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Chapter 282 Hello, Class Monitor

"Holy crap!" "Damn it!", each one heavier than the last.

Song Huan turned her head to look over, and then froze.

Lin Yue was walking over from the entrance of the playground.

She was wearing a camouflage outfit with a tightly cinched belt, making her waist incredibly thin.

Her hat was worn neatly, and although she wasn't wearing makeup, her skin was radiantly white, and her eyes were slightly upturned, giving her a natural charm.

The entire playground fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't the kind of quiet that's truly quiet; it was the kind of quiet where everyone forgot to speak, and only their eyes remained in silence.

The boys' necks seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and they all turned around in unison.

Even Shen Yan glanced at her a couple more times before looking away and commenting, "This girl is really beautiful."

Xia Rou was the first to rush forward, grabbing Lin Yue's arm like she was protecting a precious treasure, her chin held high. "You stinky boys, you're not allowed to make a move on Yueyue!"

She glanced around, her gaze lingering on Zhang Yang and Liu Yu's faces for a moment, as if issuing a warning.

Then she turned around, took Lin Yue's hand, and whispered, "Yueyue, don't let these boys fool you. Especially that one..."

Her gaze drifted briefly towards Song Huan before quickly returning to her. "Anyway, be careful."

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth in anger, "Xia Rou, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'stinky boy'?"

Xia Rou didn't even turn her head. "The literal meaning."

Liu Yu pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice, "We didn't have any particular plans."

"It's best if they didn't fight."

Lin Yue smiled but didn't say anything.

Her gaze passed over Xia Rou's shoulder and landed on Song Huan.

Then she walked up to Song Huan, leaned forward, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head, her eyes were bright, and her lips had a mischievous smile.

"Hello, class monitor."

Song Huan stared at her for a moment, then her lips twitched. "Why didn't you tell me you were in our class yesterday?"

Lin Yue blinked. "You didn't ask, class monitor."

She pronounced the word "class monitor" softly, with a hint of playfulness, as if teasing him.

After saying that, she smiled and walked away, her ponytail swaying behind her. She walked briskly to the line of girls and stood next to Xia Rou.

Xia Rou took her hand, and the two of them huddled together and said something. Xia Rou glanced at Song Huan from time to time, probably asking why the two of them knew each other.

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu immediately surrounded them, one on the left and one on the right, like two bodyguards.

"Song Huan, do you know her?"

How did you two meet?

"What's her name?"

Which dorm are you from?

Do you have a boyfriend?

The two of them talked back and forth like a machine gun.

Shen Yan stood to the side, hands in his pockets, not saying a word, but his ears were perked up.

Looking at the two anxious faces in front of her, Song Huan said calmly, "Junior high school classmates."

Zhang Yang's eyes widened. "Junior high classmate? You went to the same junior high school?"

"Um."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You didn't ask."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Liu Yu adjusted his glasses. "What score did she get on the college entrance exam? How did she get into Nanjing University?"

Song Huan glanced at him. "Are you checking my household registration?"

Liu Yu shut his mouth.

Song Huan checked the time; it was about time.

Turning around to face the group, he said, "Everyone, stand at attention! Be quiet!"

The line quieted down.

He scanned the area to confirm the number of people.

Including myself, there are 35 boys and 15 girls, not one missing.

The sunlight shone down from above, making the back of one's neck feel hot.

Sweat started to bead under the brim of my hat, trickling down my temples.

The loudspeaker on the platform blared.

First, the principal spoke, his voice coming from the speakers and echoing across the playground.

"Welcome new students." "Military training is the first lesson in university." "Strengthen willpower and character."

One set of instructions after another, making the people below drowsy.

Song Huan stood at the very front of the line, motionless. Sweat had soaked through his camouflage uniform.

After the principal finished speaking, the vice-principal spoke.

After the vice principal finished speaking, the chief military training instructor took the stage.

The head instructor's surname was Chen. He was not tall, but very thin, with tanned skin.

He stood on the stage with his hands behind his back and his feet shoulder-width apart, standing like a tree.

My gaze swept from left to right, and then from right to left.

The people on the playground stood up straight involuntarily.

"Class monitors, step forward!"

The voice boomed from his chest; there was no microphone, but everyone on the playground could hear it clearly.

Song Huan stepped out of the line and stood at the very front.

The class leaders from other classes also stepped forward one after another, forming a sparse row.

