Chapter 1589 Textbook Pose
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The first day of military training.
After a short break at noon, the afternoon began non-stop and more strenuous training.
In the afternoon, the temperature rose a notch again.
There were already several students with heatstroke sitting in the lounge.
In the archaeology class, there was also a girl who fainted while standing in a military posture because she was physically weak, and was also sent to the lounge.
The rest are still struggling.
What is outrageous is that Zhang Hao's requirements have not been reduced, but have become more stringent.
Someone complained and shouted: "Report the instructor! I would like to ask if you were so demanding when you enlisted in the army?"
"We? Our standards are ten times yours!
You don't have to doubt anything. The standard I set for you completely takes your physical fitness into consideration.
As long as you are willing to work hard and have perseverance, there will be no problem at all. "
Seeing the doubt in the student's eyes, Zhang Hao said indifferently to Ye Hong, "Yeyun, take a standard upright posture for them to study."
Ye Hong nodded, his heels were brought together, and his toes were about 60 degrees apart.
The legs are straight, the lower abdomen is slightly retracted, and the chest is naturally raised.
Upper body upright, slightly leaning forward.
The arms hang down naturally, the fingers are close together and naturally slightly bent, the tip of the thumb is attached to the second section of the index finger, and the middle finger is attached to the seam of the trousers.
The head is straight, the neck is straight, the mouth is closed, the chin is slightly retracted, and the eyes are looking straight ahead.
It seems to be a set of upright posture that is even more standard than in textbooks.
Zhang Hao's eyes flashed with admiration again.
He admitted that even if he had just enlisted in the army, he couldn't achieve the same standards as Ye Hong.
Zhang Hao looked at the dumbfounded students and said lightly, "Your classmate Ye Yun can do it, why can't you do it?"
The students in the Department of Archaeology were very depressed, but they had nothing to say. They could only secretly complain in their hearts why they were in the same class as a pervert like Ye Yun.
So far, no one has complained.
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After sunset, Zhang Hao finally announced the cessation of training.
The nerves of most of the students were loosened, and they all lay on the ground with their backs on their backs, ignoring their appearance at all.
"At seven o'clock in the evening, gather here!"
Zhang Hao's voice scared the students to get up.
"Training at night?!"
Zhang Hao shook his head, with a rare mild smile on his face: "It's not training, you will know the specific content when you come."
With an uneasy mood, the students returned to the playground one after another after dinner.
Everyone was surprised to find that students in each class were asked to form a circle.
Countless circles bloom like flowers on the playground.
The center of each circle is the instructor of each class.
Zhang Hao, who was surrounded by people from the archaeology class, seemed to be a different person. He changed his sternness during the day, like a big brother next door.
He first taught everyone to sing military songs, and then told some interesting stories in the army, which made everyone laugh.
It even took everyone to make several group games, which made the atmosphere of the scene better and better.
After the party, the class had long forgotten that Zhang Hao during the day and called him Lao Zhang from the bottom of his heart.
Those who were more skinny, such as Xiao Cao and others, would directly call him a mouse.
The relationship between Zhang Hao and his classmates is heating up rapidly.
However, this warmth seems to have been beaten back to its original shape the next day.
"Today we're going to walk the square!"
Zhang Hao's roar made the tired crowd tremble.
Everyone touched the hands and feet that hurt after waking up, and secretly complained in their hearts, not knowing what kind of inhuman "torture" they would encounter today.