Probably because of the addition of chicken legs, the girls held their heads high and were full of energy. Whether they were standing, squatting, standing at attention, turning left and right, standing astride, squatting and standing, they all learned in style.
Wu Gong put down his work and rushed to the playground to watch, focusing on Lin Baiyao and Yu Wenyi. He found that the two not only trained hard, but also cared about their classmates very much.
During the breaks, I worked tirelessly to cooperate with the instructors, arouse everyone's emotions, sing, play songs, and play games to keep the atmosphere lively.
Instructor Zhang also performed his duties conscientiously. Although he was as strict as ever and didn't smile much, he didn't seem to have any opinions about the class and his classmates.
Well, he was even encouraged by Lin Baiyao to sing a song: Sister Tian is your mother...
Sorry, I heard it wrong, it was "Unity is Strength"!
Instructor Zhang spoke with a hint of dialect and spoke like a king: "Sister Tian is your mother, Sister Tian is your mother, your mother is iron, your mother is strong..."
The classmates burst into laughter, and several girls in the front row laughed so hard that they fell directly on top of the boys in the back row.
Yang Haichao sat back, next to Lin Baiyao, with his neck stretched out, and tears of envy flowed from the corners of his mouth. If Lin Baiyao hadn't pulled him, he would have almost changed seats with Fan Xibai in front of him.
Instructor Zhang felt nervous when he heard the laughter. He immediately raised his voice and sang: "...harder than dad, stronger than dad..."
It was over now, everyone laughed even harder, some people rolled to the ground holding their stomachs, and even the dark-faced Takemiya next to him couldn't help laughing.
Lin Baiyao was actually okay. After all, he had been severely beaten by later generations of Internet jokesters. A social idiot of this level could not even smile. He was just infected by the atmosphere of the scene and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
What he didn't expect was that Yang Haichao was suddenly possessed by Holmes and said: "It's not normal, it's not normal! Sister Tian is his mother, and she turns out to be tougher than his father. This is the rhythm of his father and mother fighting bayonets together... Instructor Zhang
He openly preaches unspeakable things, and if he is reported, he will have to go back to the army and be detained..."
The defense is broken.
Lin Baiyao took a puff and sprayed Yang Haichao's face with saliva.
Several boys nearby who heard it also burst into laughter.
Yang Haichao spread his hands and said confusedly: "Brother, if women are made of water, you are the drainage channel..."
"Stop talking nonsense and listen to the music!"
When the instructor finished singing, the applause lasted for a long time, and everyone shouted for another one.
Seeing that the morale was good, the instructor came up with an idea and said: "Everyone is here, stand up, turn back, and walk together!"
Seeing that the situation was not as bad as Liu Yunxin described, Wugong left the stadium and returned to the office to work, thinking about the work at hand.
…
Under the leadership of instructor Zhang, the whole class walked through the School of Statistics and Mathematics, the School of Journalism and Cultural Communication, the School of Finance and Taxation, and the School of Foreign Languages. They really crossed the mountains and the sea and arrived at the site of the School of Philosophy in the northeast corner.
The School of Philosophy is divided into three departments, the Department of Philosophy, the Department of Sociology and the Department of International Politics.
Among them, the Department of Philosophy is even worse than the Department of Economics, with only one class of thirty-one students, 19 boys and 12 girls, with a ratio of 1.6:1.
This ratio would probably make a boy smile crookedly in an engineering school, but in the University of Finance and Economics, it is so poor that he would be embarrassed to say hello to other departments when he goes out.
Naturally, Lin Baiyao met Ye Sushang again.
He was also a little speechless. He reported yesterday and met with Yesu Shang four times in just two days during today's military training.
The school is so big and there are so many freshmen, which is a bit exaggerated.
Is it inevitable beyond chance?
Is it a coincidence or an omen?
No matter what, let's take care of him as soon as he comes!
Instructor Zhang and Instructor He from the Philosophy Department are close friends. Instructor He is short and thin, and speaks very loudly, so Instructor Zhang nicknames him "Little Snail".
Seeing him leading the first class to challenge, he jumped up on the spot, almost hitting instructor Zhang's knee, as if he had been given a shot of blood, and screamed: "Listen to me, it's today, it's today!"
If you win the first class, I will give you two more hours of rest tomorrow!"
There is no better reward than extra rest time during military training. Although the people in the philosophy class are very talkative, the vastness of the spiritual world cannot resist physical fatigue.
When I heard that two hours could be added, my eyes glowed red, and I turned my head all over, staring at the first class with the hatred of killing my father, or the hatred of taking away my wife.
"Goddess, my goddess..."
Yang Haichao looked at Ye Sushang in despair, and murmured: "Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising as the morning glow; looking at it closely, it is as bright as a flower blooming with green waves. Only today did I know that this poem is really damn good.
Ah, it just speaks to my heart."
Lin Baiyao originally wanted to advise that Ye Sushang was not an ordinary person, but then he thought that Yang Haichao was not an ordinary person either, so let them be.
"Stop and sit down!"
Instructor Zhang issued the command.
