I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"If he really brought them, then this Wu Hanfeng is probably not simple," Liu Zhen said slowly.

"It's more than just extraordinary." Han Song stared at the relaxed veteran from the second term on the track. "He's been in and out four times, and he's only in the second term for core training. He's also followed by four soldiers he trained—this resume doesn't look like that of an ordinary veteran at all."

"If he wasn't ordinary, why didn't he become a non-commissioned officer before? Why did he have to repeatedly enlist and be discharged?"

The others were equally puzzled upon hearing this.

That's so weird.

Meanwhile, on the runway...

"Make sure you all act convincingly," Wu Hanfeng whispered to the four people behind him while maintaining a steady pace of running.

Zhao Yihang was taken aback for a moment: "What are you pretending for?"

"Pretend to be tired." Wu Hanfeng gestured with his chin towards the other trainees around him. "Look at them, aren't they all sweating profusely, gritting their teeth, and acting like they're about to die?"

"Look at the four of you, you've run two kilometers and not a drop of sweat on your faces, like you're on a spring outing. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Qian Kun glanced at a second-regiment trainee next to him, whose face was flushed, sweat was pouring down his face, and he was breathing heavily like an old ox pulling a broken cart. He nodded seriously: "It's really not suitable."

"So, let's all put on a show of suffering."

"Frown your brow, open your mouth and breathe heavily, take slightly heavier steps, and pretend to be struggling. Don't overact, just be natural."

Ma Teng scratched his head: "Brother Feng, how far along are you in the performance? Are you a little tired or about to die?"

"It's somewhere between being a little tired and feeling like I'm about to die. It's that feeling of being able to persevere but also trying my best. You know?"

Sun Dawei: "Reporting to Brother Feng, my acting skills aren't very good. I've never been good at lying since I was a child. Every time I cheated on a test, I would get caught by the teacher because I blushed..."

"I didn't ask you to lie, I asked you to act tired! Do you understand what tiredness is? Just act out the feeling of physical exhaustion beforehand." Wu Hanfeng glared at him with exasperation. "If you really can't do it, just think about the time you threw up during the 10km armed run and recall how you felt then."

Sun Dawei carefully recalled his experience of vomiting during the last 10km run in full gear, and his face turned pale at a visible speed.

"Yes! That's the expression!" Wu Hanfeng nodded in satisfaction. "Keep it!"

Zhao Yihang quickly got into the zone.

His acting skills are the best among the four. After all, he is the son of Division Commander Zhao Yuanchao. He often outwits his father at home, so his basic acting skills are solid.

He adjusted his breathing, his mouth slightly opened, his brows furrowed gently, and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

He instantly transformed from a leisurely old man taking a stroll into a warrior gritting his teeth and persevering, yet without being on the verge of collapse—he struck the perfect balance.

Qian Kun then began to perform.

However, his acting skills were far inferior to Zhao Yihang's. His brows were furrowed too tightly, making it look less like he was running and more like he was finally squatting on the toilet after being constipated for three days, looking both painful and ferocious. He was overdoing it.

"Take it easy," Wu Hanfeng said with a laugh. "The way you look, anyone who didn't know better would think you were about to give birth."

Qian Kun relaxed his brows slightly, looking aggrieved: "Brother Feng, I just wanted to make my acting more realistic..."

"Realistic doesn't mean exaggerated! Look at Ma Teng, he acted very well."

Ma Teng did a good job acting.

He didn't deliberately change his expression, but adjusted the rhythm of his steps, landing slightly heavier with each step and less cushioning his knees, making him look more substantial.

With his already slender build, when he ran, it really gave the impression that he was almost exhausted but still pushing himself to the limit.

Sun Dawei is in trouble.

His performance style is the most genuine—he truly exhausts himself.

He replayed the experience of vomiting during his run in his mind over and over again. The more he recalled it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The more uncomfortable he felt, the paler his face became, and finally, even his breathing became rapid.

This represents the pinnacle of method acting—directly immersing oneself in the role.

"That's enough, Dawei, calm down, don't really push yourself to the limit," Wu Hanfeng quickly called out.

Sun Dawei breathed a sigh of relief, and his complexion slowly returned to normal.

In this way, the group switched from their strolling mode to their perseverance mode. Although it was still different from the real agony of the other students around them, at least it wasn't as conspicuous.

On the reviewing stand, the four company commanders were all a little confused as they watched the five men suddenly become normal.

"They... seemed pretty relaxed just now, why are they suddenly panting?" Du Hong tilted his head in confusion.

Han Song put down his binoculars, a meaningful smile appearing on his face: "He's faking it."

"Is it an act?"

"Hmm. I guess he felt a little embarrassed because he ran so easily, so he started acting. Look at the one with the most exaggerated expression—"

Han Song pointed at Qian Kun: "His expression is too forced. A truly exhausted person doesn't have that expression. A truly exhausted person is numb; the muscles in their face are sagging. The way he's gritting his teeth, it's obviously an act."

Du Hong turned his gaze back to the track, staring at it for a while before taking a deep breath: "So they ran nearly two kilometers without breaking a sweat, and now they're pretending to be tired just to fit in?"

"It seems so."

Silence fell once again on the viewing platform.

The four squadron leaders looked at the five people on the track who were trying their best to act tired, and their expressions were more complicated than the other.

On the first day of registration, we were required to run five kilometers in full gear. After running less than a third of the way, we felt embarrassed because we had run too easily, so we all started to put on a show.

What kind of amazing student is this?