Going back to 18, demanding 30,000 yuan in compensation from the school beauty.

On the way to the infirmary, Lin Zhao sighed, realizing that calling Xing Zhou along was the right thing to do.

Xu Ting is too heavy!

Because of the difference between men and women, Lin Zhao and He Ruiqi didn't dare to use too much force while supporting her, so it was very difficult for them the whole time.

At this point, the role of the strong queen Xing Zhou becomes apparent.

She carried the girl for more than half the distance by herself, and when she put her down, she didn't blush or pant, appearing completely relaxed.

Lin Zhao even suspected that she agreed to let the two boys take over simply because she felt it would be embarrassing for them to have done nothing the whole way.

Xing Zhou: I'm not that kind of delicate girl!

Lin Zhao: ...

He Ruiqi: ...

Upon arriving at the school clinic, the school doctor diagnosed Xu Ting with heatstroke, saying that she felt much better after taking some Huoxiang Zhengqi Water (a traditional Chinese medicine).

The doctor gave me another sick leave note, and I can enjoy the privilege of sitting in the shade on the rostrum during the rest of the military training.

After leaving the school hospital, Lin Zhao told Xu Ting to go back to her dormitory to rest, but the girl was too scared and insisted on going back to the playground, so Lin Zhao had no choice but to give in to her.

Back in formation, the instructors had already returned.

Lin Zhao reported the situation truthfully.

The instructor already knew the situation and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the student was alright—if something had happened to the student during training and he, as the instructor, hadn't been there, the consequences would have been dire.

But since nothing has happened, that's a different story.

At that moment, the instructor didn't say anything, but simply told the three students to return to their positions.

Then they suddenly announced that we had to stand at attention for half an hour!

Everyone took a deep breath at the same time, but no one dared to argue, both because they had anticipated this and because Liang Junlei had served as a cautionary tale.

Everyone could only stand there silently.

I stood there for less than five minutes.

"Report!" someone shouted from the formation.

"speak!"

"I need to poop!"

"puff……"

Everyone broke down at the same time, bursting into laughter.

Because the students weren't very familiar with each other, and because they couldn't turn around while standing at attention, many people didn't know who this formidable person was. Only a few people next to Lin Zhao seemed to have caught a whiff of something amiss.

"Quiet! Stand still!"

The instructor shouted with a dark face.

The formation fell silent once again.

"You, step forward!"

Lin Zhao assumed a standard military posture, turned around, jogged, and strode out of the ranks.

"What's your name?"

"Reporting, Instructor, it's Lin Zhao!"

"Fifty push-ups, get down!"

"yes!"

Without saying a word, Lin Zhao lay down on the spot.

Only then did the students realize who had reported it!

The boys were all thinking how awesome Lin was, while the girls were all recalling the scene from half an hour earlier when he shouted to go to the infirmary.

Lin Zhao strained as he did push-ups, and the instructor watched him count.

The students can take this opportunity to relax and unwind.

Although Lin Zhao was physically fit, doing fifty push-ups was still quite difficult. However, she gritted her teeth and finished them, but her hands trembled as if she had Parkinson's disease during the last ten.

"Reporting, Instructor, mission accomplished!"

He stood up, his posture upright, his face flushed, panting, but there was no trace of resentment on his face.

The instructor was impressed with the kid, and his anger had long since dissipated.

"Return to the team!"

"Reporting, Instructor!"

"What is it now?"

"...I really need to poop!"

"puff--"

The whole class burst into laughter again!

……

When Lin Zhao returned from the restroom, the whole class was already resting.

Moreover, this time the treatment was improved; they were given a special place to rest in the shade in front of the podium.

As soon as Lin Zhao came into view, several boys stood up, baring their teeth and shouting "Brother Lin" at him.

The girls all looked at him, each with a different expression.

"Brother Lin, are you done taking a dump? I thought you fell into the pit!" Liang Junlei shouted at him.

Lin Zhao kicked him, yelling, "Then why don't you go bail me out!"

Liang Junlei yelled, "Damn it, how am I supposed to know which toilet or which stall you're in? What if I kick the wrong door and kick someone else into the stall?"

