"Zuzi, are you wearing a skirt? How did I not notice earlier? We’re in big trouble now..."
"Dood, we’re definitely dood! Sis, I’ll cover you, quick... take it off!"
Wu Qianman and Xi Rubao were extrely anxious, terrified that soone would report Zuzi and get her punished, which would be exactly what those Chu Qiaoen people wanted.
Zuzi blinked: "Huh, the Ancestor can’t wear a skirt?"
"Yeah, Ancestor Sister, it’s not appropriate for this occasion!"
"Zuzi... it’s too late!"
As the odd comnts from so students at the dical College attracted the instructor over, Wu Qianman and Xi Rubao were even more frantic.
What could they do to cover Zuzi’s white skirt in one second?
Just as their hearts were tightly clenched, the young instructor marched over to them and asked with a frown, "What’s the problem this ti?!"
"This girl is training in civilian clothes!"
"My sister didn’t do it on purpose!"
The voices from both sides almost chid in unison.
The instructor glanced around speechlessly: "What civilian clothes? You’re blatantly lying, now line up properly!"
Everyone looked back.
Sure enough, the long skirt piece that hung below Zuzi’s top was now gone without a trace, and she was neatly wearing a full training uniform, well-fitted and clean.
Everyone: "..."
Amazing, an instant change, how did she do it!
Xi Rubao and Wu Qianman breathed a sigh of relief, justifying with assurance: "What are you looking at? The instructor told you to line up! Besides being blind, do you not have ears either?"
Everyone: "..." Feeling sullen and frustrated.
At this mont,
Zuzi was lazily strumming her nails, while the little crow on her skirt edge proudly craned its neck: "The Ancestor uses a little eye-blocking technique, and these mortals make a big deal out of it, tsk tsk."
Due to the nurous issues with the girls from the dical College affecting discipline too much, Instructor Yan, who was having his back burn bandaged at the hospital, relayed a ssage for Instructor Liu, who was covering for him, to train them in the horse stance.
The news was t with groans from everyone.
Who doesn’t know that the horse stance is one of the most painful training exercises?
It’s even tougher and more exhausting than standing at attention!
Knees bent at an angle without moving, in just a few minutes the knees feel like they’re no longer your own.
Even if you made them run ten laps around the field, it would be more comfortable than the horse stance.
But orders are orders, and no matter how they groaned, the girls had to obediently carry out the training tasks.
So they watched enviously as the neighboring team, with instructors who were kind and considerate, found a shady spot under a tree for everyone to sit down, claiming to motivate them with speeches, but actually telling jokes and funny stories that had the students laughing in waves.
Envy!
In contrast, there they were painfully enduring the horse stance while being constantly criticized by the instructor:
"Your knees aren’t bent enough! Bend down more!"
"Are you in a horse stance or squatting over a toilet?"
"And you, X hip up a bit! Show so spirit, I didn’t tell you to pass gas!"
The individuals getting reprimanded were exactly those who had been the most sarcastic earlier, now covertly glancing in Zuzi’s direction, pouring all their resentnt onto her!
Then.
They were astonished to find Zuzi performing the horse stance with utter ease!
It looked effortless, as if she was sitting on a peach branch, leisurely ditating atop a peach tree.
Infuriating!
Yet there was sothing even more infuriating.
Soon after starting the horse stance, a handso doctor dressed in a white coat ca jogging from afar, shouting from quite a distance: "Oh dear, in such hot weather, basking like this can easily lead to heatstroke!"
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