Taboo Rule: No Romance with The Instructor

My family is very wealthy!

I can't say exactly how much money we have.

But I've always been the precious jewel pampered and adored since childhood!

During my sophomore year, my grandfather retired from the military. As soon as he saw me, he scolded my parents for spoiling me too much.

I didn't take it to heart, because after all, there was no way my grandfather would send me to the military, and my dad definitely wouldn't agree to it.

What I didn't expect was that on the day before summer vacation, several military trucks drove through the bustling city and entered our luxurious campus.

They quickly sealed off the school and confiscated all our phones.

They informed us that we were about to start a two-month military training camp.

At first, we all thought it was a prank until a line of live drill instructors stood right in front of us!

He stood in the center, very handsome, somewhat resembling a cartoon character I had saved on my phone.

But his tanned skin made him look even more masculine.

His military uniform was crisp and straight, with the buttons of his white shirt meticulously fastened to the top, giving off a sense of both elegance and restraint.

I seemed to catch a whiff of his "hormonal" scent, and my heart started pounding wildly.

I felt a bit dizzy, a bit short of breath...

Then, my legs went weak, and I fainted.

Before losing consciousness, I seemed to see the man flash towards me.

Then I collapsed onto a firm back.

His profile was right in front of me, and he looked incredibly handsome!

When I woke up, the smell of disinfectant filled my nose.

I was all too familiar with this smell—it was the school clinic.

As I was about to get up, I saw him sitting beside me, holding a book, looking at me leisurely.

"You got heatstroke before even standing in the military posture. You're really delicate!"

I was speechless.

So what if a girl was a bit delicate?

What was the point of being handsome? With such a sharp tongue, he'd never find a girlfriend, hmph!

The next day...

I was still in a sweet dream when a sudden alarm woke me up.

Startled, I hurriedly ran out, not even bothering to change my clothes, afraid that if I was too slow, I might lose my life.

Outside the dormitory building, a group of sleepy, disheveled students had gathered.

Twenty drill instructors stood in a row, creating an unusual but striking scene!

I was the last to arrive, and at that moment, all eyes were on me.

I glanced back at my dorm room—thank goodness, it wasn't on fire!

He raised an eyebrow and looked at me, "Is this student cosplaying as Peppa Pig?"

Amidst the laughter, I looked down at my pink pajamas and wished I could find a hole to crawl into.

"What's so funny? Line up!"

A darker instructor, known as Mr. Black, was standing next to him. Mr. Black bellowed and helped me out of my embarrassment.

I gratefully looked at him, but Mr. Black avoided my gaze as if he had seen a ghost.

The domineering aura they exuded was something us greenhorn students couldn't resist.

The fear that arose involuntarily made the students obediently comply.

But this formation... He didn't seem satisfied with it.

His frown deepened, and his expression grew more unpleasant.

"Haven't you ever done morning exercises? Even elementary school students can line up better than this. Is your intelligence lower than that of elementary students?!"

I looked at the student standing in front of me and quietly lowered my head, determined not to step forward no matter what.

There's no way I would ever admit that I'm short!

Some students subtly shifted their positions in the line, but most stayed put, which gave me a bit more confidence.

"Ariya, step out of the line!"

He suddenly called my name, which startled me!