I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Although Zhuang Wenyao has set a lofty ambition, but if he wants to look up at the starry sky, he must be down-to-earth.Currently, the first test he faces is military training.

The afternoon was even hotter than the morning, and the reptiles in the corner were roasted so that their limbs curled up.

The recruits trained on the playground were not much better. Rows of them were stuck like stakes, motionless and gasping.

Zhuang Wenyao led the team as the squad leader, stood outside the queue, and played "44 Wooden Figures" face to face with 123 classmates in the class. No one dared to move, otherwise they would be kicked by the instructor.

Because standing in the military posture was very boring, Zhuang Wenyao could only move his eyes freely. He scanned the faces of each student with different expressions, and found that Zhang Rui, who was standing in the first row, looked a little ugly.

He was already white, with thin skin and tender flesh, but he looked even paler in the sun. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and some of it got into his eyes, but he didn't dare to wipe them, so he closed his eyes tightly.I don't know whether it was killed by sweat or uncomfortably hot, I frowned tightly, looking very painful.

Zhuang Wenyao was a little worried, thinking that he must need a rest now, so he quietly turned his eyes to the direction of the instructor, and moved his lips slightly: "Instructor, how long do you have to stand?"

"Why, it's only been less than 15 minutes, and you can't hold on anymore?" The instructor frowned, dissatisfied with his behavior of speaking without authorization, and was about to emphasize the discipline of the troops, when a figure in the neat queue flickered and fell backwards go down.

"Zhang Rui!" Zhang Ye who was standing behind him reacted quickly and caught him, only to see that his face was bloodless, his back was wet with sweat, but his palms were cold.

Seeing this, the surrounding students all rioted.

"Don't panic!" The coach ordered, pointing at Zhang Yeran, "You, take him to the infirmary, and the other students stand still!"

Zhuang Wenyao was still not at ease: "How about I help?"

"No, I can do it!" Zhang Yeran held Zhang Rui tightly, picked him up on his back, and ran joltingly.

"Slow down, don't make people uncomfortable!"

Hearing Zhuang Wenyao's shout, Zhang Yeran slowed down as expected, but his pace was still hurried.

Zhuang Wenyao looked at the backs of the two, and sighed softly: This kind of practice is really hard.

"Why are you sighing?" The instructor's stern tone sounded again, "Since you choose to apply for the aviation class, you must be prepared to endure hardships! Whether it is psychologically or physically! Squad leader, please tell this classmate when you go back, don't think you passed It’s just the beginning! If you don’t have the will and stamina, you can’t be a pilot!” Said it was passed on to Zhang Rui, but eagle-like eyes swept across the faces of every student: it’s for everyone warn.

"Yes!" Zhuang Wenyao straightened his body again and entered the stance mode.

But soon everyone was freed from the pain of standing in a military posture, because the training progress had to be rushed.

On the last night of military training, there was a welcome party. Each class had to put on a show. The school arranged for the aviation class to play a set of military boxing together. Therefore, they not only had to complete the routine training tasks, but also had to master them flawlessly. A set of punches.

So in the next few days, the boys' shouts and shouts echoed all the time on the playground.

The training intensity is really high, the students are so tired every day, they go to bed whenever they have the chance, and fall asleep when they fall asleep.But you must be able to afford it when you arrive, otherwise, you can imagine the consequences of being late just by looking at the instructor's face.

This day's lunch break was over, because of yesterday's lessons learned, Zhang Rui pinched his nose and poured two bottles of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water before leaving the door.

"If you feel uncomfortable, raise your hand and report," Zhuang Wenyao told him, "or give me a signal, and I'll tell the instructor." He didn't relay what the instructor said to Zhang Rui yesterday, feeling that it was a bit too cruel and shocking for him.

Zhang Rui wrinkled his face from the bitterness of the potion, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and then resumed his usual sunny smile: "It's okay, I will definitely not faint today!"

The energetic and high-spirited attitude encouraged everyone. The four boys left the dormitory together and heard a buzzing sound when they passed the public water room.

In addition to the sink and toilet, there are two washing machines and hair dryers in the water room on each floor of the dormitory building. Yuan Jiawei is drying his hair, and the sound can be heard on the whole floor.

"Brother Wei, what are you doing?" Zhang Yeran shouted at him at the top of his voice.

"Blow your head, are you blind?" Yuan Jiawei fiddled with his hair intently, and gave him a blank look like a fool.

