Star Rebirth: Kidnapping the Crazy Boss

Afterwards, Xiong Lin, a man as big as a hill, actually started dancing in circles on the training ground.

His eyes were blurred and intoxicated, and it was obvious that he was enjoying it.

The training ground of Class 9 was deathly silent. Things changed so quickly that no one could react.

Their instructor seemed quite capable, but Xiong Lin's dancing was funny and his singing was a bit unpleasant.

A petite girl in the front row said excitedly, her eyes sparkling, "Instructor Tang is a psychic. That giant black snake just now was the manifestation of his psychic powers. How impressive!"

As soon as the girl said this, the students in Class 9 all cheered up.

Psychic abilities are rare to begin with, and cultivating them to the point where they can be materialized is even more difficult. And judging from Instructor Tang's performance just now, materialization seems like a piece of cake for him.

Kong Yu still remembered that among the people sent by the Kong family to attack him last time, there was a psychic, but he seemed to be very reluctant to use his supernatural powers, and a rebound of the protective shield could make him unconscious.

"Okay, training begins!"

Now, no one dared to whisper about wanting to change the instructor.

During the whole day, everyone was exposed to the continuous extreme cold. By the afternoon, Kong Yu felt exhausted and dizzy.

Everyone in Class Nine, except for the fire-type ability user, is like this.

Of course, the one who suffered the most was not them, but Xiong Lin, who had been singing and dancing on the training ground all day.

At first, everyone felt sorry for Xiong Lin and based on the idea that classmates should help each other, someone in 423 asked Instructor Tang for mercy.

But the other party gave him a half-smile and said, "You can let him go, but instructor, I want to enjoy the singing and dancing today. How about you go up and take his place?"

Now, who would dare to plead for Xiong Lin?

I would rather die than have my friend die. From this perspective, Xiong Lin’s dancing is pretty good, and even his tune-deaf singing is somewhat pleasant to the ear.

As Instructor Tang smiled and said goodbye to everyone tomorrow, Xiong Lin finally stopped and then fell to the ground exhausted.

Kong Yu and Xu Zhou lay face to face on the ground. Their first day at the Flame Military Academy was an unforgettable experience for them.

But compared to the unlucky guy Xiong Lin, they didn't feel so bad.

The people from Class 423 supported each other as they left the training ground. Xiong Lin was carried off by several people from Dormitory . He had been jumping around all day, but now his whole body was stiff, his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak at all.

Freshmen from other classes saw the appearance of the students in Class 9 and came up to ask curiously. Only then did they know that only Class 9 had conducted cold-resistance training today.

A student from Class 6 touched his aching buttocks and said, "Our instructor said that military training should be gradual, starting with standing at attention."

He would never tell anyone else that Instructor Liz had turned the ordinary military posture into something special. If they weren't careful, they would be kicked against the wall and wouldn't be able to tear themselves off!

Woo woo woo, he regretted it. Can he change the instructor of Class 9?

There were no secrets among the students. Before the evening, the news of what happened during the day's military training had spread among the freshmen. The few remaining students went to Room 423 together. The eldest brother, Xiong Lin, was curled up in bed, hugging the quilt and sobbing...

Jin Cheng suppressed his laughter and walked over to pat Xiong Lin on the shoulder: "Okay, brother, we are all family, no one will laugh at you."

Meanwhile, Xiong Lin's roommate, Zhao Xuan, was also trying hard to stifle a laugh as he explained, "I don't know who was so wicked as to post the video of Xiong Lin dancing today on the intranet. Now almost everyone in the school has seen it."

“Wuwuwuwu, wuwuwuwu…”

Xiong Lin was speechless and could only sob out of grief.

Everyone was really shocked this time. They took out their laptops and logged into the campus intranet. Sure enough, Xiong Lin's video was clearly displayed on the homepage, with the number of likes topping the list.

"Haha, I bet this must be Instructor Tang's student!"

"It's okay, brother. We all understand you. Just let it go!"

......

The remaining few people looked at each other. It seemed that Instructor Tang was very famous in the Lieyan Military Academy. Xiong Lin had hit a wall this time.

It was obvious that the people in the front row were all seniors. A freshman asked, "Why is there a video of freshman military training on the intranet?"

Immediately, an enthusiastic senior explained:

During the military training of the freshmen at the Lieyan Military Academy, the school newspaper's monitors would fly back and forth, recording some interesting scenes. Some would be edited and put on the intranet, while others would be kept and played on a loop for every highlight moment of the students on campus.

Everyone looked at Xiong Lin with sympathy again. Taishe was dead.

Fortunately, after Xiong Lin read the comments from his seniors, he saw that everyone was comforting him, and his mood gradually improved.

By night, the aftereffects of the day's cold-resistance training began to show.

After taking a shower, Kong Yu felt dizzy and shivered from time to time. There were two blushes on his fair face.

In the dormitory, apart from Lu Feng, Jin Cheng and Xu Zhou were also not spared. They sneezed one after another and Kong Yu knew that they had a cold.

The infirmary for colds will not open the medical cabin, so you can only rely on your physical strength to get through it.

Jin Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed with the quilt wrapped around him. There were tissues in front of him for wiping his nose. He was ordering Lu Feng to pour him some water, and he didn't forget to complain.

"Woo woo, I'm a level three psychic after all, and I actually caught a cold. Where's justice!"

Xu Zhou huddled in his quilt listlessly: "Stop talking. With this level of strength, even a level 5 psychic would be defeated. Just hang in there and you'll be fine once you get used to it."

Kong Yu was thinking about the remaining ginger in his space button and was wondering whether he should share some with everyone.

There was a regular knock on the door. Lu Feng, the only person in dormitory 422 who was not affected, hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Lu Feng stuttered, "Tang, Instructor Tang..."

No one expected that Instructor Tang would come to the freshman dormitory at this time. Could he be here to do some extra training?

Before anyone could figure it out, Instructor Tang waved his hand, and a cup of water with a spicy smell appeared in front of everyone.

"Don't say the instructor doesn't think about you. This is a new and exciting thing developed by the military. Drink it and go to bed early. See you tomorrow."

Instructor Tang still had that smiling face. After saying these words, he turned around and knocked on the door of Room 423.

"Poisoned?"

Jincheng stuffed tissues in his nostrils and spoke in a muffled voice.

Kong Yu was the first to pick up the water cup. After the beating he had received during training, he didn't care that there might be aphid syrup added to it, and drank it down in one gulp.

A warmth rose from my abdomen, and my blocked nose immediately felt relieved.

Then he raised his empty cup towards them and said, "Good stuff, drink it!"

Jincheng was the first to raise his glass and gulp down the ginger water.

"What is this? Why is it so spicy? But it tastes quite good when I drink it!"

Xu Zhou and Lu Feng also drank their cups.