For two months now, cadets have found Xu Hanfei's whistle to be 'engraved in their hearts'.
Hearing his whistle, they immediately shake off the laziness caused by a ten-kilometer cross-country run.
They tighten the string in their hearts and put their bodies on alert.
This is the sound of assembly. As soon as the whistle sounds, the team is perfectly aligned, a rapid feat that leaves everyone dumbstruck.
"Hmmm! Good, you're increasingly pleasing me." Sikong Luo is the one speaking. Hearing his voice, the cadets intuitively know trouble is brewing.
Compared to the cheery Sikong Luo, they would rather hear from Xu Hanfei.
Pleased? Pleased my ass! If he were truly satisfied, why would he not let them off on a day like today?
"You guys seem to be in good shape. So here's a treat! Those 200 push-ups should be a breeze for you. Let's get them done all at once! Remember, any improper or non-standard push-up means you start over. Let's begin! Count them yourself."
