Chapter 43: The Strong Class Has No Weaknesses

  Xiang Hong's voice paused for a moment, and suddenly there was a gasp from the crowd, as her classmates all held their breath to listen to her private thoughts.

  She smiled and continued: "Tenacious willpower, robust physical strength, and enduring endurance are what a qualified special forces soldier must possess;

  I just hope that we can take advantage of the military training to bring out our best state, a strong class with no weak soldiers, and I myself have a good environment full of positive competition.

  As for who will be chosen in the end, it depends on one's real ability.

  Youth is not in vain, at our age, everything is possible.

  The soft persimmon of a strong class is more competitive than the leader of a weak class. If someone in our class is selected, having a special forces comrade is just a thought, isn't it?

  After a moment of silence, "Well said! Too well said!" Guo Lili was the first to applaud after being shocked.

  Soon, warm applause erupted, and classmates in the class, whether boys or girls, looked at Sang Hong with great emotion. This girl was really unique.

  Her kindness touches people deeply.

  Xiang Hong's face turned red with applause, and she smiled shyly. This was her first attempt to blend into collective life.

  Laili generously stretched out her hand first: "Come on, let's make a pact with a high-five, we must not disappoint Shang Hong's expectations!"

  "Wow——" The students of the external training system stretched out their hands one by one, cheering and jumping up, with crisp applause ringing out continuously.

  The people in the other classes saw the commotion over here and thought it was a student fight, so Liu Da Zhuang turned around and ran over, with the other instructors hastily following.

  "What's wrong, what's wrong, what's all the commotion about?"

  Liu Da Zhang hadn't arrived yet, but his loud voice had already been heard.

  Zhao Yibo waved his hand and all the classmates in the class quickly stood up in line, silent.

  He stepped forward, stood at attention in front of Liu Da Zhuang and saluted: "Reporting to the instructor, we request to end our rest early and start training!"

  Liu Dazhu was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing without any restraint. He turned his head to the instructors who had followed him running over, panting heavily for half a day, before saying: "This bunch of guys - actually want to train, so it won't be troublesome for everyone."

  The other instructors were instantly depressed, looking at their own students, many of whom hadn't even had a drink of water, and some were still queuing up at the toilet door.

  They all dispersed.

  Liu Dazhu looked at the group of students in front of him, each with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and couldn't help but wonder - was there a hormone in the water they just drank?

  What's wrong with drinking it yourself?

  "Reporting to instructor, I will demonstrate the actions taught today. I apply for the qualification of leading the team."

  Zhao Yibo saw Liu Dabai seemingly in a trance-like state and loudly reminded him.

  Liu Dazhuang came back to his senses, grinned and said: "Good, you little brat has guts, just learned a bit of the three-legged cat's moves and already thinking about taking control!"

  Zhao Yibo said with embarrassment: "Reporting to the instructor, I don't want control rights, but I think your throat is also hoarse from shouting. Let me take over for a while. Look, other class instructors are resting and you're being dragged down in vain."

  Liu Dabao listened carefully and looked at him seriously for a moment, then took two steps back, waved his hand and said: "You're carrying the burden!"

  He had a premonition that this time he encountered an absolutely strong cohesive class collective.

  This was just a half-day of grinding, and this group of children from all over the world already had such tacit understanding and collective consciousness, which he never expected.

  Zhao Yibo obviously had rich experience in leading exercises during his high school days, and under his clear instructions, those trained movements were reinforced one by one.

  Liu Dazhuang watched from the side, occasionally correcting a few students' non-standard movements. After just a few rounds, they were already practicing flawlessly.

  Soon, other classes also gathered together, practiced for a while, and then started individual competitions.

  In order to be fair, the coach of the adjacent class will select the contestants for the nearby classes.

  Under the watchful eyes of everyone, some students were so nervous that their movements became stiff like robots, without any mistakes, but made people feel uncomfortable no matter how they looked.

  Some students can't even tell left from right and get turning directions wrong.

  What's more, some female classmates who behave well in the team, as soon as they stand in front of a large crowd, become timid and hesitant, to the point where even when walking in step, their arms and legs can become flaccid.

  Under everyone's tense gaze, the instructor of the reconnaissance class walked over to select people. He strolled with a leisurely pace from the head of the formation to the end, and the hearts of the students in the external training department hung with every step he took.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, he shamelessly stopped in front of Sang Hong's classmate and pointed at him.

  Wow, all the classmates in the class dare not speak out, bowing their heads to silently mourn for Sang Hong.

  Xiang Hong town calmly gazed forward, apparently she had long been prepared. After all, she arrived late and everyone saw it, if she were to pick someone, she would also choose the opponent's weak link to make a move.

  Zhao Yibo quickly shouted out the command: "First row, eighth number, get ready, step forward... march!"

  Watching Sang Hong walk step by step into the center of the playground with a standard posture, he clearly shouted out one command after another.

  Everyone held their breath and watched the performance on stage with bated breath.

  Xiang Hong's years of immersion in the gym have finally paid off, her agility is extremely strong, and she has a good grasp of her body movements. Those newly learned moves, when done by her, are not stiff at all, but rather natural and elegant, dazzling to behold.

  Not only the people in her class, but all freshmen were shocked - her stride told everyone that all the postures they thought were impossible to be beautiful, she interpreted the true elegance.

  She finished her performance and walked back to the team in sync with Zhao Yibo's beat, amidst thunderous applause.

  Liu Dazhu laughed so hard that his eyes were almost invisible. This Sang Hong was actually such a good sapling, what a talented person!

  In short, after this training session, Liu Dazhi's training standards became increasingly strict and terrifying, requiring them to be the best in every aspect at all times.

  Of course, Ou Yang Mengmeng brought a group of people under her command to the training grounds to stir up trouble, and the outer sect disciples were so angry that their teeth were about to fall out.

  A classic tale of the farmer and the snake!

  Xiang Hong didn't mind at first, but when it affected everyone, she felt a little guilty.

  Under the enthusiastic and passionate promotion of Ouyang Mengmeng, stand at attention, with standards so strict that even a leaf clamped between the knees cannot fall off, standing for at least an hour.

  Dormitory chores, stacking "tofu blocks", if you can't finish within five minutes, you won't be allowed to eat.

  It was an emergency assembly at midnight, and the class that had to finish lining up first was the one that hated it the most. The girls in the Foreign Language Department were particularly resentful because their dormitory was located at the far end of the second-floor corridor, where could a reconnaissance class on the first floor possibly run faster?

  Finally, they were forced to practice and mastered the skill of grabbing the handrail of the stairs with two hands and falling straight to the ground, only then did they catch up in speed and no longer dragged down the class!

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