PFC Chapter 417 Surviving with a Burden (Page 12)
Chapter 417 Surviving with a Burden (Page 12)
3:00 AM, recruits' dormitory.
"Ring ring ring—!!!"
The piercing training bell suddenly rang, and the entire dormitory building instantly erupted into chaos!
Li Zhenzhen suddenly sprang up from the bed, slamming her head against the upper bunk, wincing in pain: "Ouch—which idiot scheduled this time for training?!"
Qian Duoduo from the next dorm rubbed her eyes sleepily, "Holy crap... am I dreaming? It's not even dawn yet..."
Liu Yang poked half his head out from under the covers, squinted at the window, and said, "The moon's still out... It's the middle of the night, isn't it?!"
Long Tiesheng, however, was in high spirits. He leaped off the bed with a somersault and raised the broken flag high: "Warriors of mortals and immortals never fear the night!"
Everyone: "..." (Silently throwing pillows at them)
Ten minutes later, the new recruits gathered sparsely on the training ground, looking sleepy and slumped over.
Qian Duoduo yawned as she walked and almost bumped into a flagpole.
Li Mo, with her eyes closed, was being dragged along by Li Zhenzhen as if in a sleepwalking state.
Liu Yang's clothes were on backwards, with the collar stuck around his neck, making him look like a penguin whose fate was being strangled.
Long Tiesheng was in high spirits, but... he was wearing his right shoe on his left foot.
On stage, Zhang Yun wore a mask, crossed his arms, and stood behind him Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu, An Qingyu, Jiang Er, and Lin Qiye, all of them looking energetic, as if 3 a.m. was just afternoon tea time for them.
Zhang Yun glanced at his watch and said calmly, "Three minutes. If you don't make it, you'll be punished."
The recruits instantly snapped to attention, frantically scanning their surroundings—where was Lu Baoyou?!
In the dormitory building, Lu Baoyou's room door was tightly closed.
Baili Pangpang, with a chicken leg dangling from his mouth, squatted down at the door and knocked: "Brother, get up!"
A cold voice came from inside the door: "Get out."
Baili Pangpang: "..."
He turned to look at Zhang Yun and spread his hands: "Old Zhang, this kid isn't cooperating."
Zhang Yun smiled slightly: "It's alright, let him sleep."
The recruits stared wide-eyed—this guy has special privileges?!
Zhang Yun added, "After waking up, there will be an additional 100 laps as punishment."
The recruits: "..." (Suddenly, they felt balanced)
Three minutes later, Zhang Yun glanced at the sparsely packed group of new recruits and sighed:
"Attention, everyone—fifty laps with weights! Begin now!"
The new recruits immediately wailed:
Fifty laps?! That'll kill someone!
"We arrived on time!"
"This is unfair!!!"
Cao Yuan (whose madness had subsided) coldly replied, "On the battlefield, do you think the enemy will talk about fairness with you?"
The recruits: "..." (unable to refute)
Liu Yang said with a mournful face, "But we're a team..."
Zhang Yun nodded: "That's right, so—everyone shall be punished!"
The new recruits: "..." (They all wanted to curse)
As the weighted run began, the new recruits wobbled and crawled along the track like a group of zombies.
Qian Duoduo ran five laps and was almost vomiting. Holding her knees and panting, she said, "I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..."
Li Zhenzhen grabbed him: "Don't stop! If you stop, we'll add ten more laps!"
Qian Duoduo: "...Let me die."
Liu Yang ran his tenth lap when a sudden idea struck him. He sneaked into the grass beside the track, but just as he crouched down—
Jiang Er's spirit floated over, smiling at him: "Slacking off?"
Liu Yang: "...I'm tying my shoelaces!"
Jiang Er: "Oh, then add five more laps."
Liu Yang: "???"
Long Tiesheng, however, grew increasingly excited as he ran, raising the broken flag high and shouting, "Mortals and immortals, grant me power!!!"
As a result, he stepped into the wrong place and rolled directly into the drainage ditch.
Everyone: "..." (silently walk away)
Just as the new recruits were running their twentieth lap, Lu Baoyou finally appeared.
He walked to the edge of the track with his hands in his pockets and a cold face, glanced at the exhausted recruits, and snorted, "Boring."
Zhang Yun raised an eyebrow: "You're awake? One hundred laps, let's go."
Lu Baoyou glanced at him, and without saying a word, she started running!
Moreover—he was flying low, using the wings of a fallen angel!
The recruits stared in disbelief as he whizzed past them, completing ten laps in an instant.
Qian Duoduo burst into tears: "This is cheating!!!"
