How could anyone say they didn't understand that?
"We understand!" the students shouted back in a chaotic chorus.
"The first thing I want to make clear is that this is a training base. It is a military camp. You are now my soldiers. Before you speak, what are you supposed to do?"
What were they supposed to do?
Nobody knew.
The majority of the students exchanged bewildered looks.
Those who had read military novels or watched war movies suddenly caught on.
"Yell 'Reporting!""
The scattered responses were enough to satisfy the Chief Instructor.
"Exactly. Yell 'Reporting!' If anyone fails to do this correctly, you will be subjected to military discipline!"
"I'm going to explain the rules of the base, and then you will have exactly three minutes to ask questions."
"Once those three minutes are up, we will return to our respective dorms. You are to assemble on the training field at exactly eleven-thirty!"
Whether the students were actually listening to the rules was debatable, but those with good eyesight had already locked onto the Chief Instructor's face.
"Do you guys think the Chief Instructor is super hot?" Tabitha whispered first.
"He's gorgeous. He looks like a movie star," Lily agreed.
Macy wasn't into that type. She glanced in a certain direction down the line before whispering, "He's not just handsome. Look at his epaulets."
A chorus of muffled gasps followed. How could someone so young hold such a high rank, let alone be assigned as a drill instructor?
"I've heard stories in past years about students falling for their instructors. I guess our class won't be immune to that either."
"This guy isn't just good-looking, he's a total powerhouse!"
The unspoken implication in everyone's tone was clear: he didn't just have skills, he had serious power.
Otherwise, how did someone that young get that kind of brass?
"He earned it with his life." Claire, who usually didn't talk much with the other girls, suddenly interjected.
"Not necessarily. Claire, you're a bit too naive. These days, a lot of it comes from family connections or old wealth."
Tabitha seemed dismissive of the Chief Instructor's rank.
"Others might rely on their families, but he didn't," Claire stated firmly.
Van had just returned from the front lines. She was the one who had pulled him back from the brinko death, so she knew better than anyone.
Perhaps precisely because his last name was Hawk, and he bore the weight of that family's legacy, ke pushed himself harder than anyone else to prove his worth.
Not to mention, the Hawk Family had sacrificed a great deal.
Someone like him absolutely deserved to inherit whatever legacy his family provided!
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"Listening to you talk, do you actually know him?" Priscilla asked, intrigued.
Claire fell silent.
The other three girls, who had pricked up their ears for some gossip, felt a bit annoyed when Claire refused to elaborate.
Ethan, ever the observant peacemaker, quickly stepped in. "Alright, let's stop gossiping about the Chief Instructor. Loose lips sink ships."
Everyone here was a student at a top-tier university; they weren't stupid.
An instructor of Van's rank leading a freshman boot camp meant he was likely either on leave or recovering from an injury.
Regardless of the reason, they had to survive under his command for an entire month. Offending the Chief Instructor was a terrible idea.
Claire and the girls were only whispering.
Suddenly, a female student's voice rang out loudly: "Reporting to Chief Instructor Hawk!"
"Speak!" Van's sharp gaze immediately locked onto the girl in the ranks.
Seeing the instructor's eyes on her, she didn't flinch. "Sir, do you have a girlfriend?"
A ripple of laughter swept through the crowd. With a face like that, her intentions couldn't have been more obvious!