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Lu Yuan finally found the floor where the counselor's office was located.

It was lunchtime, and the corridor was quiet, but the door to the counselor's office was ajar, and the soft sounds of typing and flipping through documents could be heard from inside.

Lu Yuan walked to the door and knocked twice gently.

"Please come in."

The counselor's slightly tired voice could be heard coming from inside.

The counselor's name is Zhao Lin. She is said to have just finished her postgraduate studies and has been a counselor for less than two years, so her experience is relatively limited.

However, he is a very easy person to talk to.

Lu Yuan pushed open the door and entered, only to see the counselor frowning at the computer screen, with a thick stack of freshman files beside him.

She looked up and saw Lu Yuan. She rubbed her temples and forced a smile: "It's Lu Yuan? Have you had lunch? Why aren't you resting?"

"Hello, Teacher Zhao, I've just eaten." Lu Yuan said respectfully, half-jokingly, "It's only the beginning of the semester, and I was worried you might be too busy, so I thought I'd come and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Upon hearing this, a hint of appreciation flashed in Teacher Zhao's eyes.

Without any hesitation, he pointed to a pile of newly opened file folders next to him: "Since you're here, could you help me sort these files by student ID number? I still have some materials to finish."

"No problem, leave it to me." Lu Yuan readily agreed, put down his phone, and skillfully began to organize.

As he deftly sorted through the files, he mentally prepared his explanation.

He knew these university counselors all too well. If a counselor didn't bring up the "model class candidate" thing, it meant there were rules from above that absolutely couldn't be revealed in advance.

If you foolishly ask directly, "Is our class going to be a model class?", you will not only get no answer, but you will also appear impatient and have ulterior motives, and may even arouse the counselor's dislike.

Therefore, he had to take a roundabout approach.

"Teacher Zhao," Lu Yuan said casually, placing the neatly organized files on the corner of the table, "By the way, there seems to be a small problem in our dorm lately. The faucet on the balcony keeps dripping, and it's quite noisy at night. I was wondering what the procedure is for reporting repairs at our school?"

Teacher Zhao, staring at the computer screen, replied without looking up, "Just register it with the dormitory supervisor, or submit a work order to the logistics department. Usually, someone will come to fix it within a day or two."

"Okay, I've got it." Lu Yuan nodded and continued working.

The two worked together in silence for a while. After they had almost finished organizing the files, Lu Yuan picked up a rag and wiped the dust off the pen holders and file boxes on Teacher Zhao's desk.

This action completely dispelled Teacher Zhao's last bit of vigilance.

She stopped what she was doing, leaned back in her chair, and looked at the organized and well-mannered boy in front of her. She couldn't help but sigh, "Students from your Clothing Engineering Class 1 are so meticulous. No wonder your instructor gave your class such a high evaluation today."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan paused slightly in his movements, but maintained a humble smile on his face.

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He casually put down the rag, feigning curiosity and distress, and said softly, "Really? I thought the instructor was unhappy with us. We stood at attention all morning, and everyone's legs were trembling. The instructor didn't say a word and was frighteningly strict. I thought we did something wrong and angered him."

Teacher Zhao looked at him, a meaningful smile flashing in her eyes.

She picked up the thermos on the table, took a sip of water, and said slowly, "Your instructor is a veteran who has been retired for many years. His leadership style has always been tough. If he were really dissatisfied with you, he wouldn't have spent so much energy on you."

Lu Yuan keenly grasped the subtext of her words, feeling reassured, but outwardly remained calm as he probed, "You mean... the instructors are giving us special training?"

Teacher Zhao shook her head, her tone becoming more serious. She held up three fingers and waved them in front of Lu Yuan: "Your instructors do want to push your class up, but the honor of 'Model Class' isn't something you can get just by having an instructor recommend you. In this year's freshmen, there are more than a dozen candidate classes jointly nominated by instructors and counselors."

Lu Yuan was secretly startled. More than a dozen? The competition was even fiercer than he had imagined.

Teacher Zhao looked at him and continued, "Only one-third will ultimately be selected. The school wants to see the final performance, the spirit and energy. Judging from your class's training level today..." She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her sharp gaze fixed on Lu Yuan, "...it's still a bit lacking."

"Almost there?" Lu Yuan immediately replied, his attitude sincere as he asked for advice. "Teacher Zhao, could you give us some specific guidance? None of us are sure right now, but if we really have a chance, we'll definitely do our best to seize it."

Seeing Lu Yuan's humble attitude in seeking advice, Teacher Zhao nodded in satisfaction.

She pointed out the window towards the playground and said, "Your instructors are testing your limits with high pressure. But military training isn't just about rote memorization. Although your class has a good foundation and is good-looking, your teamwork and the explosive power of your slogans are still lacking. If you can't rein in this lax attitude and develop cohesion in the next few days, even if the instructors want to protect you, you won't be able to perform well in the final show."

"I understand, thank you for your guidance, Teacher Zhao." Lu Yuan nodded solemnly.

These words contain a great deal of information.

This not only confirmed that Class 1 of the Clothing Engineering program was indeed a candidate for model class, but also clarified the next goals:

As long as the training results are good during this period and the team cohesion is developed, everyone can perform on stage at the end of the military training and finish the training with perfect results.

However, at the same time, Teacher Zhao also pointed out the current shortcomings without reservation.

There were many candidate classes, but only one-third were selected in the end, and based on today's performance, their class was "almost there".

This is both a test and an opportunity.

Lu Yuan thanked Teacher Zhao again, said he would take care of the "faucet repair" matter immediately, and then turned and left the office.

Stepping out of the administration building, the afternoon sun shone on him, and Lu Yuan felt full of energy.

It wasn't that Lu Yuan was determined to be a role model or needed a perfect military training score, but rather that he was currently the only one who knew this information.

While everyone was still complaining about the military training, he stepped forward to reassure them, saying that if he could lead the class to be selected as a model class in the military training and win honors, he would basically become the backbone of the class.

These classmates will be a great help in whatever I want to do in university in the future.