Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

A moment later, a group of six from Dormitory 2B, holding cups filled with hot water, followed the crowd of freshmen into the school football field.

There are many freshmen, and some of them are undergoing military training in the basketball court next door.

When it was 1:30 in the afternoon, Qin Jian came over with an instructor.

The instructor's rank was platoon leader. He had a dark complexion, a strong build, and was about 1.7 meters tall.

He stood in front of the team, his posture straight and his expression serious. After completing a standard salute, he loudly introduced himself to the students: "Hello, students. My last name is Li. You can call me Lao Li or Instructor Li.

In the next 15 days, I will work together with you to complete the military training mission."

His words revealed determination and enthusiasm, making every student present feel a little nervous.

Qin Jian said a few words and then left. It was impossible for him to stay there to accompany the students in the sun, so he would only come over occasionally to take a look.

Following Instructor Li's instructions, dozens of students in the class lined up in neat rows according to their height.

After a period of hard work, the team was finally arranged.

There are 45 people in the class, including 10 girls, who are arranged in five rows.

Because of his outstanding height, Hao Qiang stood in the last row.

Not long after, the instructor's harsh criticism began to be heard from other teams on the playground.

Under the scorching sun, everyone's forehead was soon covered with sweat, and the initial passion disappeared in an instant.

Those seniors who sit in the classroom with fans on during class still complain that the weather is not hot enough.

Instructor Li's criticisms continued to emanate from the Electronic Science and Technology major's first squad:

"Left, left, not right!"

"What's wrong with you? You can't tell left from right, ah!"

"Oh my god, how did you get into CUHK? You can't even tell left from right!"

Instructor Li’s words made some students feel ashamed and helpless.

There was something wrong with Hao Qiang's standing posture, so Instructor Li pushed him. Seeing that he straightened his chest, Instructor Li patted him with satisfaction.

Hao Qiang looked at him and said: Brother, you are not G, are you?

Liu Yang, who was ahead of Hao Qiang, performed very poorly in the straight-walking training.

The instructor couldn't stand his performance anymore, so he found two sticks and forced him to march in step.

However, without the stick to pull him, Liu Yang was like a rocking gourd and couldn't move.

Seeing this scene, the students in the square couldn't help but laugh.

Liu Yang is usually quite proud, but he behaved so poorly during military training. Facing the instructor's criticism, he was like a deflated ball, embarrassed and humiliated.

"Are you out of your mind? You can't even walk properly! Is it really that difficult?"

Instructor Li couldn't stand it anymore. His face was full of worry and he kept patting his forehead.

I have been leading military training for two years, but I never expected that there would be such a student in my team.

Fortunately, after struggling for more than ten minutes, he finally got it working.

After another ten minutes, the queue dispersed and then gathered again, and the students found their seats.

However, many instructions still cannot be completed correctly.

Instructor Li looked at the group of students in front of him, who were sweating profusely and whose shirts were soaked. They were well behaved after being trained by him, and he felt very satisfied.

He even wished the weather would get hotter, and shouted, "Is it hot?"

“yeah!”

"re!"

Although the students' voices were loud, one voice seemed particularly abrupt.

Instructor Li's ears immediately caught the discordant voice. It was a student from Guangdong Province, Zhou Kai.

There are many people from Guangdong Province in this class. Some of them have a heavy accent when speaking Mandarin and cannot pronounce "热" correctly.

During the break of the second round, Hao Qiang felt that the sunscreen on his face had been diluted by sweat. He applied it several times, but it probably had no effect.

He took out 20 yuan from his pocket, threw it to Fei Yang, and told him to go to the store outside the playground to buy some popsicles to cool down.

"Okay, Uncle Qiang!" Fei Yang laughed, took the money without hesitation, and then quickly ran towards the store.

Not long after, he came back panting, holding a bag of popsicles in one hand and an unwrapped popsicle in the other.

Hao Qiang took a popsicle and signaled Fei Yang to share the rest with others.

However, Fei Yang ran to the girls and distributed the popsicles to them.

Hao Qiang's roommates didn't get a single popsicle, and Liu Yang didn't even touch one. He couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, that's too much! You're forgetting your friends for the sake of beauty!"

Li Yun, who was always gentle, couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, I have to give him a good beating when I get back."

The girls just happened to get popsicles, and they started laughing and chatting with Fei Yang.

After a while, the bastard came back and the boys all looked down on him.

Fei Yang explained with a chuckle, "There aren't many popsicles. If I share them among you, some of you will definitely not get any. Those who don't get any will definitely blame me."

"Get lost. You have so many excuses." Liu Yang rolled his eyes.

After a break of about ten minutes, the military training continued.

