When I was in the junior military academy, I met an uncle of the People's Liberation Army. He is our instructor, surnamed Zhou. He has a chubby face and bright eyes. His hair was cut short and he stood straight like a hedgehog. He wore a military cap, camouflage clothes and sneakers, and the whole person looked full of energy and amiable. But you only saw his good side, which is a big mistake.

Once, the instructor made us squat for half an hour. At first, we felt comfortable squatting, but after a while, we found that it was far from as easy as we thought. The burning sun made us feel hot all over, and our legs were as numb as lead. We can't help asking, "Instructor, how many minutes?" The instructor said, "It's early, and there are still 28 minutes."

God, I thought I was in jail for fifteen minutes, but it was only two minutes. When do I have to squat? At this moment, I really realized the taste of "living like a year"

I gnashed my teeth there. Suddenly, one of us in the second row couldn't hold on any longer and fell headlong. Under his influence, our row of people all lost their breath, and fell down one by one like mahjong tiles, sitting on the ground panting. The instructor was unmoved and shouted, "Get up!" No way, we had to pat our butts and continue squatting until he called "stop".

But tutors can be very "gentle" sometimes. I remember once, we were in military training. Suddenly, a female classmate shouted that she had a stomachache, turned pale and broke into a cold sweat. Instructor Zhou saw her and immediately helped her to the office, told her to sit down in a chair and poured her a cup of hot tea. When she is stable, tell her to call home. It seems that the instructor cares about us.

Now, the military training is over and the instructor has returned to the army, but we really miss him!