On Monday morning, when the wake-up call rang in every dormitory of West Point Military Academy, the students of Grade 1 Class 17 cursed the damn horn blower, cursing why the fucks' horn was not bad, and cursing who invented the wake-up call.

The students scolded themselves for wearing clothes. They didn't want to sleep on Sunday night and didn't want to get up on Monday morning.

Anyway, everyone's mouth is full of fragrance.

Five minutes later, Lieutenant Jonas Hansen rushed into the dormitory with great sprints, cursing loudly at the unlucky guy who wanted to sniff for another ten seconds and slapped the bedside.

"Stinky shit, stuff your damn big ass into your pants and roll outside to do what you should do!"

Lieutenant Jonas Hansen has been an instructor for many years and has long been used to having students late for morning exercises every morning because they have gone to bed.

In fact, every instructor at West Point Military Academy has long been accustomed to rush into the students' dormitory every day, scolding him for getting up quickly, and going out to run around the lap to do push-ups.

Military academies are not middle schools of all sizes. If teachers beat and scold students, they will complain and lose their jobs. The authority of military academies instructors cannot be refuted. Who dares to speak rudely to the instructors, it will ensure that you will become a dog.

No,

No,

No,

I guarantee that I will be so tired that I feel that you are not even as good as a stray dog.

This can also be called "for your own good, for your strength, for you to become stronger, for you to become better, for you to sweat more during training, and you will shed less blood on the battlefield...

Seeing the unlucky guy rolling and crawling out and doing push-ups first and then running around, Lieutenant Jonas Hansen looked at Zhou Zhihan's bed.

"Fuck, no one?" Second Lieutenant Jonas Hansen was surprised for three seconds. This stinky shit week actually went out for the first time to run in the morning?

Oh, by the way, China Week is going to do a physical fitness test with the graduating class today, so I got up early and went for a run.

Hiss ~

No, Lieutenant Jonas Hansen remembered that he had gathered outside just now and didn't see Zhou Zhihan's stinky shit.

Could it be that this guy passed the test yesterday after taking stimulants, and today he was afraid that things would be exposed and ran away for fear of guilt?

It's not that bad, at worst, you'll be sent back to the country.

Well! Lieutenant Jonas Hansen thought again, yes, the major and others who were slapped in Major Jeff Hunter's office yesterday were speechless and bragging about it. Today, I was embarrassed to make a fool of myself in front of everyone, so escaping to find a place to hide for a while is also a good choice. At worst, I can come back in a few days and be directly persuaded to return to China. It is not embarrassing.

After leaving the dormitory, the class leader Steven Goode was recording the number of push-ups for the unlucky guy who was caught just now. The students gathered around and smiled and sniffed. If it weren't for the class leader Steven Goode, someone would have been sitting on the back of the unlucky guy, anyway, everyone had done this.

The students have long been accustomed to this kind of scene and have never been physically punished by instructors in the military academy, which means you are not a qualified student.

No matter how good you do, the harsh instructor will try every means to find a way to make you tired and let you lie on the bed until the night, like a dead dog, sleeping soundly.

In the military academy, not only do we have to complete the daily training courses assigned by the instructor, but we also have to complete the extra meals that the instructor deliberately finds faults.

Add a big meal.

At this time, on the first-year playground of West Point Military Academy, the students running around in circles looked at a marching tent in the middle of the playground and were talking.

This is the first time since West Point Military Academy re-established, someone has set up a marching tent in the middle of the playground.

"Fuck, is it an empty tent or is it someone living in it?"

"What the hell?"

"Fu...who is in this marching tent?"

The students ran and talked about it, not daring to go forward to see what was going on. God knew if this was a trap designed by the instructors to test the students' curiosity.

Instructors always try to set some traps to let the students get into it, so as to warn students that on the battlefield, those who are curious and do not abide by military rules often die the fastest.

