Placing the whistle in his mouth, Joshua Bailey blew it fiercely three times, drawing all the attention to himself.
"It's truly unavoidable," thought Glenn, "With his presence, I bet even when he's long gone, there will only be a few paying attention to him."
He could only forcefully shift their attention.
"Your head instructor said, let me take you for a run." Rubbing his hands together, Joshua Bailey approached with a megaphone in hand.
A group of cadets looked at him with an aura of nobility.
Even if they cowered in front of Glenn, in the presence of the Deputy Instructor, they had to hold their heads high and puff out their chests, right?
Looking at them, Joshua Bailey smiled, "From now on, morning exercises will generally follow this routine. If any of you are thinking of slacking off, I can't control you, but those who have this idea might as well choose to leave."
This was what Joshua Bailey had said in advance.
At first, no one understood what he meant by his words.
