Those cheers, to them, were like knives, pierced into their bodies, piercing their dignity all over their bodies.

"Don't bow your head! Lift it all!"

Their squadron leader yelled at them loudly.

"Look at me with wide eyes and look carefully!"

They immediately raised their heads and looked at the cheering crowd.

"It's this group of people who will defeat you!"

"They are a group of big lives!"

"Freshman!"

"Do you know the freshman year?"

Some of them had red eyes and could no longer help but shed tears.

The squadron leader continued to shout: "It is not shameful to fail, but the shame is that you dare not face failure!"

"Remember it to me!"

"Remember your mood at this moment!"

"When training, when studying, when sleeping!"

"Ask yourself, do you want to lose?"

They immediately said in unison: "Don't want to!"

"If you don't want to, just reflect on me. Why didn't you work harder during training!"

A junior student suddenly shouted: "Report!"

"explain."

"Please let me do three hundred push-ups!"

The squadron leader looked at the group of junior students and saw resoluteness in their faces.

He knew that this group of people needed to vent their feelings of failure.

If you vent, you can cheer up again.

"Everyone has it! Prepare for push-ups!"

The group of juniors immediately fell forward in an orderly manner and lay down.

"Three Hundred Pushups! Start!"

The squad was looking at each other, pulled off the blue scarf from his arms, consciously joined the queue, and started to do it together.

Soon after, people on the sea also returned one after another.

The junior students joined the push-ups without saying a word after getting ashore.
Chapter completed!