There happened to be a row of big trees that shaded the spot where Class 1 was, occupying the terrain. Just as they sat down cross-legged, Instructor He was unprepared. He blew the small conch horn and said loudly: "Class 1, here comes one."
The people in the philosophy class shouted like a tsunami: "Class 1, here comes one!"
Instructor Zhang waved his hand and Class 1 launched a counterattack.
"Zheyi class, here comes one."
"One, two, three, four, five, we had a hard time waiting."
"If you are asked to sing, you will sing. You will be coy and awkward, just like a big girl."
…
The singing session was quite long, and the shouts of others were so loud that their voices were broken. Lin Baiyao fell into a drowsy state. With his state of mind, it was difficult for him to participate in such an activity.
The same lyrics that have remained unchanged for many years, like a coquettish big girl, will be put on the Internet in later generations, and the label of misogyny will be slapped on, and some people will probably be sprayed to the point of being autistic.
In the end, Class 1 couldn't stand it any longer and took the lead in singing "Returning from Target Shooting", followed by Class 1 Zhe also sang "Song One, Two, Three, Four", and it was a no-brainer.
So the two sides agreed on the second game of the match.
Yuzhe's class puts on a show, sings, dances, tells jokes, and can do anything.
Instructor He was confident and directly named Ye Sushang and said: "Ye Sushang, I heard that you can dance, come and perform one for the first class, scare them to death!"
Not only were the boys in Zhe Class 1 cheering and applauding, but damn, the boys in Class 1 also rebelled against the revolution, especially Yang Haichao, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
The seditiousness of beautiful women is similar to the Aleph number, with infinite power!
"Ye Su Shang, come one."
"Ye Su Shang, come one!"
"Ye Sushang, I love...wuwuwu..."
This was Yang Haichao whose mouth was gagged by Lin Baiyao. If he really shouted out the three words "I love you", it would soon become big news in the school.
During military training, a new student confessed in public that he was shameless, and the School of Economics was still shameless.
Ye Sushang knew he couldn't refuse, so he stood up generously, walked to the tree with a canopy, reached out and broke off half of the branches, picked off the leaves, and flicked his wrist.
Like a beautiful and refined Jianghu chivalrous lady, wearing a green shirt, soaring out of the misty rain, sometimes spinning and undulating, sometimes somersaulting back and forth, amidst the changes of light and shadow, she is really as graceful as a giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, elegant and unrestrained, strong and soft.
Together.
The surroundings fell into a pin-dropping silence, and everyone stared at Ye Sushang's figure intently. No one thought that in modern society, they would see such a wonderful sword dance in a university military training stadium.
Is this what Li Taibai said in his poem "Dancing and flicking the long sword, all four people raised their eyebrows"?
Is this still what Bai Letian's poem says: "The white light absorbs the sun and the moon, the purple energy repels the bullfighting"?
Is this what Du Zimei said in a poem: "It comes like thunder and withdraws its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and sea"?
Is this what Shi Shoudao said in his poem "Drunkly reading about military wars and fighting dragons and leopards, drawing swords and dancing among the stars in idleness"?
When the dance is over, calm down and stop.
Ye Sushang was not out of breath or sweating, his cheeks were filled with fresh lychees, and his nose was greasy with goose fat. He bowed to the crowd and returned to the team.
silence.
Then there was thundering applause and cheers.
Instructor Zhang’s face was as dark as water, while Instructor He was smiling happily.
"How about it? One of you will come from the first class? It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. Just admit defeat and leave. We will stand up and say goodbye."
Instructor Zhang turned to look at the students in his class. It was estimated that no one could suppress this sword dance that combined strength and beauty. He was about to admit defeat when he suddenly heard someone shouting: "Report!"
He looked over at the sound, frowned, and said: "Yang Haichao, get out of the queue!"
Yang Haichao walked out of the queue.
"explain!"
"I'm telling the instructor, Zheyi's class dances really well, but I'm not convinced!"
Instructor Zhang was taken aback, and he asked hurriedly: "You can also dance?"
"I won't."
Are you kidding me?
Instructor Zhang looked unkind and wrote down one hundred push-ups for Yang Haichao.
"But I know martial arts, please allow the instructor to allow me to compete with Zheyi's class!"
"Jousting?"
If you are in the army, this is not impossible, and competitions are also normal.
But this is a university. To compare, it's not a competition, it's a fight.
Instructor Zhang was not that stupid. He was sure that Yang Haichao was here to cause trouble, and said angrily: "You know martial arts and others don't, how can you compare?"
"Ye Sushang knows how to dance, but we can't, so why don't we still compete?"
Huh?
I dare you to show your ability with your mouth.
Sophistry wizard!
Instructor Zhang thought about this and turned to Instructor He: "This game doesn't count!"
Instructor He was speechless and said: "How about letting your students perform martial arts?"
Before Instructor Zhang could speak, Yang Haichao said loudly: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I have been in the cold and heat for ten years. It is not for performance. And I can see that there are people in Zhe's class who know martial arts."
"Who?" instructors Zhang and He asked at the same time.
"Ye Su Shang!"
Instructor He was stunned, and Instructor Zhang laughed angrily and said, "You want to compete with Classmate Ye?"