There must be something wrong with me

Chapter 337 - 143: A Lot of New Knowledge_2

But the coach and director have repeatedly emphasized discipline, which has allowed them to maintain an excited state of ’breathing and eyes,’ while their bodies remain relatively calm.At least they didn’t shout out directly like on the street.

Swoosh—

The helicopter landed.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Feng stepped onto the podium in the front.

"President Zhang!" The principal handed over the wireless microphone with both hands.

Zhang Feng, although capable of roaring loudly, did not disrespect him but slightly nodded and took it from his hand.

Meanwhile.

Zhang Feng looked at the students standing upright below the stage and said with a smile: "Students in grades two to four, you have a foundation in martial arts and can stand straight.

But also take care of your juniors who have just arrived and in the cold weather.

So, students, at ease."

Swoosh—

The second, third, and fourth graders performed a neat action.

With complete militarized management and the knowledge that the pioneer would arrive, they were able to achieve disciplined consistency.

Only the freshmen in the first grade, like the seniors before them, were not doing the ’at ease’ action neatly.

But because they had some confidence, they were much better than the seniors a year ago.

"Nice, all the students are doing well, discipline is much better than last year."

Zhang Feng didn’t hesitate to praise them.

This praise allowed the instructors of the first grade to breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, training new students in discipline, alongside the pioneer’s speech today, seemed like an ’inspection of new life?’

The pressure was indeed immense.

Nobody wanted to accept the hot ’new student’ potato, but for the sake of our country’s future, there was no choice.

Meanwhile.

Zhang Feng knew that students didn’t like long-winded talks, so after saying ’at ease,’ he smiled and continued:

"The weather is too cold, I’ll keep it brief."

"No, please!"

"Principal Zhang, please say a few more words..."

"Yes... Principal Zhang, can you talk a bit more..." .

A completely rule-bound item, only he could use.

Others would see it as a metal lump and couldn’t analyze it at all.

’I almost forgot about it.’

After living through hundreds of years, Zhang Feng no longer remembered it.

But he also vaguely knew that it seemed silent.

So, having some free time.

Zhang Feng looked around and stood in the living room.

Then aimed the gun at the sandbag in the room and silently pulled the trigger.

Bang—

Though there was no gunshot, the sound of the bullet hitting the sandbag was present.

Zhang Feng went over to look twice, then shot the gun at the wooden table.

Then observed the scorched bullet mark.