Chapter 201: The Masochistic Aristocrats

In a large iron-sheet house, there were only beds placed.

They were all upper and lower bunks.

The bathroom was large, fitted with nine showerheads.

Fortunately, hot water was supplied.

After the women, tired from a day's work, took a shower, they lay on the beds.

Some read books, some held small makeup mirrors.

"Oh my god! I've become this ugly!"

"Yeah! My face was a bit big, I hid it with my hair, but now my true appearance is exposed!"

"Who is that instructor! He's such an asshole!"

"After this training is over, don't let me see him again!"

Soon, the dorm turned into a criticism meeting.

Not knowing Lin Feng's name, someone gave him the nickname "Demon King".

They had originally wanted to call Lin Feng an asshole, but saying it out loud seemed too rude.

"Hey, do you think the Demon King will come to inspect the dorm?"

"No way? This is the girls' dorm."

"You never know, what if he comes?"

"If he does come, I'll make him look bad!"

"Hehe! Teasing the Demon King would be nice; if he's embarrassed, he'll think twice about bothering us later."

"So who among you will sacrifice themselves?"

"Yeah! The Demon King is pretty handsome; ordinary builds might not catch his eye."

"Among us twenty-something, whose figure isn't good? Like… like…"

"Yikes! That's too embarrassing, right?"

"Yang Feier, you're still shy? You've dated over ten boyfriends—what are you pretending for?"

Soon, someone wrote twenty-eight paper balls, each person taking one.

Those who drew a red circle on the paper had to act according to the agreed-upon way.

In total, people, the circles were drawn.

Lights went out at nine thirty at night.

Suddenly the door was opened.

Two female instructors walked in.

Holding flashlights, they shone them on each bunk to check if everyone was present.

"Can you return our phones to us?"

A woman spoke up.

"Silence! If anyone speaks again, they'll immediately go out and run ten laps!"

A female instructor said coldly.

Just then, Lin Feng walked in.

The room was fragrant, a scent of body wash.

They were all high-end products, hardly different from perfume.

But Lin Feng still suppressed his keen sense of smell.

Among the twenty-plus women, someone was always visited by Aunt Flo.

After looking around, Lin Feng was about to leave.

Suddenly, the quilt on the upper bunk nearby was lifted.

A long leg was draped over the quilt, the toenails painted with polish sticking out.

Lin Feng glanced; the woman was actually pretending to sleep.

Lin Feng pinched her foot and lifted, flipping the pretended sleeper inside, then covered her with the quilt.

In the flashlight's residual glow, everyone watched this scene.

What they found regrettable was that the Demon King remained expressionless, not at all embarrassed.

Well, he probably hadn't seen much.

It was now the turn of the next person who had drawn a circle.

Suddenly a scream rang out.

Then a woman jumped up and flung herself into Lin Feng's arms.

"There's a ghost, there's a ghost! I dreamed of a ghost!"

The woman wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck, shouting while jumping.

She was still not wearing any clothes.

Shake, shake!

And it was quite rhythmic.

Lin Feng furrowed his brows, expressionlessly sizing her up.

He felt not the slightest bit of astonishment.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Lin Feng said, pinching the woman's neck, he flung her onto the bunk, then picked up a whistle.

"Peep~"

A sharp whistle sounded.

"Get up, everyone get up!"

After Lin Feng gave the order, everyone crawled up from the beds and lined up in two rows in the dormitory.

Lin Feng shone his flashlight, furrowed his brows, and said: "Isn't this fun? Can't you sleep? Come on, everyone take off your clothes."

"Instructor~"

A pretty female team member said with a coquettish expression.

Lin Feng undid the belt around his waist.

A female instructor approached Lin Feng and whispered: "Deputy instructor, isn't this inappropriate?"

Lin Feng furrowed his brows and said: "What's wrong with that?"

"Uh~"

"Action!"

Lin Feng shouted.

Then, each one, feeling wronged, lay on the edge of the bed.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

After each was whipped with a belt, Lin Feng calmly said: "After the bell, gather outside the door, run ten laps and come back to sleep, timing starts!"

"Yah~"

"Ah~"

A chorus of resentment rose.

"One, one-two-one, one, one-two-one..."

A uniform sound rang out on the drill ground.

"Hahaha..."

Not far away, in the dormitory of the male playboys, they all leaned against the windows, laughing at the drill ground.

The dormitory was filled with a sense of schadenfreude.

"I say these delicate ladies are really unlucky! To have run into such an unreasonable instructor."

"Yeah! And he's a man, damn it! If I were the instructor, I'd make sure these women..."

"Too vulgar! Too vulgar!"

Someone reminded.

Xu Jing sneered: "Just pretending to be proper. After this period, brothers, I guarantee I'll make that kid kneel before me and call me grandpa. Do you believe me?"

"Go on, blow it!"

"Xu Jing, if your old man knew you were saying this, he'd surely beat your ass raw!"

"Brothers, the night is long; why don't we sing a song?"

"What song?"

"I'll start, everyone sing with me: the sun comes out, I climb the hillside; having reached the hilltop, I want to sing, my song drifts to my little sister to hear; hearing my song, she laughs happily..."

Before the song finished, Lin Feng appeared at the doorway.

After receiving a tear gas grenade from the male instructor, he opened the door and threw it in.

Then he closed the door and secured it with a steel pipe.

The singing stopped abruptly, and then coughing sounds came from inside.

The iron door was pounded, making a 'bang bang' sound.

Lin Feng wore a mocking expression.

These kids are too t.

Historically, those who opposed the military training and the instructor have never ended well.

Don't they understand this reasoning?

Let alone, they really don't understand!

Let alone military training; most of these people don't even know what military training is like.

After several minutes, Lin Feng finally ordered the instructor to open the door.

One by one, they crawled out from inside.

A few minutes later, each with red eyes and tears streaming, they lined up in two rows.

Lin Feng gripped a birch rod, sneering: "Who just said the instructor isn't proper? From now on, you'll make me look good."

"Report, instructor, it's Xu Jing!"

Immediately someone spoke while pinching their nose, giving away Xu Jing.

"Xu Jing, fall out!"

An instructor said coldly.

Xu Jing stepped forward.

"Get down!"

The instructor then said.

Xu Jing glanced at the formation with hatred.

Night fell, not knowing who had betrayed oneself.

After getting down, Lin Feng raised the birch rod in his hand.

Pa—

Ah—

A shrill, miserable scream rang out.