“One-two-one! Push harder! Break through your limits! You’ve still got untapped potential! If you don’t pick up the pace, tomorrow I’m bringing a dog to cheer you on!”
Class B’s instructor had a style all his own — clearly this wasn’t your standard, cookie-cutter military drill.
The second they heard about the “dog,” the cadets’ imaginations ran wild — was he talking about actually letting a dog loose on them? A dachshund? A chihuahua?! The chances of it being some tiny lapdog were slim. You don’t joke about things like that — everyone on the track started pumping their legs faster, running like their lives depended on it.
“I can’t do it anymore, I’m dead, man. Damn it, when do we get to stop? Hey, Lin Mo — you think that black-as-charcoal drill sergeant is doing this just to screw with