Lin Zhao yelled that she wanted to kick his shit out, and launched a series of flying kicks. The two chased and fought each other.

The students laughed so hard they were doubled over, until the instructor couldn't stand it anymore and came over to scold them, saying that they should pay attention to discipline even during breaks, and only then did they quiet down.

After what happened that day, Lin Zhao could clearly feel that the attitudes of all his classmates towards him had changed.

When walking down the street, he would occasionally run into girls from his class who would greet him.

It made him very embarrassed because he couldn't remember all their names, so he could only wave and make noises, laughing like the neighbor's dog.

The boys became particularly fond of going to 316. Every time they went, they would gather around his desk, joke around with him, get scolded, and then leave laughing.

He Ruiqi saw this and knew that his roommate's position as class monitor was pretty much secured.

After a week of training that left me looking disheveled and exhausted.

The Dragon King, who had been shirking his duties, finally appeared, grumbling and cursing, after being earnestly called upon by thousands of new students.

The torrential rain started in the latter half of the night.

By daybreak, although the rain had subsided, the entire campus was flooded, making training impossible.

Each class quickly received the news: a day off, time to tidy up their dormitories.

"oh--"

Cheers resounded throughout the dormitory area.

Then he was subjected to a barrage of insults from the upperclassmen in the same building.

After all, many people had just gone to sleep, while others had to brave the rain to go to class.

Boys' dormitory.

Just as the students in room 314 next door were getting ready to play cards, Zhou Rui suddenly came over to announce that there would be a class meeting at 9 o'clock in the first teaching building.

No one dared to say anything, after all, the counselor was finally about to appear and officially meet everyone.

Nine o'clock, in a classroom in the first teaching building.

A full week after the start of the semester, the 35 freshmen of the Journalism Department of the School of Humanities finally met their counselor—Zhu Mingna, an associate professor in the Journalism Department, a middle-aged woman in her forties with a slightly plump figure.

Zhu Mingna is not tall and has heavy makeup and hair, which is not in line with the students' expectations of a university professor and journalism scholar.

But Zhu Mingna clearly didn't care about any of that. She spoke fluently, acted boldly, and even skipped the part where her classmates introduced themselves.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to get to know each other in the future, so there's no need to go through this formality!"

Zhu Mingna turned around, wrote her phone number on the blackboard, and said, swinging her wavy hair, "If you have any problems, feel free to call me. As your counselor, I'll do my best to help you!"

After saying that, he succinctly announced two things.

First, after the military training is over, we will hold another class meeting to elect class monitor, academic representative, and other class officers.

Secondly, the school has already started the application process for student grants, which are 1500 yuan per semester. Students in need can fill out an application form, and there are a total of 7 places available for 20% of the students in the class.

"Zhou Rui and Zhang Fei, come back to the office with me in a bit to get the forms. Students who need to apply, please contact these two to fill them out!"

After Zhu Mingna finished giving the instructions, she announced the end of the meeting, completely unaware that the atmosphere in the class became strange after hearing her last sentence.

A class meeting lasting less than ten minutes was like a sudden rain shower, leaving students who were used to teachers giving repeated instructions and instructions quite surprised.

It only dawned on me later: "Are all university professors this decisive and efficient?"

Geng Ziye also complained in the dormitory.

He Ruiqi said, "Of course, personality also plays a role, but university professors are definitely not as responsible as high school teachers! High school teachers try their best to ensure that everyone receives their message, but university professors only need to make sure the message is sent out; whether it is received or not is your problem!"

Geng Ziye clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying that people are cold-hearted.

He Ruiqi just sneered.

Lin Zhao remained silent until the way to the cafeteria, when he found an opportunity to ask Li Shun, "Are you applying for the scholarship? If you're too shy, I can go to room 341 to get the form for you."

Li Shun blushed and paled as he was asked the question, too embarrassed to look up.

Finally, she spoke softly, "I...I'll go get it myself, thank you, Brother Lin..."

Lin Zhao frowned: Brother Lin?!

This guy is a year older than me, so why is he starting to call me "brother"?