Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

"Hey, Cheng is over there, let's go over there."

The girls searched for a long time and only saw Cheng Xihe, so they quickly ran over.

Sun Danfeng had no choice but to come along, no matter how unwilling she was.

The whistle blew, and the instructor, holding a megaphone, said, "Everyone line up according to your major. There's no class distinction. One major, one formation. Do you understand?"

"I heard you!"

The crowd answered sparsely, and everyone lined up according to their major.

"From shortest to tallest, girls in a single line," the instructor commanded, looking down at them from the platform.

Cheng Xihe is quite tall, and he was at the very back of the group of girls in the photo.

She casually lowered her head, looking at the ground without saying a word.

Now that the sun is up, it's easy to get sunburned.

Thinking it over, Cheng Xihe took out the hat he was supposed to wear for military training from his pocket and put it on him.

"Xihe, what a coincidence, we're next to each other again."

Yin Haisen stood next to Cheng Xihe and greeted him excitedly.

Faced with this inexplicable enthusiasm, Cheng Xihe was too lazy to analyze it and could only nod and say, "Mm."

After lining up, the instructor said to the front row, "Everyone, ten people per row, make six rows."

Cheng Xihe's seat was right at the very edge, meaning he would be relegated to the second row.

Yin Haisen stood behind her: "Xihe, come here."

There are only fifteen girls in the entire major, so arranging them like this is inconvenient.

"Five too many, let's make it fifteen in a row, four rows will do," the instructor shouted, and the rest of the men piled up again.

There were fifteen of them in a row, with Cheng Xihe still at the back, and Yin Haisen behind him.

After they finished lining up, the instructor shouted, "Left turn!"

Everyone turned around sparsely. The instructor walked to the middle, glanced around, and looked at Cheng Xi and Yin Haisen behind him.

Rewinding the time, the instructor, holding a megaphone, said with a smile, "I'm your instructor, Fang Wei. I'll be spending the next three days with you."

"Isn't military training supposed to last seven days?"

"Yes, if I remember correctly, it's seven days."

"I remember it being seven days, am I mistaken?"

People whispered among themselves, all somewhat puzzled.

"If you train well, you can finish in three days; seven days is for the useless."

After the instructor finished speaking, his sharp gaze swept over everyone again.

Now everyone's fighting spirit was ignited.

The instructor, carrying a megaphone, walked around saying, "Our base is most famous for its shooting program."

You haven't started practicing yet. Are there any students who know how to shoot or want to try?

"If any of you can hit eight bullseyes on a stationary target and six bullseyes on a moving target, you will be exempt from the first phase of military training."

"I know military training is tough, and many of you don't want to participate. It all depends on your abilities."

The instructors offered enticing conditions, and the students below the stage were eager to participate.

Some of the more competitive male students, in particular, were eager to try.

Seeing this, the instructor said, "Let me make it clear first, this is only valid before I give you formal training."

Furthermore, if they can't do it, all the training will be doubled. Would anyone dare to take on that challenge?

Upon hearing that the number would be doubled, the students, who had been eager to participate, quieted down again.

"Double the training, I'd rather train normally."

"I've never learned shooting, so I definitely can't do it. I think I'll pass."

"Who has time to learn shooting? Everyone was busy memorizing texts when they were in school."

Most of the girls gave up and stood obediently under the sun.

The boys behind them were also whispering: "I've played with it before, but there are no moving targets at the shooting range, so I haven't tried it yet."

"You know, it's hard to say."

"Ah Sen, do you want to give it a try?" Tian Ce glanced at Yin Haisen.

Yin Haisen, with Cheng Xihe's head lolling back on his head, did not react.

Seeing this, Tian Ce kicked him: "Yin Haisen, I'm talking to you, what kind of idiot are you acting like?"

"Huh?" Coming to his senses, Yin Haisen asked, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you listen to the instructor?" Tian Ce said angrily, glaring at the back of Cheng Xihe's head.

Yin Haisen chuckled sheepishly, "What did the instructor just say? I didn't hear it. Tell me."

"I'm really impressed by you..." Tian Ce whispered to him.

Seeing that no one moved, the instructor said again, "It seems the conditions are too harsh. How about this, if you hit eight bullseyes on the dead target, you can skip half of the training."

The conditions have been relaxed again.

In the square formation not far away, several people who wanted to participate in the shooting had already been selected.

Seeing that they still didn't move, the instructor rolled his eyes, picked up the megaphone, and said, "Why is none of you willing to try?"

"We're not stupid."

"Yeah, we might as well just train normally."

"I've never played shooting games before, I really don't know how."

The instructor said to himself, "In the past, the students who came here always wanted to try shooting as soon as possible."

Many people, even those who didn't know how before, easily completed the task. Such a good opportunity was presented to you, and you didn't take it.

The instructor shook his head, looking down on everyone: "It seems you're all too timid. I shouldn't have asked you."

These words finally ignited Tian Ce's competitive spirit.

Tian Ce raised his hand: "Report."

"Oh?"

Seeing that someone had finally taken the bait, the instructor smiled and said, "This student, step forward."

Tian Ce and Cheng Xihe walked to the front.

"Would you like to try shooting?" Fang Wei stared at Tian Ce for a moment, his gaze lingering on Tian Ce's exposed arm.

Slender and fair-skinned, with little muscle, she doesn't look very good.

Tian Ce scoffed, "Was it a live-fire shooting exercise?"

"Of course not, we have specialized infrared aiming. Haven't you tried laser target practice?" The instructor looked at Tian Ce as if he were a hot commodity.

He likes students who are confident and arrogant like that.

Everyone else has so many students stepping forward, and he has none; he'd lose face!

"What's the point of laser target practice?" Tian Ce asked with a disdainful look.

The instructor coaxed, "Then why don't you give it a try? The principle is the same anyway, but laser target shooting has a lower difficulty coefficient."

"It's pointless." Tian Ce waved his hand.

Seeing that the man was about to leave, the instructor asked again, "Have you ever handled a real gun?" The instructor looked at Tian Ce curiously.

Tian Ce nodded: "I went there when I went to Hawaii."

"How's your aim?" the instructor asked Tian Ce.

Those who can afford to go to Hawaii are not considered poor.

Tian Ce shrugged, very confidently: "At least a nine-ring, and basically a ten-ring on the laser target."

"That's great! Why don't you go and try crushing those guys over there?" The instructor pointed to the others not far away.

The students who stepped forward were all very confident.

Tian Ce glanced at Yin Haisen: "If my brother goes, I'll go too. Otherwise, it's no fun going by myself."

"Yeah?"

The instructor's gaze fell on Yin Haisen: "Hey student, aren't you coming along?"

"I don't want to..."

"I'll go."