Special Years

On the lawn on the side of the large playground, solemnly watched each class enter and leave the field one by one.

I have to say that these classes are very well trained and the level is quite close.

In fact, in seven days, the subjects that can be trained are really pitiful, and it is impossible to take many coercive means like training recruits, so there is really not much difference in the level of scoring.

As long as you don't make mistakes, you won't be deducted much when you do the action.

Those who are responsible for scoring are the leading cadres of the teaching staff and the brigade, as well as the principal and the director of the teaching department. The people in the school do not understand military actions at all, so they basically look at their mental outlook.

This point, solemnly and repeatedly weighed countless times before the game.

Even if the boys in class 15 added a few nights training, it would only add more than ten hours in terms of training time strictly.

For more than ten hours, nothing will come out of play.

Class 15 has to make a surprise victory in order to have a chance to win the first place.

In addition to morale and mental outlook, there is also whether the password is loud enough.

These solemnities can be thought of, and so can others.

They are all coaches and squad leaders who teach the brigade, and no one is more stupid than anyone else.

That morning, Zhuang Yan saw You Dahai who came in to wash up, and heard the crisp footsteps he made while wearing leather shoes stepping on the concrete, and suddenly had an idea!

That's right! Work on your shoes!

Although there are no rules on what shoes to wear in the gymnastics competition, Zhuang Yan found that all the classes like to wear sneakers.

Maybe out of a kind of inertia of thinking, I think that in military training, wearing sneakers is the most comfortable.

However, the solemn does not think so.

Because every time the guards in the division are triggered to perform tasks, they are wearing officers' three-joint leather shoes. What other units wearing Jiefang shoes can't match.

Zhuang Yan almost immediately decided to work on the students' shoes.

Therefore, there is a scene of swimming in the sea and letting everyone polish their shoes with Vaseline.

Class 15 was the last to appear.

The boys class is the last one.

According to stage conventions, this is the finale, but solemnly knows that the school leaders have never had such an idea, they just keep arranging them in order.

Let the fifteenth class be the finale, unless the school leader's brain kicks the donkey.

When Wang Datong brought the girls' class to the stage, according to the regulations, Zhuang Yan stood up with his students and went from the rest area to the prep area to make the final preparations.

The reserve area was on the other side of the parade road, and no one was around.

Solemnly lined up, then stood in front of everyone, and swept every boy.

"It's a hero or a hero, just look at this time."

No one in the team said a word.

Zhuang Yan said: "What I want to tell you is, remember the key points of the game I told you, the military formation pays attention to the momentum, and the momentum must come out. What is the momentum? You are on the court, even if you make a mistake. Action, don't panic, don't mess up, it's wrong if you're wrong, but you can't lose if you lose, show some man's spirit, the spirit of Taishan's collapse and the same color. Every password must be shouted in your loudest voice Come out and shout out your masculinity, as long as the voice is loud enough and the momentum is strong enough, we will win half the game."

After thinking about it for a while, he said again: "Also remember, it's better to stand at attention or look right, as long as you move your feet, you have to make good use of your leather shoes, make noises, be neat, and be nervous and lively! Understand?"

"Understood!" The boys answered in unison.

"Won the first place this time! Even if you restore the dignity of men, you are also correcting the name of your class. Tell your parents—"

He pointed to the viewing platform.

"Tell your teacher—"

He said solemnly: "Tell everyone here today! You are not trash! You are not cowardly! Not even salted fish!"

"We are not trash!"

"We're not cowards!"

"We are not salted fish!"

The boys were emotionally aroused by the solemnity.

"Tell me!" Zhuang Yan asked loudly, "Do you have the confidence to win the first place!?"

"have!"

"speak louder!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Zhuang Yan's blood boiled, and he continued to roar: "Momentum! Momentum! Momentum!"

The blue veins on the necks of the boys were suffocated: "Momentum! Momentum! Momentum!"

Waving his fist solemnly: "We must win! We must win! We must win!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!" All his students got excited, eager to get on the field.

On the viewing platform in the distance, someone noticed the shouting here, turned their heads and pointed.

Including those teachers, students and school leaders.

Everyone saw the strange team in black leather shoes.

Director Xu couldn't help but quietly leaned into the correction's ear: "Principal, why are Class 15 wearing leather shoes..."

The principal looked at the fifteenth class in the distance with great interest, and said, "We don't seem to be forbidding the wearing of leather shoes, right?"

Director Xu was stunned, nodded and said, "That's..."

"Now, let's invite the boys from the fifteenth class, who is also the last class in today's gymnastics competition!"

Teacher Peng held a hand-held electric horn and shouted in the solemn direction.

"Okay, it's our turn!" Zhuang Yan straightened his clothes: "Come on your spirits! Fight!"

"Fight!" They answered in unison again.

"Stand at attention, look right, look forward, turn right, run!"

A series of passwords are issued.

Twenty-two boys from class 15 formed two columns, and ran neatly to the parade road in front of the rostrum with the solemn "one two one" chant.

When the team entered the concrete-paved military parade road, there was a neat and crisp sound of footsteps in the ears of everyone on the viewing platform.

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Team Captain Wen Zhixing's eyes lit up, staring at the feet of Class 15.

Seeing the leather shoes, the major couldn't help showing a knowing smile.

Everything follows the same pattern.

The same movements as the 29 classes that appeared before, the same three steps, and the same debut procedures.

However, everyone felt as if this class was completely different from the previous ones.

What does that feel like?

It seems that the parade performance on the parade road is not a class of students, but a class of recruits.

Those boys who were beaten with blood, raised their chests like proud little roosters, raised their eyes slightly, and every password seemed to be uttered by the soul in their bodies.

A murderous aura.

A kind of murderous aura that only soldiers possess can actually appear in this group of students.

Although not strong, but faintly heard.

Turn left, turn right, turn back...

walk, run, walk...

Every time the queue moves, every moment when the heels come together ~www.novelmt.com~, the sound made by the feet is so uniform.

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Every sound hits the hearts of every school leader and parent.

On the referee team, whether it was the officers or the school leaders, their eyes were straight.

In the audience, the parents were dumbfounded.

In particular, Director Xu from the teaching office took off his thick glasses, wiped them several times, and put them back on.

Is this a boy from class 15?

This is the one with the worst learning, the worst style of study, the worst discipline, and the worst self-discipline...

What are the worst boys in class 15?

No one would believe this bizarre event if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

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