"My name is Wu Xiong, I'm the instructor for Medical College Class 123. For the next seven days, I'll be training you. From now on, you're all under my command, understand?"
Wu Xiong shouted loudly.
"Understood."
The group obediently responded.
"Tang Ming, your attire is disheveled, and you're late. Now go run twenty laps around the track."
Wu Xiong issued the order without any room for doubt.
"Yes, sir."
Tang Ming didn't say a word, turned on his heel, and quickly started running towards the track.
Though Tang Ming was strong, he was principled. Regardless of the reason this time, he knew he was wrong and had to accept it.
Watching Tang Ming run towards the track in a standard posture, Wu Xiong was slightly surprised but didn't think much of it, turning to the other students instead: "Everyone, turn right, march in step, and line up at the track."
Seeing Tang Ming punished, Shao Wuyou almost laughed out loud, thoroughly enjoying it.
