Chapter Thirty-Five Humiliation

  Chapter Thirty-Five Humiliation

  "Mm." Mu Qinglan responded softly, her face red as she lay down obediently on the grass under the tree's shade.

  Zhao Yang didn't show any restraint either, directly reaching out to massage Mu Qinglan's calf. He was clear-headed and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

  Zhao Yang's massage technique was extremely skilled, almost more sophisticated than those of the masters. In just a short while, Mu Qinglan felt her entire body gradually relaxing, and the fatigue in her body slowly disappearing.

  Zhao Yang simply pressed Mu Qinglan's legs, arms and back for a while, stopping after about ten minutes.

  "Alright, Qing Lan. Get up."

  "Ah. Zhao Yang, thank you! I feel much better now." Mu Qinglan sat up, smiling and thanked Zhao Yang. Her entire spirit was visibly much better than before, her whole body's fatigue had been swept away.

  "Hehe, don't mention it. Remember to get some rest early tonight, and I guarantee you won't feel any discomfort tomorrow morning," Zhao Yang said with a smile. Unfortunately, his cultivation was still in the foundation-building stage, and his internal energy had not yet transformed into true qi; otherwise, incorporating true qi into the massage technique would have been even more effective.

  "Uh-huh! Got it." Mu Qinglan replied sweetly.

  In the following days, students of the 'Business Administration' major truly experienced the harshness of the 'Black-faced Instructor'. During military training, not a single bit of face was given, and these students were trained to the point of exhaustion.

  The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and many students were sweating profusely on the playground for military training.

  "Attention! At ease. Now rest for fifteen minutes, dismissed!"

  The word "dismissed" was like music to the ears of all the students in the business management class, and everyone cheered as they rushed to the nearby tree-shaded lawn, each finding their water bottles under the trees and drinking water in big gulps.

  "Qing Lan, what's wrong with you? You look like you're not feeling well." Zhao Yang walked over to Mu Qing Lan and sat down beside her, asking anxiously as he looked at Mu Qing Lan's slightly pale face.

  "Zhao Yang, I'm fine. Don't worry." Mu Qinglan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

  Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang's expression immediately turned serious and he said: "Qing Lan, are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the infirmary for a check-up."

  "Zhao Yang, I'm really fine. It's just that... it came. So I'm a bit uncomfortable, but it's okay." Seeing Zhao Yang being so concerned about her, Mu Qinglan felt a warmth in her heart, although she was a bit shy, and she still managed to hint at the reason for her discomfort with a slight twist of her body.

  Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment before he realized what Mu Qinglan was referring to. He couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

  "Qing Lan, are you having your period? If it's really unbearable, let's ask the instructor for a leave of absence."

  Mù Qīng Lán nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "Yeah. It's a bit painful. But it's okay, just grit your teeth and it'll pass."

  Looking at Mu Qinglan's slightly stubborn and strong-willed little face, Zhao Yang shook his head slightly and said: "Alright then, but if you really feel uncomfortable, don't force yourself. Take a leave when you need to."

  "Mm, don't worry, I'll be careful!" Mu Qinglan smiled at Zhao Yang. The feeling of being cared for made her entire heart feel warm and cozy, and her physical discomfort seemed to ease a lot.

  The ten-minute break passed quickly. With Wei Wu's "assemble", all the students, although very reluctant, still got up from under the tree and quickly walked to the playground to line up.

  "Attention! At ease! We will now begin our drill training." Wei Wu said expressionlessly with a face as dark as coal.

  "Attention! Right turn! Quick march!"

  At the command of Wei Wu, all the students shouted "One, two, one" in unison and stepped forward with their feet raised high on the scorching hot playground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

  Wei Wu followed closely at the side of the formation, his eyes constantly scanning the rows to see who was not following the rhythm and making mistakes in their steps.

  Suddenly, Wei Wu shouted "At attention!" and all the students stood up with a loud "crack" in unison.

  At this time, Wei Wu suddenly pointed at several people in the team and shouted: "You, you, you, you few come out!"

  Several people who were called out walked out of the ranks. Standing at the very front of the team, Mu Qinglan was among them.

  "What kind of footsteps were you guys walking just now? Not to mention the non-standard posture, even the rhythm was completely messed up! The originally good team was completely disrupted by your few mouse droppings. Now, I want you guys to continue walking alone here until you get both the posture and rhythm right!"

  Wei Wu's face turned cold as he rebuked.

  Those called out by him, including Mu Qinglan and several others, all lowered their heads, then under Wei Wu's "one-two-one" command, continued to practice walking in step in front of the entire class.

  "Haven't you all eaten? You're walking so softly and weakly! With your appearance, it's really a shame for the 'military uniform' on your body. I'm ashamed for you!"

  Wei Wu sarcastically said without mercy.

  Being rebuked by Wei Wu in front of everyone, Mu Qinglan and the others couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Among them, several girls, including Mu Qinglan, had their eyes slightly red. However, they all gritted their teeth and practiced hard.

  Zhao Yang looked at Mu Qinglan in the team, biting her lip and looking stubborn. He felt a little unbearable in his heart. He knew that Mu Qinglan's body was not suitable, and now she was being trained so hard, he really worried about whether Mu Qinglan's body could bear it.

  "Attention! You, fall in!"

  At this time, Wei Wu spoke again, pointing at Mu Qinglan among several people and shouting coldly.

  Bang!

  Mu Qinglan took a step forward immediately and walked out of the formation.

  "Do you know why I let you stand out alone?" Wei Wu asked coldly.

  "Report, I don't know!" Mu Qinglan replied in a crisp voice.

  "Don't know? Alright, then you continue to practice alone for me. Until you figure it out yourself." Wei Wu said, immediately shouting: "Attention! March in place, left-right-left, left-right-left..."

  Mu Qinglan had already realized that she must have made another mistake just now, and was being called out by the instructor to practice alone. A wave of grievance suddenly rose in her heart, and there were hints of tears flashing in her reddened eyes, but she forced herself to endure it, compelling herself to train seriously, following the instructor's commands step by step as she marched in lockstep.

  But just a few steps later, Wei Wu's cold voice came again: "Can't you tell left from right? When stepping out, your hands and feet are on the same side. And what are you doing, walking in place or taking regular steps? Can't you lift your feet higher and take bigger strides? I've never seen anyone as useless as you..."

  Mu Qinglan's body was originally not suitable, and she was in a very sensitive period. She was scolded and reprimanded one after another, and now she was scolded alone again. The grievances in her heart could no longer be tolerated, and the red eyes were instantly filled with tears. Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell out...

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