HPDBC Chapter 67 No military training? That's awesome!
Chapter 67 No military training? That's awesome!
Astonishment, confusion, followed by an outpouring of envy like a volcanic eruption!
Why?!
Why is he exempt from this "devilish training"? Countless questions swirled in the students' minds.
The first class meeting lasted for about an hour and didn't end until around 8:30 p.m.
The students filed out of classroom 301, and the corridor immediately became lively with chatter. The topics almost all revolved around tomorrow's military training and the "lucky one".
"This school is killing us! A whole month! A whole month!"
"This weather, this sun... just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm going to get heatstroke."
"Why do you think Chen Zhiyuan doesn't have to do military training? Is there some special reason?"
"I don't know, I'm so envious..."
The four people in dormitory 217 also followed the flow of people out.
Duan Bin was the first to resist, sidling up to Chen Zhiyuan with an envious look on his face and asking, "Zhiyuan, tell me, why don't you have to do military training? That's so awesome!"
Du Jiancheng also joined in, his immense curiosity making him forget his fatigue: "Yeah, is there any secret? Is there something wrong with your health?"
The thought of not having to go through that grueling military training is incredibly appealing.
Facing his roommates' intense gazes and curiosity, Chen Zhiyuan smiled contentedly and, without intending to deliberately hide it, revealed:
"Nothing special, it's just that the school's physical education teacher thinks I have some talent in sprinting, so he made me do special training every day. The training time conflicted with the military training, so he made a special exception and I don't have to participate in the military training."
So that's how it is!
Duan Bin looked at Chen Zhiyuan with even more envy.
Du Jiancheng's eyes lit up as if he saw a glimmer of hope, and he quickly said, "Sprinting? I can do that too! Zhiyuan, could you recommend me to the teacher? I don't want to do military training, I want to practice sprinting!"
Chen Zhiyuan was amused and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Oh? How many seconds can you run 100 meters?"
Du Jiancheng puffed out his chest, quite proudly saying, "Twelve or thirteen seconds shouldn't be a problem! I even won a prize in my high school sports meet!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiyuan laughed and scolded, "Go away! Get out of here! You dare to talk about results like this? Get the hell out of here!"
Du Jiancheng scratched his head, looking confused: Twelve or thirteen seconds... is that bad? He thought it was pretty fast.
The group of people laughed and joked as they returned to their dormitory.
They were all young and energetic, and the atmosphere remained relaxed and lively after they returned to the dormitory, as if they had endless topics to talk about.
Even after lights out, the dormitory was still lively for a while, with a "late-night chat summit" lasting for more than an hour, before gradually quieting down as the conversation subsided.
The next day, September 1, Jiangnan University held a grand and solemn mobilization meeting for military training.
Subsequently, a large-scale military training program lasting a month officially commenced under the still scorching early autumn sun.
On the playground and along the roads, there was a sea of military green.
The new students, dressed in uniform training clothes, began practicing standing at attention, turning on the spot, and marching in step, all at the command of the instructors. Sweat quickly soaked their clothes, and the sun made their skin feel hot.
Chen Zhiyuan, on the other hand, lived a carefree and relaxed life.
At seven o'clock in the morning, he appeared on the track and field on time and under the guidance of Su Bingying, he conducted more than an hour of efficient and professional sprint training.
After training, he leisurely enjoyed a hearty breakfast in the cafeteria.
Then, he strolled to a shady spot not far from the playground, holding a bottle of water, and watched with great interest the "spectacle" of the freshmen's military training for a while.
Under the blazing sun, the rows of students looked like green blocks of tofu placed on a hot plate. Occasionally, one could hear the instructors' stern reprimands and see students being helped to the side to rest because they were exhausted.
Compared to the dryness and coolness of his own body, Chen Zhiyuan felt that the scene before him was... particularly "visually appealing".
After watching for a while, feeling that even the shade of the trees couldn't block the rising heat, Chen Zhiyuan turned around and went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of iced cola.
Unscrew the cap, and with a soft "hiss," tilt your head back and take a big gulp. The icy bubbles, carrying a sweet taste, rush straight to your throat, instantly dispelling all the heat.
He leisurely strolled back to his dormitory, sipping his iced cola contentedly and whistling.
The dormitory was empty, with only him there; it was so quiet that the only sound was the fan turning.
Undisturbed, Chen Zhiyuan sat quietly at his desk, either engrossed in writing on his laptop or reviewing newly issued textbooks to preview the course content.
The cool, quiet, and free state of mind made him incredibly efficient.
Around noon, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and Duan Bin, Du Jiancheng, and Liu Haiyang walked in, dragging their heavy steps and groaning, as if they had been pulled out of the water.
"I'm exhausted... my bones feel like they're going to fall apart..."
"This awful weather, it's insanely hot! My clothes are constantly getting wet and drying, and now you could practically rub salt crystals out of them!"
"Stop talking, I need to take a shower! Nobody's going to take my bathroom!"
"I want to go too, I feel so sticky and uncomfortable all over... How about we go together?"
"Get lost! I'm not into that! Get in line!"
Seeing his roommates' faces flushed, sweating profusely, and complaining, Chen Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh again.
Although I haven't experienced it firsthand, I can fully imagine how hard it must have been.
He leisurely sipped his iced cola, savoring the refreshing sensation of the carbonated bubbles dancing on his tongue, then compared it to his roommates' disheveled state...
Yeah, it's better not to have military training.
This feeling is absolutely amazing.
The military training continued in full swing on the second day.
Chen Zhiyuan's schedule, however, is remarkably regular yet free.
Every morning and afternoon, he would train at the track and field for about an hour each time, honing his sprinting technique under Su Bingying's guidance and feeling the subtle changes in his body day by day.
The rest of the time is entirely at my own disposal; I can read, write, stroll around campus, or simply enjoy the coolness of my dorm room—it's incredibly pleasant.
My roommates all came back with legs that felt like lead for the first few days, their cries of pain echoing throughout the room.
Gradually, the complaints lessened. It wasn't that the suffering had stopped, but rather that the body seemed to adapt to this high-intensity "torture," or perhaps they were simply too exhausted to even complain.
However, what is visible to the naked eye is that the skin tones of these people have begun to move towards a "healthy bronze" or even a "dark brown" at an astonishing speed, forming a stark contrast with Chen Zhiyuan's still fair skin (which even appears healthier and more radiant due to regular exercise).
That noon, Chen Zhiyuan and He Fei ate lunch together in the cafeteria again.
After several days of military training, He Fei's originally fair and delicate skin was tinged with a light honey color. Unlike some people who were tanned to a dark red or even peeling, her skin looked as if she had been evenly coated with sunlight.