Zhang Yeran looked puzzled: "No, it's almost time to assemble, why wash your hair at this time?"

"Don't worry about it, let's go." Yuan Jiawei didn't even look at him.

"This kid is really good..." Zhang Yeran turned around and left without bothering to talk to him.

Before Zhuang Wenyao caught up with him, he did not forget to remind Yuan Jiawei: "Hurry up a little bit, don't miss the meeting point."

"understood."

……

In the end, Yuan Jiawei was late as expected, and the missing person in the queue didn't even have to think about who it was.

When he appeared in front of everyone wearing a flamboyant airplane head, the whole class suppressed laughter, and the students in Class 2 also looked sideways.

Zhang Yeran and the others looked at the joke, but Zhuang Wenyao nervously observed the coach's face: being late was not just his fault, it also affected their entire Class 1!

The coach looked livid: "Explain, explain."

Yuan Jiawei scratched his head uncomfortably: "I blow my head..."

Zhuang Wenyao was speechless: He said that diarrhea is also okay!Isn't this scolding!

"I don't care what your reason is!" The instructor suddenly raised his voice and roared aggressively, "Do you know what this is? If you are late for the battlefield, it is called a missed opportunity! How many comrades may die because of this, can you bear the consequences? !"

All are silent.

"Blowing your head..." He seemed to have heard some big joke, and sneered, "On the battlefield, it would be nice if you could keep your head. How about blowing your head?"

The instructor paced in front of Yuan Jiawei, and everyone dared not breathe.

"Little comrade, let me give you a word: face is born by parents, face is earned by yourself! Let's be listed."

"Yes……"

Yuan Jiawei is a very face-saving person, his face was reddened by the instructor's words, and his whole body was numb.Although he did not receive any corporal punishment, for him, there was indeed no heavier punishment than this.

Before the training starts, it is customary to stand in a military posture.

Today, because of what the instructor said before the start, everyone became very obedient, standing motionless, with a different expression from yesterday, with a little more determination.

The instructor glanced back and forth at everyone, and when he saw Zhang Rui, he walked over.

Zhuang Wenyao's heart tightened: What is the instructor going to say?

Zhang Rui caught a glimpse of the instructor's figure approaching from the corner of his eye, and his heart was pounding with nervousness, but he forced himself to keep his eyes fixed and motionless.

The instructor nodded in satisfaction, suppressed his throat, and said in a low and muffled voice: "Seeing that you fell backward yesterday, did you stand on your heels?"

Suddenly straightened up with a "snap", and stomped the ground with his right foot: "Put the center on the sole of the forefoot, don't use the heel to force, or you will easily get dizzy."

Zhang Rui thought the instructor was here to scold him, but the development was unexpected, so he said "yes" a little flattered, and then stood up like the instructor, leaning forward a little, and it really felt a lot more comfortable.

Zhuang Wenyao finally felt relieved.Although I don't know why, the instructor seems to be in a good mood?

……

After training in the afternoon, the instructor informed everyone that there will be activities in the evening. After dinner, we will gather and lead the team to the auditorium of the art building.

What specific activities?Seniors' report.

This is a common practice in every session of the No. [-] Middle School. Excellent seniors and sisters give reports to the freshmen, so that the freshmen can learn more about the situation of No. [-] Middle School and integrate into high school life faster.

When it was time to eat, the cafeteria exploded.

"I heard that senior sister Xi Yue and senior Lu Zhiheng will go to this event!"

"Then you must grab a front row seat!"

Everyone was extremely excited to feast their eyes on it, but when they arrived at the auditorium, they realized that they were thinking too much. Seats are seated according to class, and airline classes 1 and 2 sit at the back!

"Why, teacher, it's not fair!" Someone has already started to complain to the old class.

The head teacher of Class 1 is Liu Ling, a female mathematics teacher around 30 years old, with a generous and easy-going temper, and she gets along well with the boys in Class 1.

"It's fair. Your eyesight is above 1.0, right? If you don't sit in the back, who will sit in the back?"

Ah, I can't resist it.

Seeing that everyone was still a little unconvinced, Liu Ling said with a smile: "Okay, as long as you can see the big screen. This report is much more meaningful than the school leader's speech. It's not neat, it's all dry stuff! Take notes~"

Everyone said in unison: "Okay—"

"..."

