Chapter 70 Practice Courage_1

The early autumn military training had one advantage: since it was still hot, we only needed to wear one training uniform, so we quickly got dressed.

When we all rushed to the parade ground and lined up, a stocky man strode over.

He was Li Yang, our instructor.

After Li Yang straightened out the formation, he suddenly changed his usually serious expression and smiled at us, "Do you know what time it is?"

In the past ten or so days, although Li Yang hadn't resorted to fisticuffs or kicks, he often barked orders, demanding strict discipline and precision in our movements, so we didn't have a good impression of him.

In contrast, the girls' side was daily filled with laughter and sounded like a scene straight out of a chirping, fragrant idyll.

It's the age-old story: comparing ourselves to others can be frustrating as hell.