Most of the students agreed with Lu Xin. They wanted to speak up for Ye Jian too but the officer suddenly smiled and asked Ye Jian, "What do you think? Do you want to continue?"
Anyone that could become an officer was sly. They knew how to play the game.
Ye Jian felt that he was like Commissar Yan. She took two steps out and said to her classmates. "The sun is hot. Everyone is fuming inside because of me. Why not we get some rest first?"
"For the sake of our team, for the sake of our results during the performance, to make sure that everyone is able to train peacefully without worrying about me, let's sit down and enjoy the handsome performance by our instructors."
Her classmates clapped loudly. This proved how popular Ye Jian was among the class.
Even those students who didn't like Ye Jian had to admit that she was a kind lady. If anyone faced difficulties in their studies and went to find her, she would help them no matter how busy she was.
That was why only ten students out of the entire class of more than fifty students expressed their displeasure towards her this time.
The officer smiled. He said, "Sure." He told the instructor who had a stern face all these while. "Call all the instructors over and ask the students to rest for 15 minutes."
"Yes!" The instructor saluted. He held his hands beside his body and clenched his fist. Then, he jogged off.
Two minutes later, all the instructors gathered. They lined up and stood in front of Class One.
After the officer shouted, "Fall In!" Ye Jian swiftly lined up behind the fifteen instructors.
They started counting strength. At number sixteen, Ye Jian's powerful and refreshing voice was heard. "Sixteen!"
Before the exercise started, her voice already revealed the strength of a soldier. It struck people's hearts with its power and energy. Everyone widened their eyes. Ye Ying clenched her fists.
After hearing the voice, the officer knew that there was hope. He shouted, "Attention!"
The organized footsteps astounded the students. These soldiers' indomitable spirit amazed the students.
Ye Jian placed her legs together. Her feet were 60 degrees apart and her body was upright. She sucked in her abdomen and raised her chest. Her shoulders were pushed back and her hands were clenched lightly. Her thumb was placed within the second section of the index finger. She kept her head straight and lowered her chin.
Her eyes looked towards the front intently.
Just like the other instructors, she was looking in front of her, looking at the direction where her classmates were at. The people closest to her, such as Ye Ying, Meng Wen, and the other ten students, felt the coldness in Ye Jian's gaze.
It was cold, dark, and intense. They couldn't help but shrink back. They felt that if they didn't move back, her gaze might slit their throat and cut their heads off.
The feeling was frightening. In terms of their force of presence, they had already lost.