Rebirth: It's Not You, It's Me

After returning to school, the instructor specially allowed us to rest until the afternoon to continue military training.

In the afternoon, we continued to stand at attention under the scorching sun. Beads of sweat dripped down our cheeks, hit the ground, and evaporated instantly, as if the sweat had never appeared.

The instructor is now supervising from the side.

"Okay, you did a good job today, rest where you are."

"Oh gosh, we can finally take a break!" Everyone acted as if they had been granted amnesty. They quickly picked up their cups to drink water, went to the bathroom, and came back to sit down, not caring whether the floor was clean or not.

Everyone was too tired and sat on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

However, the rest time is short and rare, and after the rest, training continues until dinner time.

After dinner, there was another round of training, and the cycle continued.

On the hottest day, there was no wind at all in the afternoon. Under the scorching sun, the cicadas on the trees were too hot to chirp, and the leaves were motionless. A very thin girl next to me couldn't hold on and fainted. I was quick to support her.

Then she pinned him down. But it was okay, if he had fallen straight down, she would have been injured.

When the instructor saw this, he quickly asked the physical education committee to organize training. He carried the unconscious Jin Lin on his back and asked Song Wan to support me to go to the infirmary to treat the wound.

I didn't want to go at first, but I couldn't resist the instructor's order to go and treat the wound, so I followed him to the infirmary.

Jinlin had hypoglycemia and a little heat stroke. I had some scratches on my palms, arms and knees. Maybe because of my white skin, the wounds were more obvious, but I felt that they were not big. Fortunately, I was sent to the hospital in time, otherwise the wounds would have healed.

After treating the wound, the instructor came over. After consulting the doctor and knowing that both of us were fine, the instructor returned to the playground and continued training.

I was forced to stay in the infirmary for a class before I returned to the playground with Song Wan.

On the way back, I stopped by the supermarket and bought several cool drinks, which I brought to everyone to cool down.

Because the time we returned was exactly during the break time, everyone saw two girls, Song Wan and I, and a wounded man, carrying so many drinks, so they hurried over to take the drinks from us.

The squad leader started asking before he even arrived: "Luo Luo, how are you?" The first to run over were the squad leader and the physical education committee member.

"Luckily I got there in time."

"Is it serious? Can we still train?"

"Otherwise the wound will heal!" I said with a chuckle.

Only then did everyone feel relieved.

"I won't tease you anymore, I'm fine, just a minor injury."

Then he said to the crowd, "This is the sweet water I brought for you. Come and take it to cool down."

When everyone heard what I said, it was as if they had found an antidote to the heat.

I happily came to get the electrolyte water I prepared for the instructors to replenish their energy. I signaled the sports committee to deliver it to the instructors.

In this peaceful atmosphere, an inappropriate voice sounded. Looking over, I saw a dark, thin, petite girl named Zhen Zhen.

"How can you feel good about wasting your family's hard-earned money? Our parents worked hard to send us to school, and it's not for you to spend money lavishly!"

"Besides, the purpose of military training is to strengthen our bodies and let us experience the hardships of military training so that we can better understand the difficulties our parents face. Going to the infirmary for a minor injury not only wastes resources, but also makes boys think that we girls are delicate."

Where did I get this idiot? This is directed at me! I was about to refute, but Song Wan said, "If you don't want to drink it, put it down. No one forced you to drink it. Besides, Luo Luo was injured to protect Jin Lin. If she was injured, why didn't she go to the infirmary but to your home? Can your home be used for treatment? Don't say that this is moral kidnapping."

Then the sports committee member who had just delivered the things arrived and said, "Everyone is doing military training. No one is deliberately avoiding it. Everyone is exercising themselves. Ren Luoluo saw that everyone was excited, so he bought drinks for everyone at his own expense. Did he buy the wrong one?"

"Thank you all for helping me out." He turned to Zhen Zhen and said, "Your parents have a hard life. Just be filial to them. There's no need to blackmail me morally. I won't buy it. Besides, I don't have the hobby of eating hardship. Besides, my parents make money so that I don't suffer."

After saying that, he took the drink back from her hand.

"If you want to eat it without suffering, no one will stop you. Just eat it yourself. You don't have to try to trick me. I never accept coercion. So please be frugal with your green tea skills." After saying that, he walked into the crowd without looking back.

Song Wan gave me a thumbs up: "She looks soft and cool, but she's really ruthless when she speaks. Every word she says is a pearl. Look at that green tea girl, her face is twisted with anger."

When I'm with friends, I'm of course very blunt and say, "I'm holding back on this. If you touch my bottom line and still hang around in front of me, you're just looking for excitement."

"Under the weak appearance, there is a mine that can explode at any time!" The squad leader who came over also interrupted to express his opinion.

There were some minor incidents, but they did not affect the military training.

Since there are only a few days left in the military training, and also considering that everyone has been training very hard these days, the instructors of each class have agreed not to train tonight and instead to form a circle based on class.

Start singing songs and performing shows.

The instructor taught us to sing revolutionary songs, and nearby classes competed.

The students in our class also started to make a scene at the instructor from the next class. Some of them shouted, "If you are asked to sing, you should sing. It's not appropriate to be so shy. What's wrong with that?"

Another group of people shouted, "Like a girl!" After several times, the instructor from the next class also performed red songs.

Then everyone started playing games, such as Drop the Handkerchief, and the loser performed a show.

Everyone forms a circle, and one person holds a piece of cloth and walks behind everyone, singing as they walk: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, gently place it behind the child, don't tell her, don't tell her."

Then put the cloth behind others and start running. The person where the cloth is placed will stand up and start chasing, turning in a circle. If you can catch up with the person in the middle, you win. If not, you lose.

When playing this game, I am the focus that everyone throws at me, but I can run. No one, whether boy or girl, can outrun me.

So someone suggested that the cultural and arts committee member perform, and everyone applauded.

I walked to the middle, put my ponytail down, and prepared to perform jazz dance. The music sounded, the dynamic music attracted the attention of many classes around, and I released myself to the beat of the music.

Because jazz is an extrovert dance, with a fast and dynamic rhythm, it fits the current scene very well, and everyone was excited. Some clapped and beat the rhythm, some took out their mobile phones to record, and some whistled.

After this song, I became famous in college. Many classes far away also began to move closer to this place.

At this time, everyone looked very proud and called my name: "Luo Luo, one more!"

"Luo Luo, one more!"

"Luo Luo, one more!"

Just as I was about to sit back down, I heard Song Wan's voice: "The time has come to bring glory to our class, Luo Luo, do one more!" Then she pushed me to the center of the crowd.

More and more people gathered, and instructors from other classes brought their own teams over and surrounded our class.

I picked up the microphone and asked with a smile, "Do you still want to see the dance?"

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison, a deafening response.