoulders for fear of being beaten.

"It's a good job. The salary is high and I'm not tired. I can hit people when I feel bad. It's so fun."

One of the coaches was sitting on a recliner, turned his head and smiled.

"What's the big deal? Are we doing this for their own good?"

Another coach threw the whip aside and sneered: "We are all doing things according to their parents' expectations, okay? They have to thank us."

The remaining people were stunned and burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes! We are just educating people, what's so good about it?"

"Hahaha, yes, my hands are sore from pumping, Mad, please eat more tonight!"

"..."

The coaches were laughing wildly in the shadows, but the students were writhing in the mud like zombies, in a state of utter confusion.

One of the girls with short hair squatted in a puddle of mud, her face covered with dried mud showing pain. She grabbed the girl next to her who was still lifting the wood and murmured painfully: "Jiang Jiang, I, my period is here, here it is."

"It hurts so much. I feel like I'm dying of pain. What should I do?"

The short-haired girl's face began to turn gray. She stared at the coaches on the other side of the shadow with fear and resentment.

The girl named Jiang Jiang next to her wiped her face and was about to go ashore after hearing this, but was caught again by the short-haired girl.

"Jiang Jiang, where are you going?"

The girl named Jiang Jiang turned pale and turned around after hearing this: "I'll go tell the coach and let you go back to the dormitory to rest."

"Can it be done?"

The short-haired girl murmured.

Jiang Jiang pulled her hand away and comforted: "It should be fine. I'll go and ask."

However, when Jiang Jiang landed on the shore, before she could say anything, she was whipped by the instructor under the umbrella. Jiang Jiang screamed, huddled on the ground and finished her intention loudly.

The instructor snorted coldly: "Don't fucking think about doing this to avoid training! Even if she is about to die today! She still has to finish today's training for me!"

Jiang Jiang clung to the ground, her fingernails cracked. She turned her head and stared at the instructor angrily, yelling loudly: "What kind of training! You are just a bunch of sadists! A bunch of idiots!"

The instructor's expression changed instantly. When the "colleagues" around him saw that he couldn't train the students, they laughed and teased him, and even provoked him a few words from time to time. They felt that they were driven crazy by the instructor who had lost face.

"Made gives you a face, right? Let's see how tough your mouth is!"

The whip flew towards Jiang Jiang's face mixed with the sound of wind. Not surprisingly, this whip would definitely disfigure Jiang Jiang's face.

Along with the screams of the short-haired girl running towards this side, Jiang Jiang closed his eyes in despair.

Will she be disfigured? Will she go blind?

Jiang Jiang closed his eyes tightly, tears falling down from the corners of his eyes.

The pain did not appear on her body, and the young man's groan of pain could be heard nearby.

Jiang Jiang opened his eyes and saw the young man standing in front of him.

The other person faced her, his face turned pale because he had blocked the whip, and his red lips had lost some of their color.

"Liang, Teacher Liang?"

Jiang Jiang looked at him blankly.

He Ziyun gritted his teeth tightly. He smiled and looked at the girl who was blocked by him, and said warmly: "Today's training is over. You should go back to the dormitory first."

The coach was also startled. He looked at the blood-stained tear on the young man's white shirt, and his rationality returned slightly as he was swallowed by anger: "Liang An? What are you doing?"

Then I saw the backs of the group of boys and girls behind He Ziyun crawling out of the mud pit and running towards the dormitory building.

He was furious, and just as he was about to roar, he saw his "colleagues" surrounding him.

"Teacher Liang, do you have to give us a reason for what happened today?"

The bald instructor, who had been lying on a chair to enjoy the coolness, stood up with a smile and pointed at the group of students who had disappeared, "Today's training has just begun. Are all these students gone?"

The instructor also sighed, "That's right, I didn't hit you on purpose, so don't pick on me."

He Ziyun was very irritated, and his back was sore from being slapped. Omega's skin was originally delicate, and even if he was temporarily blocked from estrus in the live broadcast room, he would not be affected by the pheromones, but his body was still his original body.

Now looking at the people in front of him, He Ziyun didn't even bother to talk nonsense and said directly: "There are distinguished guests visiting at the entrance of the college. The principal said that today is a holiday."

The bald instructor frowned: "Why didn't the principal say anything?"

He Ziyun's expression remained unchanged: "It came suddenly, and the principal just received the news."

This is also thanks to the mobile phone in the small two-story building.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several instructors changed. They looked at each other for a few times and ran away in a hurry.

He Ziyun guessed that they went to change clothes.

After all, when guests come to visit the academy, they can't wear a vest, right? It doesn’t look good either.

After the people left, He Ziyun slowly walked to one of the sun umbrellas and sat down, bending down and rubbing his injured ankle.

Omega has good skin, and the skin on his ankles is also delicate and fair, which leads to shocking redness and swelling at the sprained area. The top of the sprain is even broken and bleeding.

Not to mention that He Ziyun was whipped on the back at this moment, which made matters worse.

[Anchor He Ziyun has completed the side mission: Liang An’s eagerness (blocking the whip swung at the students)]

He Ziyun lowered his eyelids and rubbed his injured ankle with his hands.

Liang An is indeed a good teacher, as can be seen from the fact that he can block the knife for his students, and he is even so eager that he can throw him flat on the ground.

He Ziyun was a little tired. He didn't really want to take on such a savior-like mission, but judging from his experience of watching live broadcasts, the rewards for side missions were also very rich, so the risk was not unreasonable to try.

He Ziyun lowered his eyes and thought, as if he heard subtle footsteps coming from behind him.

Until the sound of "Teacher Liang" sounded.

He Ziyun raised his head as if he was frightened, and happened to see the boy coming out from behind.

It's Zhou Zeng.