Because the report hadn't started yet, some classes were still arranging seats, and everyone was still standing. The whole auditorium was noisy, filled with the voices of students whispering.

This crisp and uniform "Okay" stunned all the students in the grade department, and they all turned their heads to look behind.

Liu Ling smiled again, and gave the boys a thumbs up: "It's very imposing, it seems that the training is effective!"

"Of course!" Yuan Jiawei brushed his hair angrily, and everyone burst into laughter.

Zhuang Wenyao saw that his hair was really stylish, and it hadn't changed all afternoon, so he reached out and touched it: "You still use hair gel?!"

Yuan Jiawei raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

"Awesome." Zhuang Wenyao had nothing to say.

This kid did it on purpose!Knowing that there will be an event at night, I deliberately tidy up my hair, so that I can perform a peacock in front of the girls in the ordinary class!

Mouth area Mouth area Mouth area.

"Teacher, which seniors are giving the report today? Can you reveal something?" Zhang Yeran asked impatiently.

Liu Ling smiled mysteriously: "Which seniors, you can see for yourself."

Everyone excitedly turned their attention to the podium, and found that it was not the deity present, but the volunteers of the sophomore experimental class had set up the rostrum. There were four gooseneck microphones lined up on it, and the corresponding nameplates were placed in front of it.

Zhang Yeran's eyesight must be 2.0, but he could see from such a long distance: "Xi Yue, Feng Bing, He Mang, and senior Lu Zhiheng!"

"The eyesight is really good." Liu Ling pushed her eyes on the bridge of her nose enviously. "Senior Xi Yue, I don't need to introduce you. The president of the student union, the president of the Model United Nations, and the first in the liberal arts class, you should know something about it."

Everyone looked at each other meaningfully and smiled.

"During the summer vacation, your sister Xi Yue participated in the summer camp of University C of X Country and achieved good results. This report should share relevant information with you."

"University C!" Zhang Rui exclaimed, "That's an Ivy League school..."

Zhang Yeran also gave a thumbs up: "That's awesome!"

Liu Ling continued to introduce: "Feng Bing is the secretary of the general branch of the Communist Youth League and a top student in class 2 of science. This time I will mainly talk about the major activities and club organizations in our school. If you want to live a fulfilling and interesting high school, you should take a closer look. .”

Everyone nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"Senior He Mang is even more powerful. He is in Class 2 of Science, first in grade."

"Eh? How did I hear that Senior Lu Zhiheng is number one?"

Liu Ling pondered for a moment, and said: "Senior Lu Zhiheng is also an elite in the experimental class, but his overall score has always been slightly lower than that of He Mang. But his advantage lies in the physics competition. He won the provincial second prize in the first year of high school. Not much help, but do you guys know what that means?"

It means that he has learned all the physics knowledge in high school in the first year of high school, as well as the content of the competition!

Are you good at physics?Zhuang Wenyao thought, it's not surprising at all, Shiyue has been smart since he was a child!I also like to study physical phenomena and small toys.Well, Lu Zhiheng is Shiyue's evidence has increased again.

"Grip the grass..."

Yuan Jiawei couldn't help sighing, but Liu Ling just glanced at him like a fool, and continued: "In the selection exam for the experimental class of the first year of senior high school and the second year of senior high school, physics has a big competition question. Although He Mang's answer is not bad , but after all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and it is a pity that Lu Zhiheng was defeated. This is also the first time that He Mang has failed to defend his title, and it is also the only time that Lu Zhiheng, the 'second in a thousand years', has ascended to the throne."

The love and hatred of the top students is really wonderful. The students listened so engrossed that they were speechless and sighed again and again.

"So this time, He Mang and Lu Zhiheng should be able to talk about learning methods and competition-related issues." Liu Ling spoke dryly, sat down next to Zhuang Wenyao, and drank a sip of water, "This senior report meeting , can be called the strongest lineup in the second year of high school, with a collection of arts and science champions, organization cadres, competition masters, and a gathering of talents. You freshmen are so blessed, don't patronize and watch, you have to listen carefully!"

As soon as the words fell, the chaotic auditorium suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at the podium reflexively, only to see four seniors and senior sisters stepping neatly and quietly entering the stage, taking their seats one by one.

They were all dressed in decent formal school uniforms, sitting upright, with a superb temperament.

There was a tidal wave of applause from the audience.