The afternoon training was indeed tough. Under the blazing sun, we turned left, right, front, and back repeatedly, or stood at attention in a military posture.
Failing to meet the standards meant continuing to stand or turn until reaching the instructor's standard.
Before every break, He Longze's gaze would fall on Ye Lantian. Seeing her nearly unable to hold on, he'd finally relent and let everyone rest.
Because this instructor was extremely strict and harsh, any good impressions the students initially had of him gradually disappeared.
Eventually, everyone started cursing his ancestors, wishing they could eat him alive.
But in Ye Lantian's eyes, there was no hatred towards him. Although she was pampered since childhood and unfamiliar with hardship, and often failed to perfect the movements, even when criticized, she didn't mind.
She was determined to do well.
This wasn't challenging for her at all, so she kept striving.
