On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

The river of time never stops for anyone, carrying whistles, sweat, and increasingly synchronized steps forward.

The day of the military parade that will mark the end of military training is getting closer and closer.

As the leaves of the sycamore trees by the playground began to turn yellow, and as the morning dew carried a heavier chill, everyone realized that this period of camouflage was about to come to an end.

The final training session was not only not less intense, but also placed extremely demanding requirements on each individual's endurance, concentration, and the overall coordination and uniformity of the formation due to the inclusion of large-scale combined drills.

The angle of the turn, the height of the arm swing, the length of the stride, the force of the kick, and even the direction of the gaze all require hundreds of repetitions until they become muscle memory, until the entire company is like a living entity with a unified will.

However, unlike the complaints during the first military training, there was not a single complaint to be heard now.

A kind of fuel called "collective honor" has been injected into everyone's blood.

It drives them to grit their teeth when they are tired, to persevere in the monotony, and to willingly hone themselves and the team again and again for a more perfect collaboration.

Chen Mo remained the reassuring anchor in the formation.

His movements were always textbook perfect, his breathing steady, and his eyes sharp and focused.

As long as he is in the queue, the students around him seem to have a backbone, and their own movements become more confident.

With his meticulous guidance and precise instruction, Su Yuqing also made rapid progress.

Her originally graceful figure was now imbued with strength and resilience; every movement was clean and crisp, combining softness with strength.

In the sunlight, her focused expression and the glistening beads of sweat on her forehead made her seem to radiate a glow from within.

Wang Lan poured out his excess energy without reservation.

Not only did he perform his movements with great vigor, but during breaks, he also livened up the atmosphere with his unique witty banter, always eliciting bursts of laughter and greatly relieving the fatigue and pressure of training. He has become an indispensable morale regulator in the team.

Li Zhe adjusted his glasses less frequently, and instead focused intently on the back of the student in front of him to calibrate his own position in the queue.

He perfectly transferred that rigorous spirit of studying to the training field, striving for precision in every movement, with remarkable results.

The girls' group's performance was even more impressive.

Whether it was the lively Lin Xiaoxiao, the straightforward Zhou Yue, or the quiet Zhao Ya, they all unified their expressions and movements under this camouflage uniform.

Their formation was impressive and their strength was in no way inferior to that of the boys.

Everyone is preparing for the final test!

Finally, the day of the military parade arrived.

The heavens were truly on our side this day.

Today's sky is a clear, deep blue, as if it were specially prepared for the celebration, with a few wisps of clouds resembling a silver veil casually draped by a goddess.

The autumn sun, generous and gentle, casts its golden rays, bringing warmth to the earth.

A huge dais stood on the north side, with a red banner fluttering slightly in the wind. School leaders, military representatives, and instructors were already seated.

At this moment, what they could see was a camouflage formation composed of all the freshmen.

The formations, organized by department and company, were divided into more than a dozen neat camouflage blocks, like soldiers on a chessboard awaiting inspection, quietly laid out on the wide parade ground.

The air was thick with the astringent scent of grass, the earthy aroma of soil, the warmth of the sun, and a palpable tension and excitement, almost solidifying into a tangible mass. Each formation was a world unto itself.

The team in the eight-year clinical program is characterized by both the sharpness and composure of elites.

The five-year program's formation was larger in scale and brimmed with youthful vigor.

The students from the School of Basic Medical Sciences stood in formation, exuding a scholarly and focused air.

The female students from the School of Nursing displayed both heroic spirit and graceful beauty.

The flags in front of each formation—from the School of Pharmacy and the School of Public Health—fluttered in the breeze like beating hearts.

Without exception, all the new students wore training uniforms that had been repeatedly washed and carefully ironed to ensure sharp edges.

The shoulder line is straight, and the trouser seams are sharp as a knife.

Beneath the brim of their military caps were young, resolute faces, all with a uniform, healthy wheat-colored complexion. Their eyes reflected a mixture of the fatigue from the final sprint of training over the past few days, the tension of an impending battle, and an indomitable flame ignited by extreme training.

They stood silently, like fully drawn bowstrings, only their slightly heaving chests and occasionally tightly pursed lips revealing the turmoil in their hearts.

At 8:00 a.m. sharp, the stirring and majestic "March of the Chinese People's Liberation Army" resounded like a tidal wave, suddenly filling the entire playground and instantly igniting the atmosphere.

Everyone's spirits were lifted.

The host's voice came through the high-fidelity speakers clearly, and the number of each company was read out as if it were the sound of a starting gun.

The first to appear was a formation composed of male students from science and engineering colleges.

Their steps were heavy and powerful, keeping time with the beat of war drums, carrying a primal, masculine impact.

"Strive for self-improvement! Prosperity and flourishing!..." Although they were just students, they shouted slogans like soldiers. The slogans were like tigers roaring in the mountains and forests, making people's eardrums go numb, showing the powerful momentum of the formation.

Next up was a mixed formation of liberal arts and arts colleges.

Their ranks were equally orderly, but their demeanor was more lively.

The slogans were clear and loud, and the steps were light yet elastic, like a refreshing stream, injecting a touch of humanistic beauty and vitality into the solemn parade ground.

The nursing school's formation became the most beautiful sight at the event.

Because there are almost no boys among the freshmen in this college; 99% of them are girls.

Their figures may not be as robust as the boys' formation, but their uprightness and neatness, which come from within, are unique.

Their movements were clean and efficient, their gazes were firm, and their slogans were clear and inspiring: "Angels in white, striving to be the first!"

Their appearance earned them exceptionally enthusiastic applause from the stands, a double tribute to their future careers and their present brilliance.

Each formation that passed by brought a different visual and auditory impact.

Like rivers from different basins, they eventually flow into this ocean of military parade, together playing a magnificent symphony of youth.

On the stands, the school leaders smiled and exchanged approving glances and nodded slightly at the outstanding students.

This military parade not only showcased the talent of the new students, but also demonstrated the spirit of the new blood in this century-old prestigious university. (End of Chapter)