On the lawn on one side of the playground, the class solemnly watched one by one appear and one by one leave.

I have to say that these classes are very good in training and their levels are quite close.

In fact, in seven days, there are very few subjects that can be trained, and it is impossible to take many compulsory measures like training recruits, so we really can't break up too many gaps in scoring at the level.

As long as you don’t make mistakes, you will basically not be deducted when doing the movements.

The leaders of the faculty group and brigade were responsible for scoring, as well as the principal and the director of the teaching department. The people from the school could not understand military movements at all, so they basically looked at the mental outlook.

This point was weighed countless times before the game.

Even if the boys in Class 15 had a few extra night training sessions, they had to strictly look at the training duration, which was only a dozen hours longer.

After more than ten hours, I won’t be able to play with anything.

Class 15 must win by surprise before they have a chance to win first place.

In addition to morale and mental outlook, there is also whether the command is loud enough.

These solemnities can be thought of, and others can also think of them.

They are all coaches and squad leaders of the teaching brigade, and no one is stupider than anyone else.

That morning, Zhuang Yan saw You Dahai coming in to wash, and heard the crisp footsteps of him stepping on the concrete floor in leather shoes, and suddenly had an idea!

That’s right! Work hard on shoes!

Although there are no regulations on how to wear shoes when you can play games, Zhuangyan found that all classes like to wear sports shoes.

Perhaps out of a kind of thinking inertia, I think that wearing sports shoes is the most comfortable for military training.

However, Zhuang Yan doesn't think so.

Because every time the guard company in the division is touched to perform a mission, they wear the officer's three-joint leather shoes. The neat and consistent and crisp and powerful "slap" sound that comes out during the marching, and the momentum and uniform visual sense are beyond the reach of other units wearing Jiefang shoes.

Zhuang Yan almost immediately decided to work hard on students' shoes.

That's why there was a scene where everyone used Vaseline to polish their leather shoes.

Class 15 is the last one to appear.

The boys' class is the last one.

According to stage convention, this is the finale, but Zhuang Yan knows that the school leaders have never had this idea, but they just arranged it in order.

Let Class 15 be the finale unless the school leader’s brain is kicked by the donkey.

When Wang Datong took the girls' class to the stage, he stood up with his students according to the regulations, from the rest area to the preparation area, making final preparations.

The reserve area is on the other side of the parade road, and there is no one around.

Zhuangyan lined up, then stood in front of everyone, and swept every boy.

"It's a hero or a hero, it depends on this time."

No one in the team said anything.

Zhuang Yan said, "What I want to tell you is to remember the key points of the game I told you. The military ranks pay attention to momentum, and momentum must come out. What is momentum? Even if you make a wrong move, don't panic, don't be confused, and you're wrong. But if you lose, you can't lose. Show some manly spirit, and the spirit of the mountain of Tai collapses before the change of color. Every command must be shouted out in your greatest tone, and shout out your masculinity. As long as the voice is loud enough and the momentum is strong enough, we will win half of the game."

After thinking about it, he said, "Remember, whether it is standing attentive or looking right, as long as you move your feet, you must make good use of your leather shoes and make sounds, be neat, be nervous and lively! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" the boys answered in unison.

"Go to the first place this time! Even if you win back the dignity of men, you will be the name of your class and tell your parents--"

He pointed to the viewing platform.

"Tell your teacher-"

Zhuangyan said: "Tell everyone here today! You are not trash! You are not cowardly! And you are not salty fish!"

"We're not trash!"

"We are not cowards!"

"We are not salted fish!"

The boys were stirred up by solemnity.

"Tell me!" Zhuang Yan asked loudly: "Win first, do you have confidence?"

"have!"

"Speak louder!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Zhuang Yan himself became excited and continued to roar: "Momentum! Momentum! Momentum!"

The boys held up all the veins on their necks: "Momentum!Momentum!Momentum!"

He waved his fists solemnly: "We will win! We will win! We will win!"

"I will win! I will win! I will win!" All his students became excited, and they were ready to go on stage immediately.

On the viewing platform in the distance, someone noticed the shouting here, turned his head and pointed.

Including those teachers, students and school leaders.

Everyone saw the strange team wearing black leather shoes.

Director Xu couldn't help but quietly approach the correction: "Principal, why did Class 15 wear leather shoes..."

The principal looked at Class 15 in the distance with great interest and said, "It seems that we are not prohibited from wearing leather shoes, right?"

Director Xu was stunned and nodded, "That's right..."

"Next, invite the boys in Class 15, which is the last class to play today's fucking competition!"

Teacher Peng held a handheld electric speaker and shouted in the solemn direction.

"Okay, it's our turn!" Solemnly tidied up his clothes: "Come on your spirits! Let's fight!"

"Fight!" Another answer was unanimous.

"Standing at the right, looking forward, turning right, running!"

A series of passwords were issued.

Two columns of twenty-two males from the 15th squad, running neatly towards the parade in front of the rostrum amid the solemn "one, two, one" horns.

When the team entered the cement-paved military parade, there was a sound of neat and crisp steps in everyone's ears on the viewing platform.

Slap the slap —

Slap the slap —

The brigade leader Wen Zhixing's eyes lit up and he stared at the feet of Class 15.

Seeing the leather shoes, the major couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Everything is done in the same pattern.

The same action, exactly the same three steps, and exactly the same appearance procedure as the 29 classes that appeared before.

However, everyone feels that this class is completely different from the previous class.

What does that feel like?

It seems that standing on the parade road to perform exercises is not a student class, but a recruit class.

Those boys who were injected with chicken blood raised their chests like proud little roosters, their eyes slightly raised. Every call seemed to be making a sound with their souls in their bodies.

A murderous intent.

A murderous aura that only soldiers can possess will appear on this group of students.

Although it is not strong, it can be vaguely heard.

Turn left, right, backward...

Walk in step, run, walk in step...

Every queue movement, every moment when the heels are approaching, the sounds made under your feet are so uniform.

Slap the slap —

Slap the slap —

Every sound hits the hearts of every school leader and parents.

In the referee team, both the officers and the school leaders were straight.

In the audience, the parents were stunned.

Especially Director Xu from the Teaching Department, took off his thick glasses, wiped them several times and put them on again.

Is this a boy from Class 15?

This is the one who has the worst learning, the worst academic style, the worst discipline, and the worst self-discipline...

What is the worst boy in Class 15?
Chapter completed!