The truck door opened, and a sour, stinky smell hit them in the face, with only a pile of black, paint-like items that seemed like clothes visible. "Take off your uniforms and pick a set each, change immediately," Lu Xun jumped down from the truck. Previously, Ren Minghang had specifically gone to look for him but hadn't found him, unexpectedly he had gone out to transport uniforms.
They were air-tight, old-fashioned military uniforms in dark black color. When the students saw them, they were all dumbfounded; compared to Nomex uniforms, these were worlds apart.
Some of the female students had already started pouting. Those uniforms, which looked like rejects from the 1950s and 60s, also had a strange smell. Wearing these for a month would probably suffocate someone to death.
"You have three minutes. Those who don't manage to change in time will do a thousand squat jumps," Lu Xun's words barely finished when the students hurriedly climbed onto the truck, grabbing the clothes.
