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Lu Yuan's ability to harmonize the atmosphere not only won the approval of his classmates, but also quietly won the hearts of his instructors.

This bronze-skinned instructor was a stern and extremely serious tough guy.

Pragmatism is his true nature. In his eyes, whether leading troops or teaching students, one must never be mediocre and must strive for excellence.

But he was, after all, a straightforward and rough man who didn't know how to strike a balance between "strictness" and "leniency".

While high-intensity training can certainly temper one's will, it inevitably arouses strong resentment among students.

Over time, this antagonistic sentiment will inevitably reduce the efficiency of military training.

Fortunately, Lu Yuan broke the deadlock with his high emotional intelligence.

After Lu Yuan secured a more reasonable rest period for everyone, when they returned to training, the students complained significantly less, and the quality of their movements improved dramatically.

So, during short breaks, the instructors would intentionally or unintentionally walk up to Lu Yuan, talk to him, and listen to his thoughts on training.

Lu Yuan wasn't intimidated. He smiled and said calmly, "Instructor, you're a great instructor. Who doesn't want to be number one? But military training is still unfamiliar to us. Pushing the intensity to the limit all at once is too much for everyone, both physically and mentally. Haste makes waste, so you need to give us a period of adjustment."

Instructor Zhao immediately realized the truth in these words.

He did overlook the vulnerability of these college students and was used to holding them to the same standards as new recruits.

Lu Yuan paused, then added, "However, as long as everyone has a clear goal and knows to work together towards the same goal, a little hardship and fatigue are completely acceptable. The most important thing is effective communication. For example, we all want to be friends with you, Instructor, but you also have to treat us as friends, right?"

"That makes sense." Instructor Zhao nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

He had to admit that Lu Yuan was a clear-headed guy with extremely high emotional intelligence. He could always resolve complex and sharp conflicts without making things worse.

As the afternoon training drew to a close, according to procedure, everyone needed to gather at the main training ground and listen to the head instructor's speech before being dismissed.

Before that, the instructor finally "took pity" and allowed everyone to sit down in the shade of the tree.

He looked around at the group of sweaty young people, cleared his throat, and said, "Classmates, I think your class has a good spirit and a lot of resilience. I plan to recommend you for the title of 'Model Military Training Class' and participate in the school-wide performance in a few days."

"Model class?"

"A performance?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up instantly, and their fatigue vanished.

Everyone knows that this is the highest collective honor during military training.

The instructor's tone was noticeably more amiable, and a barely perceptible smile even appeared at the corners of his mouth: "I had you practice all day today, and apart from a few students who were a little lacking, most of you performed very well. Keep up the good work in the next few days, and I'm sure you'll be in the model class."

The praise immediately lifted everyone's spirits, and even the air seemed to lighten.

Lu Yuan astutely seized this opportunity to boost morale and quickly said loudly, "Since the instructor values ​​us so much, what should we say?"

"What did you say?" Some people hadn't even reacted yet.

"Thank you, instructor!" Lu Yuan shouted, leading the way.

"Haha! Thank you, instructor!"

The whole class immediately understood, burst into laughter, and thanked them in unison.

The instructor almost lost his composure, his face flushed, and he waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

Only then did the barrier between teachers and students completely disappear, and they got along extremely well.

Moreover, in order to strive for the goal of becoming a "model class", they will definitely be more motivated in the following training.

Afternoon classes finally ended, and everyone was exhausted. Lu Yuan and his roommates dragged their heavy steps to the cafeteria for lunch.

During this time, he didn't forget to take out his phone and chat with Ye Yixian via text message.

In contrast, Ye Yixian's class did not have so many ups and downs during their military training. They started practicing military boxing in an orderly manner on the first day.

Lu Yuan wanted to share the tense yet unexpected events on the playground today with Ye Yixian, but after enthusiastically typing a lot of words on the screen, he realized that he couldn't make it interesting no matter what.

Words are ultimately cold and impersonal. Even a great writer might not be able to improvise and write with emotion.

Suddenly, Lu Yuan missed Ye Yixian very much.

I really want to talk to her in person, I really want to hug her and tell her all these trivial yet vivid experiences.

Having been apart for only a few days, Lu Yuan already felt a deep sense of longing, and even the noisy sounds of the cafeteria seemed distant.

Just then, a few people hurriedly walked into the empty seat next to him, interrupting his thoughts.

Lu Yuan turned his head and saw that it was Jiang Yun and several members of his "protest squad".

"Brother Yuan!"

"Brother Yuan, are we alright sitting here?"

They all grinned and jokingly approached Lu Yuan, eager to sit down and eat with him.

They called him "Brother Yuan" so naturally, clearly after the afternoon's commotion, they were completely won over by Lu Yuan and wholeheartedly supported him.

"Hehe, have a seat, have a seat."

Lu Yuan accepted all offers, which was exactly the effect he wanted.

Just then, Ning Xiao, Xu Lingjing, and a large group of girls passed by and, seeing the scene, simply sat down as well, making the crowded long table lively.

After the military training ended, Xu Lingjing took off her heavy military training cap.

Her sweat-dampened temples clung to her fair cheeks, but instead of looking disheveled, they exuded a unique charm.

She has a very good figure; the moment she sits here, it's impossible to look away.

The girls chatted excitedly, their words filled with gratitude towards Lu Yuan.

They were especially grateful to Lu Yuan for securing rest time for everyone and for bringing them closer to their instructor. This meant that future training would definitely not be so difficult, and they might even achieve good results.

However, this joyous scene was witnessed by a pair of envious eyes not far away.

Sitting in a distant seat, Gu Xingzhou stared intently at Lu Yuan, feeling extremely resentful as he watched him being fawned over by the crowd.

In his view, Lu Yuan was just talking and spouting sweet words, so why did he gain so many people's support?

"Brother Zhou, should we go and eat with Lu Yuan too?"

Gu Xingzhou's roommate couldn't help but ask, his eyes revealing a hint of longing for Lu Yuan's connections.

Gu Xingzhou was furious, but dared not show it lest others discover his jealousy of Lu Yuan. He could only snort coldly, "Where are there so many seats? Will we even have room if we go over there?"

"That's true."

The area was indeed full. My roommates sighed regretfully and said, "We'd better hurry tomorrow and grab a seat next to Lu Yuan."

"Yes, opportunity waits for no one."

The roommates immediately agreed.

Although I don't know what good opportunities Lu Yuan has, I feel that it will definitely not be a loss to build a good relationship with him.

They had no idea that these words had nearly choked Gu Xingzhou to death.

Gu Xingzhou gritted his teeth, watching Lu Yuan's relaxed and cheerful demeanor, inwardly roaring: We're all human, how can there be such a huge difference?!