Film and Television Overview: Starting from the Same Window

"speak!"

"Fighting is embarrassing for you."

"Return to the team!"

So Yu Hao happily rejoined the team.

"report!"

Hearing Pan Zhen's familiar voice again, Zhou Shengchen really wanted to beat him up, because he knew Pan Zhen was going to put on a show to win people over again.

Sure enough, when Zhang Chi gestured for him to speak, Pan Zhen shouted, "On behalf of our class, I want to say that the fight at noon was embarrassing for you."

Yes, Pan Zhen has once again won people's hearts.

"Pah!" Zhou Shengchen spat lightly.

"Hypocrite." Xiao Haiyang glanced at Pan Zhen sideways.

Lu Qiaochuan's lips twitched upon hearing Pan Zhen's words, but he remained silent.

"Then you return to the team, the rest of you stay." Zhang Chi's lips twitched as well, but he didn't give Pan Zhen any face and only let him return to the team.

With Yu Hao and Pan Zhen taking the lead, everyone except a few troublemakers basically returned to the team.

And who are the troublemakers? Of course, Zhou Shengchen, Xiao Haiyang, and Lu Qiaochuan are among them.

However, there were three tough guys in the directing class who stubbornly refused to admit that they had embarrassed the instructors.

"Report."

Bi Shisan suddenly raised his right hand.

"What, it's you again?" Zhang Chi looked at Bi Shisan with disdain. "Say what you have to say."

“I don’t think our fight during lunch break is shameful to you. In fact, I think it has nothing to do with you at all.”

Bi Shisan will always be Bi Shisan, with an extraordinary way of thinking and audacity.

"Awesome!" Xiao Haiyang exclaimed in admiration.

Zhou Shengchen silently gave him a thumbs up.

Zhang Chi: "..."

"Go squat down." Zhang Chi didn't want to waste any more words with him and pointed directly at Zhou Shengchen and the other troublemakers.

Bi Shisan calmly walked to Zhou Shengchen's side, squatted down, and then, in less than three seconds, weakly said, "I'm going to faint."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Haiyang asked with great interest, "Are there any tricks to fainting? For example, holding your breath, or breathing rhythmically?"

"It depends on talent."

He had barely finished replying when Bi Shisan's head lolled to the side and he fainted.

That speed is truly impressive.

Zhou Shengchen reacted quickly, hoisting Bi Shisan onto his back and running towards the infirmary.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Chi was also extremely panicked.

He had promised the female military doctor at noon that he would not train Bi Shisan too hard, but not long after, he had trained her until she fainted.

"You need to organize the team's discipline."

Zhang Chi gave Lu Qiaochuan some instructions and then chased after Zhou Shengchen.

"Why don't you organize things a bit?!"

It was Pan Zhen who spoke, and his voice was full of impatience.

Lu Qiaochuan paused for a moment, then quickly said, "Those who are squatting should stand up first, and then everyone should rest together."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Infirmary.

After examining Bi Shisan, the female military doctor gave him another IV drip.

With everything settled, the female military doctor sighed deeply, put her hands in her pockets, and asked Zhang Chi, "What's wrong with him now?"

"Well, um, he fainted," Zhang Chi stammered.

"Nonsense." The female medic rolled her eyes. "I asked him what he did that caused him to faint again."

"He... well, he fainted from squatting," Zhang Chi stammered for a while, embarrassed.

"Squatting again?" The female medic frowned, her voice becoming much sterner. "Zhang Chi, they are students, not the soldiers you train every day. Do you even understand this?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Chi nodded frantically, not daring to refute.

Seeing his timid and hesitant appearance, Zhou Shengchen couldn't help but shake his head.

If you act like this towards a woman you like, how could she possibly be interested in you?

"I've been frail and sickly since childhood, yet I receive not a shred of sympathy. How tragic is this world!"

Bi Shisan, who had woken up at some unknown time, suddenly said something in a teasy tone.

The female military doctor glared at Zhang Chi and said to Bi Shisan, "You don't need to train tomorrow. I'll give you a certificate."

"Thank you, angels in white, but I can manage." Bi Shisan struggled to sit up, and Zhou Shengchen quickly helped him.

"I'll give you a leave slip; whether you go to training or not is up to you," the female military doctor said.

