Military training for freshn is conducted by class units, lined up and ready to be inspected.
The school leaders began their speeches as Li Zhiyuan turned to the first page of his book.
By the ti he finished the book, the vice-principals were still not done speaking.
Fortunately, Li Zhiyuan ca prepared with two books.
But it turned out that he underestimated the leaders’ strong desire to express themselves.
When he finished the second book, the last vice-principal had just finished speaking, but there were still more leaders, directors, and representatives of excellent teachers to follow.
Just the opening part "In this season of crisp breezes and fragrant osmanthus, we gather together..."
Every leader, with different words, repeatedly praised autumn again and again.
Finally, the inspection started, and each class passed under the podium in formation, displaying their military training achievents and spirit.
Li Zhiyuan was here because Tan Wenbin was also in the formation.
Tan Wenbin only participated in the initial military training and then kept taking leaves as Lin Shuyou, who was constantly injured, continually wrote leave requests for him.
Every ti, the instructor would check the dical room, confirming the injuries and could only sigh at this child’s misfortune for falling from the dormitory building twice since the beginning of school.
Tan Wenbin thought he would not need to participate without proper training and cohesion, as joining the formation could disrupt the rhythm, affecting the class’s score.
However, the new instructor was a very thoughtful person and insisted that Tan Wenbin join the final inspection.
Moreover, after discussing with the instructor, the new instructor placed Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou in the front of the queue, even the class flag bearer had to stand behind them.
Tan Wenbin was asked to hold up a certificate of recognition issued by the police.
Lin Shuyou, whose body was almost fine, was instructed by the new instructor to wrap so bandages again and handed him a cane to walk with.
Initially, the new instructor intended to give him two canes, but Lin Shuyou moved too swiftly, looking vigorous, so one cane was removed, making him appear resilient despite physical challenges.
The class’s slogan was also interesting, not the usual "One class, extraordinary forever!"
Instead, it was: "Care for classmates, help each other; righteous and courageous, social responsibility."
Not rhyming.
But with a real story behind it, rhyming or not is secondary.
This was actually cheating.
And unsurprisingly, this class got first place in the military training review.
Other classes and instructors were enviously gnashing their teeth but were helpless; also, due to the involvent in a child trafficking case, the moral pressure was high, and it wouldn’t look good to express their jealousy publicly.
The instructors could accept this better, understanding that sotis, even if trained well, the "rit" sotis just belongs to the person; it’s fate, sotis inenviable.
After the inspection, the classes returned to their previous positions.
The school leaders began their speeches again, and the phrase echoed over the playground:
"In this season of crisp breezes, fragrant osmanthus..."
The instructors took this opportunity to line up in the back, run away, and silently bid farewell.
Li Zhiyuan also picked up the book from the ground, didn’t go back to the dorm but went to the classroom.
There was going to be a formal class eting soon.
He entered the classroom first, sitting in the last row, by the window corner.
The classmates, still in their military uniforms, ca in and took their seats, not recognizing Li Zhiyuan and he did not recognize them; many were surprised, wondering why a young boy was sitting there.
Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou entered one after the other, Tan Wenbin directly sitting next to Li Zhiyuan, Lin Shuyou tried to squeeze in but was gestured by Tan Wenbin to sit in the front row.
"Brother Binbin, can I ditch this cane now?"
"Better use it for a couple more days, dropping it now might make people talk."
"Oh, alright."
"And why ditch it? It’s not like it’s bought with money. You could stand at the school store entrance shouting ’selling canes, selling canes’."
"But what if no one has injuries to their legs?"
"This cane doesn’t necessarily need to be sold to those with injuries; it can also be sold to those who are not so bright."
The new instructor nad Wu Hong entered; he was very young, not tall, and quite plump with a round face and small eyes that, though not greasy, exuded a sharp cleverness.
The students in the class affectionately referred to him as "Fatty Wu," a na he had requested himself.
As he walked in, the calls of "Fatty Wu" filled the room; he smiled and waved, his eyes scanning everyone’s faces.
Li Zhiyuan could tell; he was ntally recording the situation.
Those who called "Fatty Wu" were likely out of luck with scholarships and class committee positions.
And those few who insisted on calling him "instructor" or "Mr. Wu" stood out instantly.
Tan Wenbin did not shout but took a book from Li Zhiyuan and began reading intently.
The class eting started, not by voting for a class monitor, the current trend, but by direct appointnt:
"Next, Tan Wenbin will be our class monitor, please applaud to welco him!"
The whole class clapped, with Lin Shuyou clapping most enthusiastically.
It didn’t really need a vote; which other class could boast a hero who had contributed to fighting a child-trafficking gang at the start of the term?
Tan Wenbin, just lifting his head from the world of ’Corpse’, looked baffled: What, I’m the class monitor now?
After the class eting, the new class monitor, Tan Wenbin, called out before the students left:
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