"Two hundred one, two hundred two, two hundred three..."

Slogans sounded on the playground, and students in a class were doing squat training, unevenly, like rolling waves.

In the class of more than fifty people, most of them are boys and less than ten girls. There are misty raindrops, sticky and wet sweat stains and rain, which are close to the skin, bringing a biting cold in the winter of December.

After two hundred and twenty strokes, many people's faces were already blue and white, sweat on their foreheads drifted down, and even their hands that overlapped behind their heads became trembling obviously.

After two hundred and thirty-seven times, a girl fainted. She saw that she was less than fifteen years old. The students around her had to support her, and the instructor who shouted the slogans shouted the order:

"Don't stop and keep doing it."

The instructor wearing glasses next to him spit out the cigarette butts at the nearby instructors, winked at the girl out of the crowd, and prepared several buckets of cold water next to the stands. They were used to this and were prepared for it.

The girl was dragged to the drainage channel, and a whole bucket of ice water was poured on her head, and her hair slid into the drainage channel, looking like a skinned corpse of a beast to be slaughtered.

No one turned his head and glanced at it because the slogan continued.

“Two thirty nine, two hundred and four…”

Every time a number is called, the student has to squat down. Gradually, after someone squats down, he can no longer stand up.

Then there was the sound of a ruler hitting the face.

Those who can't keep up with the rhythm will be dragged out of the team and use a ruler to thug the hands. After the fight, they will drag back to the team to continue squatting. If they don't work, they will only attract more rulers.

The instructors were very serious. In addition to the slogans, the playground began to be accompanied by the creepy sound of whipping rulers and heart-wrenching howls.

"Call again, call again double it!"

The instructor raised the ruler in his hand high, passed by the afterimage, and slammed hard on a student's arm with a sound of breaking through the air, with flesh blooming and blood flowing.

The ruler was broken into two sections.

The student screamed and lay down on the ground and rolled back and forth. The instructor pushed his glasses and began to count down indifferently:

“10,9,8…”

When the countdown was five seconds, the injured student stood up tremblingly with his arms covering his trembling hands, bowed to him ninety degrees, and shouted in tears:

"Thank you for your teachings!"

The instructor who shouted the command continued sneeringly.

There are 300 squats, and this is just the beginning. At 270, more and more people can't hold on, and after squatting for a long time, they can't stand up again. The three or four instructors in charge of punishment on the field were too busy to even drag people down.

"So I keep doing it! If I can't continue, I will notify the mountain captain and serve the dragon whip!"

The instructor who shouted the command shouted loudly. Many people couldn't help but tremble when they heard the word "Dragon Whip". The instructor walked up and picked up the collar of the student in front of the team:

"You, call the command, starting from 260!"

The student closed his eyes and shouted:

“Two hundred and sixty.”

The students squatted.

"Speak louder!"

“Two hundred and sixty!”

The students squatted again.

"Speak louder!" The instructor yelled in his ear and thrust.

“Two hundred and sixty!!”

“Two sixty-one!!”

“Two hundred and sixty two!!”

The instructor no longer had to shout commands, and paced around the crowd with his hands in his arms, saying loudly:

"Do it all seriously! I'll reflect on myself, why are other students studying, but you are here for physical training?"

"Because you are all trash! Everyone in this class is worthless garbage! The reason you come here is because your parents think you are trash!"

"Only garbage will be thrown into the trash can. Everyone in you, the broken-zero class, is garbage!"

"I can't even do three hundred squats, I can't respect my parents, I can't read books, and I can't read the most basic etiquette and morality! Each of you makes a big mistake and is assigned to this break-breaking class. Only those who have no brains will make such mistakes, so you deserve it! Being beaten! It's worth it!"

The leading student still remembered the call of the hoarse voice. Everyone pursed their lips and listened to the instructor cursing, without saying a word. There was still a vague sob in the team.

There were a few students with a slightly taller figure in the team, and their condition was still slightly better at this moment. A shaved man listened to the instructor's continuous insults. His forehead was brisk and his face turned red, as if he had reached a critical point and a volcano that was about to erupt.

Just as he was about to leave the team and confront the instructor, the man next to him touched him with his elbow without a trace.

"Calm down, Fang Chang. Do you still want to get a dragon whip?"

Fang Chang is the only person in the class who has been "dragon whip" and can get out of bed and walk around within a week. He used to be a sports student in the school, but because he skipped classes and played games, he was deceived by his parents to Kanglong Academy.

The tricks of Kanglong Academy bringing him in were also very despicable. After knowing that he was a sports student, he was worried that he would resist violently, so the Academy sent several people to wear uniforms similar to those of the police, worked with his parents inside and outside, and one day he knocked on the door of his house and walked into his room.

"Is your name Fang Chang?"

Fang Chang was shocked by the uniforms of several people. He thought it was a police visit, so he honestly claimed that it was.

