Compete with the Instructor

Every year, the training of newly admitted students at Biddeford University was a hot topic. Because the training venue was far from an ordinary place. It was located at an army base under the hill located approximately seven to eight kilometers away from the university. Early in the morning. Before dawn, the freshmen clad in uniforms had boarded the bus one after another, waiting to set off. Everyone was unusually excited, filled with curiosity and admiration for the military zone. The boys were talking about guns and cannons, while the girls were talking about uniforms and soldiers. Yawning, Valentina just made it in time and got into the line from the back. The moment she boarded the bus, the previously noisy bus gradually became quiet. Dozens of eyes turned towards her. Even the driver looked twice. He was amazed by her. There were only two or three empty seats left. Valentina, carrying the double-shoulder bag distributed by the school, casually sat down next to a boy's vacant seat