Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and in my memory, I still entered the camp with my luggage in confusion, but now it's time to leave. Looking at my name on the bulletin board and recalling the scene when my physical fitness assessment results were announced a while ago, I felt a slight sourness in my nose. Zhang Ziliang, take a look at your training results. It's your last time. How did you get into this exam At that time, as soon as the physical fitness assessment results were announced, the class monitor Gao Xin sternly called me over. I tightened my heart and hurriedly ran to the bulletin board, only to see that my grades were a few points higher than last time. Looking at the sly smile on the squad leader's face, I couldn't help but sigh softly: "I'm almost discharged from the military, but I still fall for the squad leader's tricks." Looking back on my two-year military career, I grew up with the squad leader's "little tricks". I have long heard that our class is an advanced military training class of the company. This resounding title made me very nervous as I was participating in physical training for the first time. As if sensing my nervousness, the class monitor spoke in a gentle tone and told me, "Ziliang, you just arrived and haven't adapted yet. Let's focus on physical activity instead of increasing intensity." Hearing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, shortly after the training began, I realized that something was wrong - we were already sweating profusely as we ran down in circles, but the squad leader had no intention of stopping. I felt like my throat was about to smoke, so I asked at the top of my voice, "Class monitor, how much further do we have to run?" The class monitor turned around and said, "We're almost there, there's still the last kilometer!" Everything in front of me gradually blurred in the sweat dripping from my forehead. I ran to my legs, my mind blank, and only remembered "there's still the last kilometer. After following the team several times past the starting point, the whistle finally sounded and everyone shouted for the end of the training, while I could only drag my tired body and move step by step towards the class. Later, I learned that the training ground of the platoon is one kilometer long per lap. And that 'physical activity', after I asked, the class monitor took me for another 4 laps. In my first year of military service, the squad leader used his "last mile" to lead me through spring, summer, autumn, and winter. My 3000 meter run score jumped from "passing" to "excellent". If the "last kilometer" during running is the "beautiful lie" of the class monitor, then the repeated "give me another one" on the horizontal bar training field is the "tight spell" that gives me a headache. After the strength training began, due to insufficient upper limb strength, I became a "difficult user" for the purpose of the pull in class. When I was hanging on the horizontal bar and pulled, I looked like a fish out of water, struggling and struggling to barely complete one. Class monitor, I can't do it anymore Don't go down, give me another one! "Every time I hear this voice, I want to bite the horizontal bar with my teeth and exert force together. When I was exhausted, I uncontrollably fell off the bar. The class monitor firmly supported me and then laughed and joked, saying that I owed him another pull up. Owing I am unable to defend myself, but the squad leader's' little trick 'has succeeded again. Unforgettable scenes from the past two years are replaying in my mind. I can't remember how many times I have been manipulated by the class monitor's "little tricks". As someone who has repeatedly been "tricked", I have gradually become content, as I have witnessed my visible growth and progress. Gather together The cries of my comrades instantly brought me back to my senses, and it was time to bid farewell. Salute With a command, I raised my right hand but felt my entire arm trembling slightly. Before boarding the bus, I looked back again and didn't want to say goodbye easily to the class monitor's gaze. Without saying a word, for some reason, I suddenly had a question: "Class leader, how many pull ups do I owe you?" The class leader was stunned, then hugged me hard and said, "I don't remember. Every time you want to give up in the future, just 'give me back' one