Chapter 3 — My Fiance Punished Me To Stand In The Sun

"And another student was clearly diagnosed by the school doctor as having both heatstroke and severe menstrual cramps, needing three days of intravenous fluids, and he was punished by you to stand in a military position under the hot sun for three hours, and now he wants to be punished another ten rounds." He tilted his head: "Luc Tram, are your eyes not good, or is your heart drifting to the Pacific Ocean?" A series of cold air inhalations rang out around him. Luc Tram stood there, his spine still straight, but sweat was pouring out on his temples. His throat moved, his voice lowered to the lowest level: "Captain Pho, this is negligence in my work. I will write a review..." Pho Tu Hanh interrupted: "Luc Tram, someone like you who has been professionally trained in first aid cannot distinguish between severe menstrual cramps and fainting due to heat stroke?" He reached out and patted Luc Tram's shoulder. The force wasn't strong, but Luc Tram's shoulder blades clearly slumped a bit. "When using the Song family's resources to pave the way for promotion, your eyes were very sharp. Tong Dao was in so much pain that he fainted right under his eyelids, and he turned into a man with blind eyes." Luc Tram's face finally completely changed. Pho Tu Hanh turned his head and waved at me: "Let's go, little princess." I stood in place, my eyes looking over Pho Tu Hanh's shoulder, looking towards Luc Tram. His lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton. I smiled. The voice was not loud, but the surrounding was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. "Luc Tram, you chose all three paths for me. Today I also leave you a sentence..." "When you stepped on the stepping stone that was me, did you never think that the stone could turn over and hit you?" After saying that, I turned around and followed Pho Tu Hanh. Behind him were the sounds of gossip rising like a tide. Lam Vi's broken cry echoed out, mixed in with the noise of the crowd, like a broken string. When exiting the gymnasium gate, Pho Tu Hanh turned to look at me, the corner of his mouth curled up. "Did your brother come in time?" My eyes heated up, but I didn't let the tears fall. "On time." I said: "One more step slower, he can really take your arm off." Pho Tu Hanh clicked his tongue: "Does he dare? Turn around and take off his arm and hang it on the flagpole of the gymnasium as a pinwheel to show the direction." wind.” I laughed out loud. Luc Tram was sent away. The announcement was made the next morning, with the name of the Military Training Steering Committee below. The expression was very official: "Due to work arrangement requirements, comrade Luc Tram has been transferred from his position as military instructor and will be assigned to another task." The whole group was in chaos all morning. Someone said he was "investigated for abusing his power". Someone said, "I heard that Lam Vi's special exemption from training was reported to the top." Someone also sent a screenshot of Luc Tram's post last night, with only one sentence without beginning or end: "No shame." Someone asked what happened, he didn't answer. When I saw that post, I was eating in the cafeteria. The finger paused for two seconds, then placed the phone face down on the table and continued eating. On the way to the gym, Deputy Tu Hanh walked beside me. He changed into his training uniform, his hat brim pulled down very low, and in his hand he held a whistle. "From today, I will lead your squad." After saying that, he held the whistle in his mouth and blew once. A sharp sound tore through the morning mist: "Everyone, the gathering will be completed within five minutes. Latecomers..." He squinted his eyes and smiled: "At noon, invite the whole squad to drink cold Coke." The team laughed and quickly stood up straight. Pho Tu Hanh stood in front of the formation and observed a circle. His eyes stopped on me, the smile at the corner of his mouth was still there

disappeared: "Tong Dao, get out of the line." I took a step forward. "Someone told me you fainted before?" Pho Tu Hanh tilted his head: "So the amount of training this morning has been reduced by half. Just follow everyone else, if you can't do it then report, there's nothing shameful." In the lineup, someone muttered in a low voice: "Special treatment again?" Pho Tu Hanh heard, turned his head to look towards the source of the sound, his voice was not loud: "You just said, stepped out." A male student stepped out from the back row, craning his neck: "Coach Pho, yesterday Tong Dao had an argument with coach Luc. Why did he get half the training today..." Pho Tu Hanh nodded, not angry but smiled even more: "What's your name?" "Chu Da." "Chu Da." Pho Tu Hanh read his name again: "Do you think Tong Dao should have the same amount of training as you guys?" Chu Da pursed his lips. said, but her expression clearly showed "On what basis is she special?". Pho Tu Hanh turned around, tilted his chin at me: "Tong Dao, tell him where you are based." I was stunned for a moment, then I understood. I took two steps forward, stood at attention, raised my legs, and kicked off the parade. I have practiced this movement for ten years. Since I was eight years old, my grandfather used leather straps to tie my ankles and taught me to press the instep of my feet. Every day after school, I practice for two hours, rain or shine.