Instructor Chen stepped down from the platform, his leather shoes landing on the rubber track, one step at a time.

He walked up to the class leaders, his gaze sweeping across each of their faces.

"You are the class monitors, aren't you?"

No one spoke, but someone nodded.

"I'm asking you a question!" His voice rose a half-octave. "Yes or no!"

"Yes!" came the responses from several people, albeit in different ways.

Instructor Chen's gaze fell on Song Huan.

Song Huan stood ramrod straight, chin slightly tucked in, eyes fixed ahead.

"Which class are you in?"

"Reporting, Instructor! Computer Science Class 0710!"

The sound was loud and crisp, and it bounced once on the playground.

The ears of the several squad leaders nearby were ringing from the shock.

Instructor Chen nodded and said nothing more.

Walk back and stand at the front of the line.

"Today is the first day, so I won't make things difficult for you. But there's one rule: obey my orders. Do exactly what I say. If I tell you to stand, you stand. If I tell you to sit, you sit. Do you understand?"

"Listen carefully!" came a chorus of uneven replies from the playground.

Instructor Chen frowned slightly. "Didn't you eat?"

"Listen carefully!" This time the voice was much louder.

Instructor Chen nodded. "Each class, spread out and begin training."

Instructor Chen is not only Instructor Chen, but also in charge of training Song Huan's class.

Song Huan was exceptionally focused during the morning's training.

Every time Instructor Chen called out "Squad Leader," his shout of "Here!" was the loudest.

He came out as soon as he finished shouting, his movements as fast as a spring.

Instructor Chen looked at him several times and nodded.

The instructors wanted students who obeyed orders without question.

At 11:30, the sun was already high in the sky.

The heat from the playground rose from the ground, and you could feel it even through your shoes.

Zhang Yang's legs were shaking, and Liu Yu's glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose; he didn't dare to push them up.

Shen Yan stood ramrod straight, but sweat was already dripping from his forehead down to his chin.

Instructor Chen glanced at his watch and blew his whistle.

"This concludes the morning training session. Class leaders, please lead your teams to the cafeteria for lunch and then return to your dormitories to rest. We will assemble promptly at 2 PM."

A collective sigh of relief rang out from the group.

Song Huan turned around. "Class 0710, right face, all eyes! Forward, eyes! March!"

The line walked unsteadily toward the cafeteria.

As they walked out of the playground, Xia Rou caught up from behind and walked beside Song Huan, lowering her voice.

"You behaved so well this morning, are you afraid the instructor will give you trouble?"

Song Huan glanced at her. "That's called setting a good example. Shouldn't the class monitor set a good example?"

Xia Rou pouted, "You weren't like this yesterday."

Yesterday is yesterday, today is today.

Song Huan said seriously, "Military training is military training, and ordinary times are ordinary times. I call this knowing how to distinguish between different situations."

Xia Rou looked at him, opened her mouth slightly, and then closed it again.

I thought to myself, how come this person says everything?

[Shameless.]

Song Huan heard this, smiled, and didn't say anything.

The cafeteria was packed with people.

A sea of ​​green camouflage, making it impossible to tell which class was which.

There was a long queue at the food window. Some people were leaning on the table waiting, some were carrying their plates and looking for seats, and some had already started eating, shoveling food into their mouths at lightning speed.

Song Huan carried the plate and found a corner to sit down.

I had just sat down when another person appeared opposite me.

Lin Yue placed the plate on the table and sat down.

Xia Rou sat down next to her.

Then came Zhang Yang, then Liu Yu, and then Shen Yan.

Six people squeezed themselves full at a small table.

Zhang Yang looked at Lin Yue, opened his mouth slightly, as if to say something.

He glanced at Xia Rou again and then shut his mouth.

Lin Yue picked up a small piece of tofu, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Then he looked up at Song Huan and asked, "Squad leader, what's the training like this afternoon?"

Song Huan kept her head down while eating, so her expression couldn't be seen. "March in step, goose step, that's about it."

"Oh." Lin Yue nodded and picked up another piece of tofu.

Xia Rou spoke up from the side, her tone tinged with sourness, "Song Huan, why are you being so polite to Yueyue? I just asked you what your training was this afternoon, and you said you didn't know."

Song Huan glanced at her. "Did you just ask me?"

"I asked."

"I didn't hear you."