Everyone was shocked for a moment.
But with the previous lesson learned, no one dared to question it. They could only grit their teeth and start running.
The scorching sun was blazing, and in no time, sweat was dripping down their foreheads.
If it accidentally got into their eyes, it stung painfully.
There was no wind on the field, and the more they ran, the more they sweated. Their mouths were parched, and it felt like they were burning up.
Soon, some girls with weaker bodies couldn’t hold on anymore. Gasping for breath, one whispered to the person next to her, "I... I can’t do it anymore. I’m exhausted."
The coach’s cold voice came from across half the field.
"No whispering. This is a warning. If it happens again, you will run an extra lap."
The girl wanted to protest but didn’t dare. She could only wipe her sweat and stumble forward.
Yue Qingqing was unusually fit. She ran effortlessly, not showing any signs of fatigue, barely breaking a sweat.
Mi Shu was a bit breathless, but still within her limits.
But the others didn’t have such good stamina.
After two laps, even the boys started panting heavily.
The girls couldn’t run anymore, hands on their waists, legs feeling like they were filled with lead.
The students from other classes at the School of Finance stuck out their tongues in disbelief.
Compared to this, their own instructors could be described as merciful.
"All right, face left, march!" The instructor of the neighboring class ordered their students into the shade, "Now, take a fifteen-minute break. Gather here afterward."
The students cheered quietly, feeling both relieved and sympathetic as they looked at their "comrades" still running on the field.
After dismissing his own students, the shorter instructor from the adjacent class walked over.
"Shitou, you’re a bit too harsh. These are still students, not like those tough new recruits we usually deal with."
Shi Lei looked at the sparse, disorganized group on the track.
"The student council specifically asked me to train this class harder. They said some students talked back to seniors on the first day and didn’t follow the rules. They hoped I’d help temper their attitudes, get them used to school life, and adapt to collective discipline."
The other instructor touched his chin, understanding now.
What’s the first duty of a soldier?
When faced with disobedient troublemakers, the usual tactic is to show them who’s boss first.
Using immense training demands to break them down, so they learn the importance of discipline.
This has always been their method, almost a tradition.
He was a bit curious, "Who are these troublemakers?"
Shi Lei nodded with his chin.
The man followed his gaze and was momentarily stunned.
"That little girl? She doesn’t look it..."
Shi Lei’s face remained expressionless, "Can you judge by looks? Anyway, that’s what the student council requested. Extra training won’t hurt. How else can we build their willpower?"
The instructor shook his head, "Okay, just be careful not to overdo it."
He knew they were a bit short-handed this year, which was why inexperienced Shi Lei was brought in.
It was Shi Lei’s first year training new students.
"Got it." Shi Lei replied casually, "Talk less, it’s work time now."
The other instructor snorted, "Your attitude..."
Even in the army, Shi Lei was known for being rigid, strict, and earnest. Once he made up his mind, no one could change it.
The instructor gave up persuading and turned back to prepare to gather his own class.
Meanwhile, Yue Qingqing had finished her six laps, but some others hadn’t even completed their fourth lap, already stumbling, barely able to stand.
Yue Qingqing exchanged glances with Mi Shu, both looking towards the struggling girls at the back of the pack.