He suddenly sat up, stood straight by the bed, still holding a teaching stick.
The noise just now was the stick hitting the bedside.
"Everyone else is running, what are you doing? I'll give you two minutes to make your bed and get ready!"
"Two minutes?" He Yuning sat up, "Instructor, I never make my bed at home!"
"This isn't your home! Move quickly, hurry up!" Feng Li said coldly, exuding authority.
"I..." He Yuning decided to just go with the flow, he had already used his two minutes.
"Report, Instructor, I'm dressed!"
Feng Li glanced at the messy bed, "Twenty laps on the field!"
He Yuning's mouth twisted, twenty laps, usually after two laps, he's tired enough to collapse, now twenty laps, this is going to kill him!
This instructor is so damned strict!
Looks like his days ahead won't be easy!
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Tang Suiyu held a cup of hot milk, leaning against the railing, watching He Yuning running alone with interest, everyone else had gone to eat, but he was alone, all by himself.