"We suspect there are some problems with what you posted online, and now you want to go with us."

As he said that, the people took out a pair of handcuffs, took Fang Chang downstairs without saying a word, got on the car, and took him directly to Kanglong Academy far away in Jiangxi.

It was not until the moment he was locked in the confinement room that he realized that he was trapped.

During the seven days of the bored and liberation room, he had countless negative thoughts. After he came out, he naturally scoffed at the various unwritten regulations of Kanglong Academy. His attitude repeatedly aroused the dissatisfaction of the instructors and was treated as a thorn. He was beaten with dozens of rulers every day. Some time ago, the instructors finally found an opportunity to use the heaviest punishment in the academy, which was to hit the dragon whip - Fang Chang couldn't get into bed for nearly three days.

He was full of hatred for every faculty member in the academy. For two months he was imprisoned in the academy, he had been planning a way to escape. He had secretly gathered a group of accomplices and planned to escape. Fan Lei beside him was one of the accomplices.

Hearing Fan Lei's persuasion, Fang Chang finally calmed down a little and followed the others without saying a word.

He felt bored, thinking that these students were not bloody, and how could dozens of people be called around by three or four instructors and used them as animals?

But the reality is cruel. The students' resistance is not just a simple math problem of addition and subtraction. Human hearts are very complicated. Even in the same class, many people still try to get themselves out of the break-zero class by pleasing the instructors, which can at least avoid being punished more severely.

In the face of absolute oppression, people will always give priority to self-protection.

After three hundred squats, the nightmare of breaking the zero shift has just begun.

"Everyone, now run twenty laps around the playground, don't stop! Run!"

The students in the class broke into zero loosely ran around the school road like a flock of sheep dispersed.

Eight kilometers are not too far away. But that is a complete nightmare for ordinary people - for a group of teenagers who are tortured all day long, weak and malnourished.

What's more, they just finished three hundred squats.

Everyone's legs felt like they were filled with heavy lead. Running on the track paved with granular rubber was like struggling in a quagmire.

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. The ten people who run the slowest are hitting the ruler 30 times!"

After the instructor wearing glasses shouted, he returned to the stands, picked up a bottle of mineral water and looked up and poured it.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lao Liang."

Instructor Liang took off his glasses and wiped the sweat from his eyebrows.

"It's so difficult for these little kids to discipline. If you don't get a little ruthless, you won't know the world is high."

"That's it." Someone said: "Did you hear that someone in the girls' school wanted to drink laundry detergent to commit suicide last night."

"Oh?" Instructor Liang turned his head with interesting interest:

"What happened later?"

"What else can I do?" the man said with a smile:

"She thought she could be taken to the hospital this way and didn't have to stay here anymore. As a result, our mountain chief had a way, so he fed her two buckets of water in front of the whole class, drank and vomited, and spit out bubbles all over the ground. It is said that he would have to hit the dragon whip in front of the whole school tonight."

"That's quite lively." Instructor Liang smiled:

"These things thought they could have caused a big deal. A group of things that their father doesn't love or not. The family really cherishes them and has come to pick them up long ago."

"you do not say."

The two chatted casually about the students of Kanglong Academy, pointing at the students running on the playground, without any sympathy in their words, as if they were watching cricket fighting.

Most of them only ran three or four laps, and some people were already out of breath and shaking their bodies. Most of the people who fell behind the team were the few girls in the class.

Kanglong Academy does not have a limit on age when recruiting students. You can enroll in the school at the age of 12 to 24. A girl of 13 or 14 gradually left the team and couldn't stand on her feet. The instructor next to Instructor Liang had already pulled out the ruler at his waist expressionlessly and was ready to drag him away at any time.

After running for a while, she finally lost her energy and fell to the ground crookedly. She was like a deer caught in an arrow, gradually escaped, fell behind, and died silently in a panic escape.

Instructor Liang and the few people around him walked over.

Between her legs, dark red blood gradually emerged from the blue school pants fabric.

"It turned out to be menstruation."

"Lao Liang, do you think this is a first menstruation?"

"It should be right? How many of them aren't young men at this age?"

"How many young people can enter this academy?"

The instructors teased him without any mercy, lifted him up in an official manner, and walked towards the stands where the buckets were filled.

A bucket of cold water was poured on his head, and the girl's body spasmed, gasped, and opened her eyes suddenly.

Several blurred figures blocked the sunshine, and when their vision became clearer, they saw faces with grim smiles. She sat up in panic, not caring about her embarrassment, and was about to get up with tears in her voice:

"Teacher...Teacher...I didn't mean it...I'll keep running now..."

She bowed over and over again, turning around to escape, and was placed on her shoulder with one hand.

"Wait a moment."

Instructor Liang said with a smile:

"Girls should pay attention to their appearance. You can't do this."

He reached out and lifted the girl's wet hair on her shoulders without any concern.

The small pendant exposed at her earlobe.
Chapter completed!