She then looked at Zhang Chi and said, "If he is not feeling well, stop training immediately."

“Okay!” Zhang Chi quickly agreed and promised that he would never force Bi Shisan in the future.

"You two go first!"

As soon as Zhang Chi made his promise, the female military doctor immediately asked him to leave.

Just then, the female instructors carried Li Shuci in.

Seeing this, Zhou Shengchen and Zhang Chi quickly stepped forward to help.

"She suddenly fainted just now, please help me take a look!" The female instructor was extremely anxious.

Zhou Shengchen glanced at Li Shuci and said, "She's awake now. It's nothing serious. She probably didn't eat enough tonight and fainted because of low blood sugar. She just needs some sugar now."

As he spoke, Zhou Shengchen pulled out a chocolate from somewhere, unwrapped it, and put it to Li Shuci's lips.

Li Shuci stared with her big, innocent eyes, looking at Zhou Shengchen and then at the female military doctor, unsure whether she should eat the chocolate.

The female military doctor stepped forward and examined him, saying, "He's right, it was indeed a sudden fainting spell caused by low blood sugar. Eat that chocolate!"

Li Shuci obediently opened her mouth, ate Zhou Shengchen's chocolate, and then said thank you.

"You actually know medicine?" The female military doctor looked at Zhou Shengchen in surprise.

"Otherwise what?" Zhou Shengchen shrugged and said, "I started learning from a master at eight and graduated at ten. Let me put it this way, the president of Jiangzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine is quite powerful, right? But by seniority, he's still at the level of my disciple's grand-disciple."

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Sentimental Yu Hao

"Really?" The female military doctor looked at Zhou Shengchen suspiciously. "If your medical skills are really that good, why didn't you apply to medical school?"

"I've learned so many things, do I have to apply to the corresponding university for every single one?" Zhou Shengchen said with a nonchalant air of superiority before turning and leaving.

"Little brat, daring to put on airs in front of me." The female military doctor watched Zhou Shengchen's departing figure and snorted softly.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the training field, the fourth squad of the second company.

Not long after Zhou Shengchen returned to the team, Zhang Chi also came back.

Zhang Chi addressed the group in a loud voice: "Let me first share my thoughts on the grand finale sing-along on the last day."

Seeing that no one spoke, Zhang Chi shouted, "Speak up!"

“Report.” Pan Zhen stepped forward.

"No need to report, just say what you've thought of," Zhang Chi urged.

"Can I listen to pop songs?"

Pan Zhen, seemingly having thought of something good, asked with a face full of excitement.

"Step forward and squat down."

Zhang Chi glared at Pan Zhen and said in an unquestionable tone. What did the other man think that party was? Pop songs? Why don't you just say it was folk music?

Pan Zhen clenched his fist, but still didn't dare to argue, so he obediently squatted down.

Then, Zhang Chi looked at everyone and asked, "Do you have any other opinions?"

"We are all sharpshooters."

"What else?"

"The red flag is fluttering."

"What else?"

After two consecutive rejections, everyone stared at each other, unsure whether to continue.

Zhang Chi suddenly looked at the troublemaker Xiao Haiyang and asked, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Serving the country with utmost loyalty, almost all the boys at the party sang 'Serving the country with utmost loyalty.' Or, 'We are all sharpshooters.'"

Xiao Haiyang, having repeated two years, clearly understands all of this.

Zhang Chi frowned upon hearing his words, clearly dissatisfied with the two songs, and said again, "These two have already been suggested by others. Can't you come up with something more original?"

"Yes, I have!"

At this moment, Xiao Haiyang suddenly chuckled softly, a playful smile on his lips: "Then let's sing 'Night at the Military Port,' a song that the girls' company sings every year. We can use softness to overcome hardness."

"Fine!" Zhang Chi glared at Xiao Haiyang, then looked at everyone and said, "Xiao Haiyang suggested singing 'Military Port Night,' do you have any objections?"

"No!" Zhou Shengchen exclaimed, "I think this song is great."

Pan Zhen and other students in the directing class originally had different opinions, but seeing that Zhou Shengchen had come out to express his opinion, and recalling his ferocity at noon, they decided to just go with it!

They just hadn't heard the original version of the song; otherwise, even if they were afraid of Zhou Shengchen, they probably would have voiced their opinions and asked for a different song.