Although the rules of the military academy do not prohibit the construction of marching tents on the playground, 99% of those who can set up tents on the playground are not students, because each student has his own dormitory and there are administrators in the dormitory.

If a student sets up a tent on the playground, even if he is not criticized by the school, he will be scolded by his instructor, runs and runs and push-ups.

Unable to find Zhou Zhihan, Lieutenant Jonas Hansen came to the doors of several dormitories in Class 17, and after punishing the unlucky guy to do push-ups to warn you, then took everyone in 17 to run to the playground.

When he arrived at the playground, Lieutenant Jonas Hansen saw the marching tent in the playground.

Seeing this marching tent, everyone in Class 17 laughed.

Several instructors have been working in Qidian Military Academy for so long and have never seen anyone set up a marching tent in the middle of the playground. They were also curious, so they walked towards the tent with Lieutenant Jonas Hansen.

The four corners of this marching tent went deep into the ground, and another iron rod was placed in the middle of each two corners to ensure that no one could enter or come out. What's even more strange is that outside the marching tent, there was a seal with the date written on it, firmly close to the door of the marching tent from top to bottom.

This is a typical example of guarding against gentlemen and not villains. It is easy for anyone to enter and exit.

But under such a strange confinement, if the people inside want to come up, they either tear the seal or dig an underground lane to run out.

The surroundings of the marching tent were intact and the seals were intact, which means that the people inside had not come out since they entered.

What's going on???

Lieutenant Jonas Hansen stepped forward and pulled off the seal and opened the door of the tent with a whip, but saw a man sleeping soundly inside.

"Damn, who is the one who should have slept here? So many people can't wake him up even if they run, and it smells so good." Lieutenant Jonas Hansen said, lifting the quilt, revealing a head and shoulders, and moving downward, it's probably even more amazing.

It was actually Zhou Zhihan.

It was indeed him.

Several instructors looked at Zhou Zhihan who was sleeping with cotton balls in his ears, and they were all confused and looked at Lieutenant Jonas Hansen. This is your student, you can do it.

Seeing the instructors standing in front of the marching tent and being confused, everyone in Class 17 laughed and finally had the chance to see the instructors collectively stupid. One word - cool.

Especially the unlucky guy who had just finished push-ups almost laughed out loud. He could think of what kind of respect Lieutenant Jonas Hansen would look like when he saw Zhou Zhihan.

"What the hell? Why is this guy here? He has cotton stuffed in his ears? Are you sick?"

Several other officers looked at each other and said.

"Bangbangbang!"

Lieutenant Jonas Hansen took his teaching stick and hit the ground beside the marching mat. As long as Zhou Zhihan was still at West Point Military Academy for one day, he would be his student: "Stinky shit, it's dawn!"

Hearing the knock, Zhou Zhihan woke up and saw several instructors looking at him in a daze. Lieutenant Nas Hansen had a confused and angry expression. Zhou Zhihan thought Lieutenant Jonas Hansen's expression was very funny and could be used as an emoticon package.

All of this was expected by him.

The tent was opened, and many students from other classes saw that the Chinese student Zhou Zhihan was sleeping in the tent. Some people found it funny, some envious, and some were jealous.

"Fuck, what's wrong with this guy recently? Is your brain fucked?"

"Fuck, this guy has been very popular in recent days. The dead salted fish has completely turned into a live shark."

"A yellow man from China, with a little success, his tail was soaring to the sky. He really had the ability to go back to deal with the Japanese..."

"Hey, don't say it. Yesterday, he really vomited blood by the new Japanese student Ryunosuke Sakamoto."

Zhou Zhihan didn't care about the students' comments at all, and the strong never cared about how others talked about themselves.

Second Lieutenant Jonas Hansen tried not to get angry too much and asked, "Zhou, why do you want to do this..."

Zhou Zhihan looked confused and deliberately pretended not to hear. He raised his eyebrows a few times, and his eyes turned backwards, meaning that his ears were plugged by cotton and could not hear them.

"You deserve to be damned!"
Chapter completed!