It was not until after five o'clock in the afternoon that this afternoon's arduous military training came to an end.

The freshmen felt relieved and rubbed their sore feet.

However, after dinner, the military training continued at 6:30 in the evening and did not end until 9:00 in the evening.

This schedule lasted for five or six days. During this period, in addition to standing at attention and marching in formation, an hour or two was spent teaching how to fold quilts.

Although the process is boring, the effect is significant and we can now march in formation in a proper manner.

The instructors finally breathed a sigh of relief and let the students perform during the break.

This is also a requirement put forward by the school, which aims to encourage students to express themselves bravely, and it is also a way to improve their eloquence.

The school student union prepared a lot of audio equipment and placed it in the center of the playground.

During breaks, students are free to perform their talents.

The end of military training is the talent show!

Many students prepared their own talent props, and during the break, they performed martial arts, played the trumpet song "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", and played yo-yo. There were also girls wearing the cutest twin ponytails and throwing the most powerful punches.

During these eight days, there were not many talent shows by Class 1 of the Electronic Science and Technology major. No one took the initiative, and Instructor Li would directly ask people to participate every time.

Instructor Li couldn't remember the entire class, but he still remembered a few of the more active ones, or the ones who left the most lasting impressions. Looking at the students sitting on the lawn to rest, he instantly found the student who was chatting the loudest:

"Student Fei, step out!"

"Instructor, I don't have any talent." Fei Yang was frightened when he heard the instructor calling him.

Instructor Li chuckled and said, "I see you're pretty good at this. If you don't have any talent, a joke will do. Man, be straightforward."

Fei Yang reluctantly stood up from the lawn, walked in front of his classmates, and finally stammered, "I feel like I'm a joke if I come here."

Finally, he left after making his classmates laugh.

After Fei Yang made a fool of himself, other students also dared to stand up and perform.

Li Yunfeng took his guitar to the stage and sang "Childhood" while playing it. He sang quite well, at an above-average amateur level, and could score 75 points. The classmates applauded enthusiastically, which attracted students from other classes to come and watch.

After he came down, Instructor Li called the girls out of the line and the beautiful girl in the class, Zhang Li, came on stage.

She stood in front of the team, tossed her short hair, smiled brightly and lively, and said shyly, "I'll dance. I won't dance well, but please don't laugh at me."

"Good! Everyone applaud!"

When the boys heard that they had to dance, their eyes lit up and they shouted.

Amidst the applause of many classmates, Zhang Li performed a classical dance.

They danced with light steps, like blooming flowers. Their movements were not smooth, but thanks to their good looks, they looked quite elegant. Every turn and every jump were full of rhythm and beauty.

After the performance, there was thunderous applause.

More and more students from other classes gathered around, hundreds of people in total.

Hao Qiang sat on the lawn, watching his classmates perform passionately, admiring their talent and vitality, and couldn't help but feel that this was the college life he longed for.

He stood up and wanted to brush off the dirt on his butt before sitting down again, but his classmates and instructor misunderstood him, because everyone was sitting down to rest after all.

Seeing this, the instructor mistakenly thought Hao Qiang was going to perform as well, so he applauded and shouted, "Everyone welcome Hao Qiang!"

"Uh... well!"

The students' active performance also touched Hao Qiang's hidden nerves, and there was no need to hide it.

Hao Qiang was also straightforward. He walked to the center of the circle formed by the crowd, his face filled with a confident smile, and said modestly: "The students just performed very well. Let me do a street dance. If I don't dance well, please don't make fun of me in college."

When the students heard it was hip-hop dance, they were a little surprised. The roommates in dormitory 2b were also a little confused, and asked each other, "Can Hao Qiang do hip-hop dance?

I’ve never heard of it!”

Everyone shook their heads, but no matter what, they still applauded enthusiastically.

"Hao Qiang, come on!"

"Master Qiang, come on!"

The roommates sitting on the lawn shouted the loudest, and everyone was curious about what kind of street dance he was going to perform!

Hao Qiang smiled confidently, moved his wrists, twisted his waist and buttocks, then stretched out his legs and did a series of stretching exercises.

But his slow movements caused the surrounding students to burst into laughter, and some whispered:

"That's it?"

"Isn't this just stretching before running?"

There was no laughing, but everyone was amused. At least they dared to go up and perform.

The five roommates in the six-person group in dormitory 2B felt a little embarrassed, and Li Yunfeng planned to go up and sing to save the situation.

After Hao Qiang finished the simple activity, he said, "Warm-up is over!"

As soon as these words came out, the students all showed curious expressions, and couldn't help but wonder: "So it's a warm-up!"