Shi Lei ultimately did not become a lone commander.
His best "soldier" followed behind him, completing the entire parade.
When passing the reviewing stand, the voice from Finance Class One was almost the loudest.
Everyone held their heads high and puffed their chests, displaying a demeanor truly comparable to that of soldiers.
Their formation was neat, almost to the level where they could directly partake in a performance.
Yue Qingqing, the team leader, stood out with her upright posture, catching everyone’s eye.
On the reviewing stand, the company commander stood next to the principal, watching the entire performance.
His gaze particularly admired this class.
In the end, Finance Class One unsurprisingly won the honor of the best team.
Shi Lei went up to receive the trophy and certificate.
The company commander patted his shoulder, "Very impressive."
Shi Lei’s face turned bright red, though it was hidden by his complexion.
"I... I didn’t do well; it’s all their effort."
The company commander laughed heartily, "I am talking about them."
Afterwards, everyone comfortably took turns examining the items from Shi Lei’s hands.
Every face was beaming with smiles.
Shi Lei felt increasingly ashamed and formally turned around to bow to everyone.
This long-overdue apology that spanned the entire military training was of course met with laughter and forgiveness.
"Forget it, we weren’t good either. Actually that day we could have communicated properly with you but we deliberately fainted to cause trouble."
"Don’t have a psychological gap for future military training; after all, not every class is as excellent as ours."
Suddenly someone exclaimed, as if discovering a new continent, "Hey, hey! Look, Shi King Yama actually has dimples!"
Shi Lei’s involuntary smile froze on his face.
"What did you call me?"
Everyone laughed, "Oh, nothing, you heard wrong."
"Doesn’t the title sound cool? It’s awe-inspiring."
Shi Lei initially wanted to keep a stern face to regain some authority but couldn’t help but laugh aloud.
This time, the dimples were completely exposed, impossible to hide.
Military training finally came to an end, and the students who watched the instructors leave did so reluctantly.
Shi Lei, looking at the standing straight students, felt even more reluctant.
Just as he was feeling sentimental, someone patted him on the back.
"Stop looking, you can barely see their shadows."
Shi Lei turned and glared at Zhang Ming, who chuckled.
He took out something from his chest.
"From the students to you."
It was a photo album, but it had only three or four photos inside.
There were photos of Shi Lei receiving the award and photos of him standing with the students.
In the photos with the students, Shi Lei was smiling happily, his deep dimples embedded in his left cheek, completely different from his usual stern image.
On the back were messages from the students to him, written in different handwriting from several people.
Some reminded him to smile more to show off his dimples.
Some urged Shi Lei to be gentler, so it would be easier to find a wife in the future.
Finally, there was a clearly beautifully written message, saying that there were too few photos in the album, hoping that Instructor Shi could slowly fill it up over time.
She said Instructor Shi is now a true instructor and will become more competent and excellent in the future.
But he must never forget that they were his first batch of students, equivalent to his closest disciples.
Shi Lei held the album to his chest, feeling a certain old wound in his heart slowly healing.
How fortunate he was to encounter this group of students.
Of course, in return, before leaving, Shi Lei went to Director Gao and recounted the entire situation in detail.
Only then did Director Gao learn how brazen the student council members had become.
As the president of the student council, Yu Mengyu, used such despicable means to target the new freshmen.