"Is this military camp your home? If you want to be a soldier, be one. If you can't, then go home. Do you want to be a deserter?" Wang Ye scolded Han Yi, glaring at him.
"N-No, Platoon Leader, I..." Han Yi faced the possibility of his Class leader's outburst, but when confronted by Wang Ye, he had no temper. His face turned red, and he stammered.
"What about me? Shut up and get out!" Wang Ye didn't wait for him to speak and scolded him again.
At this moment, Han Yi bit his lip, looked at Wang Ye, then glanced at his own Class leader. Finally, with a red face and a thick neck, he turned and walked out of Class Seven.
Indeed, he didn't respect his Class leader, but as for Wang Ye, as he had said, he respected him a lot.
This was a Class leader and platoon leader who took the lead and worked with the new recruits no matter what they did.
Perhaps he was strict, and he often scolded people, but Wang Ye set high standards for his subordinates.
