The Ger Is A Part Timer [BL]

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A/N: Surprise bytches~ (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ lol Read and enjoy~

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""Sixty-six!""

The collective voices of the cadets echoed across the training field, but the person barking at them still looked unimpressed. His eyes swept over them with the scrutiny of a man who had seen far too many soldiers break under pressure.

"Louder! Are your throats as weak as your arms?! Do you think the battlefield will hear your whining?!"

""Sixty-seven!""

"Are you truly men?! Are your muscles just for display?! Louder!"

The booming voice of Drill Instructor Viktor could reach even the farthest person on the field.

On the first day, the unexpected volume control from the instructor left Chen WangZhi clutching his ears. But eventually, it had impressed him so much with how it was even louder than his father's voice when scolding him and more relentless than when he was being nagged at.

""Sixty-eight!""

""Sixty-nine!""

A streak of sweat trailed down from the side of Yu Yan's face and dripped down from his chin and onto the dirt.

Today's drill class lesson was PT—physical training. This included daily exercises such as running, push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and other calisthenics to build strength, endurance, and overall fitness among the cadets; though in Yu Yan's opinion, the drill instructor seems to be stricter on the first years rather than the seniors. However, this was perhaps a given as the seniors had already cultivated their self-discipline unlike the rookies who still required harsh training and automatic reflexes ingrained in their blood and bones.

Yu Yan exhaled through gritted teeth, his arms burning from the relentless push-ups. Beside him, Gazef barely spared him a glance, his expression calm despite the sweat trickling down his temple. Yu Yan smirked.

"What's wrong, Azef? Getting tired?" he teased, voice just loud enough for only the man to hear.

Gazef's blue-green eyes flickered toward him, and he immediately picked up the pace, completing the next reps faster than before, doubling but not missing the beat on each count the others were shouting.

His cold expression could not hide the amusement and mirth in his eyes. Yu Yan could almost hear him cajoling him, 'Oh, are you tired?'

Yu Yan smiled but the ends of lips couldn't help but twinge, just as pride did. He could take this as an outright challenge, couldn't he? Couldn't he?!

Mihai, if he found out what his prince was doing: That's what you get for being a peacock—dance and show off all you want but your mate sees you as a rival rather than a partner.

Gazef: ....

Fine, Yu Yan thought. If Gazef wanted to play it that way, he'd oblige. Matching Gazef's pace, he powered through his push-ups with renewed energy!

Fernis, on the other hand, was doing just enough to meet the requirements without drawing attention, almost as if zoning out the rest of his wayward teammates. He wasn't about to get caught in their madness.

Struggling nearby, Chen WangZhi groaned. He was barely meeting every beat! On the side, however, one of his teammates followed the rhythm methodically with a face of peaceful meditation whilst the other two were competing against each other, doing twice the requested quota!

"You're all insane—", he uttered as he resignedly fell down. He no longer cared! Come! Come and let the drill instructor yell at him as if it was his deathbed! He was already dying from exhaustion anyway!