You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Su Qinghe's company was at the other end of the parade ground, more than a hundred meters away.

Given Liu Wei's personality, if he could arrange for Instructor Wang to target him, he would definitely not let Su Qinghe off the hook.

Thinking of this, Jiang Che's gaze involuntarily swept towards the direction of Su Qinghe's seventh company on the west side of the playground.

It's too far away; I can't see the specifics clearly.

Jiang Che could only continue training with trepidation.

The morning training consisted of nothing more than basic exercises such as standing at attention, marching, and standing at ease.

After making things difficult for Jiang Che several times in the first twenty minutes, Instructor Wang probably realized that this kid was a stubborn troublemaker who wouldn't listen to reason, so he stopped targeting him separately.

The city of Beijing was still sweltering at the end of August, with the sun pouring down from above, causing waves of heat to emanate from the rubber track on the playground.

At 10 o'clock, each company finally got its first rest time.

"Rest here for fifteen minutes!"

As soon as Instructor Wang finished speaking, the students in the formation deflated like punctured balloons, slumping to the ground and starting to drink water.

Xu Wenbin plopped down on the ground, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and gulped down half of it.

Turning his head, he saw Jiang Che still standing there, so he asked him, "Hey Lao Jiang, you finally get a break, aren't you going to sit down for a bit?"

Jiang Che stood there and stretched his arms a couple of times. "I'm not sitting anymore. I'm going to the Seventh Company to check on Qinghe."

"Okay, then hurry up and come back quickly, or the instructors will target you again if you come back late."

Jiang Che nodded, then quickly walked around several formations and headed towards the west side of the playground.

The distance of a little over a hundred meters is neither close nor far.

As he approached the rest area of ​​the Seventh Company, he saw a scene from afar that made his eyes sink.

Instead of resting in the shade like the other girls, Su Qinghe stood alone under the scorching sun.

A burly male instructor stood in front of her, hands on his hips, speaking to Su Qinghe with an undisguised sarcastic tone.

"Hey classmate, you can't even stand at attention properly. Did you come to university to study or to enjoy yourself?"

Su Qinghe stubbornly pursed her lips and remained silent, her face revealing little emotion.

Lin tide, who was sitting next to her, couldn't stand it anymore. She was about to stand up and say something when Zhao Weilan grabbed her arm and shook her head.

The instructor gave Su Qinghe a couple more words of reprimand, then suddenly raised his hand—

"What's wrong with your shoulders? Why are you slouching like that? Open your shoulders up!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pat Su Qinghe's shoulder.

Su Qinghe froze for a moment, then instinctively took a step back.

A lewd glint flashed across the instructor's face, then he roared even louder, "What are you retreating for? I'm correcting your movements!"

As he spoke, he then reached out his hand to Su Qinghe.

But before his hand could touch Su Qinghe, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed the instructor's wrist with five fingers.

The force was so great that it froze the instructor in mid-air.

All eyes in the room immediately turned to him.

Su Qinghe also looked up slightly in surprise.

Jiang Che walked over at some point, stepped aside to block her view, and firmly locked the instructor's wrist with one hand, his gaze icy cold.

Su Qinghe's nose tingled, and all the grievances she had been holding back surged up the moment she saw him.

But she still bit her lip and didn't say a word.

The instructor was caught red-handed when his wrist was grabbed in public.

"Who are you? Which company are you from? Let go!"

Jiang Che released his grip, but didn't budge an inch, still standing firmly in front of Su Qinghe, protecting her behind him.

"Third Company, Jiang Che."

"What are you doing here, Third Company? Who gave you permission to visit other companies? Get back here right now!"

Jiang Che ignored him completely and remained unmoved.

"There are many ways to correct movements, such as verbal instruction or demonstration."

"Of course, providing hands-on instruction is fine, but there are differences between men and women. This technique works fine on boys, but shouldn't the instructor consider the potential impact when used on girls?"

Upon hearing this, the girls resting nearby all fell silent.

The girls exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes they saw agreement with what Jiang Che had said.

As soon as she finished speaking, a short-haired girl sitting under the shade of a tree stood up first.

"He's right! During training just now, this instructor patted me on the back and even took the opportunity to secretly touch my waist!"

Upon hearing this, two more girls stood up.

"Yeah, me too! He said he'd correct my posture, but then he just put his hand on my shoulder! How disgusting."

"And me too! When he walked up behind me, he touched my arm! I was completely terrified."

"..."

More and more girls stood up from the ground, each one accusing the instructor of various misdeeds during the training.

Jiang Che glanced around and found that almost all of the girls who stood up were good-looking.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the instructor wasn't correcting the movements, but rather taking advantage of the situation.

And he fucking only picks the good-looking ones.

Students from other companies nearby heard the commotion and gathered around.

The crowd grew larger and larger, completely surrounding the rest area of ​​the Seventh Company.

The instructor's face turned ashen after being publicly accused by more than a dozen girls.

But instead of showing any restraint, he snorted coldly at the girls who stood up.

"You guys, all dressed in military training uniforms, swaying around like you're wearing cheongsams. What's wrong with me touching you?"

"Soldiers correct movements by teaching them hand-to-hand. If you can't handle it, don't come to military training; go home and find your mom!"

Still not satisfied, he glanced at Jiang Che behind Su Qinghe, "And you, you scoundrel from the company, what are you doing stirring up trouble here? Believe me or not, I'll make you write a self-criticism to the head instructor right now!"

"A bunch of spoiled brats, you can't be touched. How are you going to survive in society?"

Upon hearing this, many of the students watching changed their expressions.

The girls, in particular, were so angry that some of them had tears in their eyes.

Su Qinghe stood behind Jiang Che, her eyelashes lowered, and remained silent.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her fingertips dug deep into her palms.

It's not fear.

She was never afraid of people like that.

What she feared was that she might not be able to resist making the first move and causing trouble for A-Che.

At this point, more and more people gathered around, and some people quietly took out their phones and started recording.

When the instructor saw the crowd approaching, a hint of panic flashed across his face, but it was quickly overshadowed by a sense of arrogance.

He yelled at the crowd, "What are you looking at! Go back to your own units!"

Nobody moved.

Among the more than three thousand freshmen, there are plenty of temperamental ones. After witnessing the girls' complaints and learning about the instructor's true colors, who would still want to tolerate him?

Seeing that he couldn't control the situation, the instructor simply turned all his anger on Jiang Che.

"Your name is Jiang Che, right? Fine, you've got guts."

"You're inciting students to cause trouble. I'm calling your school leaders right now and seeing if you're still so arrogant!"

"Go ahead and hit me."

Jiang Che showed no fear whatsoever.

The instructor was taken aback for a moment.

Jiang Che then took a step forward, reducing the distance between them to less than half a meter.

"You can make a phone call, you can ask the head instructor to come over, you can ask the school leaders to come over."

"But before that, I have a suggestion."

"Let's have a match."