Chapter 92 Instructor Lin Deng 2_1

The sun at eight-thirty in the morning, while not exactly scorching, was by no means gentle either.

"At first, I thought he was an angel sent by God, but now I realize, he's plainly a devil sent to torment us." Jiang Biyun leaned towards He Zhilan. The two were classmates, so naturally, they were put together during the military training.

"Save your energy for running, don't spend it on talking." He Zhilan also made a painful face, then glanced back. As expected, Lin Deng was trailing at the back of the crowd, participating in the run, supposedly as a supervisor or perhaps to cheer everyone on.

"It's a miracle how there's no uprising against this!" Jiang Biyun pursed her lips, "I didn't even attend my high school physical fitness exams! My dad knew the teachers, and just like that, I passed easily!"

He Zhilan couldn't help but chuckle. No wonder Jiang Biyun looked more aggrieved than her, turns out, she hated physical activities even more.

"You're actually laughing about this? He Zhilan, don't you feel tired? The thought of running five kilometer. I think, I'll die before I reach the end!" Jiang Biyun cast a bewildered look at He Zhilan, she thought that even if He Zhilan cried, it would be understandable, but to be laughing?

"Let me tell you a secret!" He Zhilan moved slightly closer to Jiang Biyun. From a distance, it looked like they were running shoulder to shoulder.

Jiang Biyun's ears pricked up at the sound of a secret, and her gossipy heart thrummed with excitement.

"My husband's a soldier, and the training he endures daily is much tougher than what we're doing now. This may sound dramatic, but I feel quite happy that for this week I can do the same things he does every day. And it's worth it, even if it means almost fainting," She felt as if she was right there with him, doing the things he did every day. It was a sweet kind of longing.

He Zhilan spoke earnestly, but Jiang Biyun tripped and nearly fell face-first onto the ground, swearing under her breath!

"Jiang Biyun, are your eyes positioned on top of your head? Even on level ground, you manage to fall." He Zhilan quickly stopped to help Jiang Biyun up, and looked worriedly at her knees.

"I'm wearing long pants, I'm fine!" Jiang Biyun dusted off the dirt on her pants and said, "Initially I was complaining about these ugly training uniforms, but now I see they do have their advantages – they're tough! But seriously, He Zhilan, are you joking with me? You scared the hell out of me with your words, and now you blame me for my eyes being on the top of my head? Only your words could scare me into losing the strength in my legs!"

Just as He Zhilan was about to explain to Jiang Biyun, Lin Deng shouted from behind, "Do you all think the five-kilometer run is an easy task, that's why you're running in small groups and chatting, treating it like a post-meal stroll? Starting now, any more chatter and your workload doubles!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Biyun halted in her tracks, almost tripping again. She stuck her tongue out at He Zhilan, then rolled her eyes, unmistakably directed at the drill sergeant behind them.

He Zhilan placed a finger on her lips, indicating to Jiang Biyun to keep quiet, as well as to keep her secret safe. After that, they continued to run, maintaining their silence.

Lin Deng's outburst wasn't directed specifically at He Zhilan and Jiang Biyun, but at the whole platoon. It was because there were too many people treating the run like a leisurely chat that he was fuming.