Zhang Yun calmly said, "Oh, I forgot to mention, runs performed using ability are not counted in the lap count."
Lu Baoyou: "..." (Lands with a dark face and starts running obediently)
By the thirtieth lap, the recruits had finally reached their breaking point and decided to "revolt"!
Li Zhenzhen gasped for breath and whispered, "Brothers...we can't just sit here and wait to die!"
Liu Yang: "What are your plans?"
Li Zhenzhen smiled slyly: "We...we'll pretend to faint!"
Everyone: "..." (This plan is terrible!)
However, before they could even implement it—
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses and said calmly, "Just a reminder, faking fainting will result in an extra twenty laps as punishment."
The new recruits: "..." (Is this even fair?!)
As the first rays of sunlight shone on the training ground, the new recruits finally completed fifty laps (Lu Baoyou completed one hundred laps), collapsing to the ground like puddles of mud.
Qian Duoduo's eyes were vacant: "I saw... the light of heaven..."
Liu Yang lay on the ground, muttering, "My leg... isn't mine anymore..."
Long Tiesheng still held the broken flag high, but his hand was trembling wildly: "The mortal world... the glory of immortals..."
Li Zhenzhen gritted her teeth: "Zhang Yun... I'll remember you..."
On stage, Zhang Yun smiled slightly:
"Today's morning exercise is now over."
The recruits were just about to cheer—
"Continue tomorrow, at 2 AM."
The new recruits: "..."
This is hell!
...
Early morning in the recruits' mess hall.
A group of exhausted recruits dragged their heavy steps into the mess hall, their minds filled with images of steaming hot buns, fragrant soy milk, and golden fried dough sticks...
However, the moment they pushed open the cafeteria door—
"vomit--!!!"
Qian Duoduo was the first to cover her mouth and rush out, leaning against the wall and dry heaving.
Liu Yang's eyes widened as he pointed at the dining table: "What... what is this?!"
On the long tables in the canteen, there were plates of raw, bloody meat, some of which still had fur on them and emitted a faint fishy smell.
Li Zhenzhen's face turned pale: "Are we here to be night watchmen, or savages?!"
Long Tiesheng remained calm, picked up a piece of raw meat and smelled it: "Hmm, fresh. A warrior of the mortal realm isn't picky about food!"
Everyone: "..." (Are you a werewolf?!)
In the kitchen, Old Sun, pipe in mouth, sneered, "This is what new recruits eat! Take it or leave it!"
Just as the recruits were questioning their existence by looking at the raw meat, the other door of the mess hall opened—
Lin Qiye, Zhang Yun, Baili Pangpang, Shen Qingzhu, An Qingyu, Jiang Er, Cao Yuan, and Jialan strolled in with leisurely steps.
As soon as Old Man Sun saw them, his expression changed immediately, and he smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Oh, the instructors are here! Please have a seat!"
He clapped his hands, and several chefs pushed out a food cart laden with steaming Manchu Han Imperial Feast dishes—
Crystal shrimp dumplings, braised lion's head meatballs, steamed sea bass, crispy roast duck, crab roe soup dumplings...
The new recruits: "???"
Qian Duoduo cried, her eyes brimming with tears: "This isn't fair!!!"
Old Sun snorted coldly: "The instructors are elites, you are new recruits, how can you compare?"
The new recruits: "..." (They really want to punch someone)
Just as the new recruits were filled with grief and indignation, Zhang Yun had already sat down at the dining table.
He glanced at the table full of delicious food, quickly devoured it all, and cleared the plate in a flash.
He glanced again at the raw meat on the recruits' tables, and suddenly—
"Shh!"
His figure vanished instantly, and the next second, he appeared in front of the recruits' dining table, picked up a plate of raw meat, and started eating!
The new recruits: "???"
Li Zhenzhen's eyes widened: "He...he's eating raw meat?!"
Liu Yang's fingers trembled: "Eat it...raw?!"
Zhang Yun remained expressionless, chewing loudly as if he were eating potato chips.
The new recruits were all stunned.
Lin Qiye picked up a crystal-clear shrimp dumpling, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Zhang Yun, who was frantically devouring raw meat not far away, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Baili Pangpang, munching on a chicken leg, mumbled, "Qiye, do you think Brother Yun is really hungry, or is he deliberately provoking those new recruits?"
Shen Qingzhu pushed up her sunglasses and sneered, "If he's really hungry, he could gnaw the walls of the cafeteria down."
An Qingyu's glasses flashed with a data stream as she calmly analyzed, "Based on Zhang Yun's daily dietary intake, his calorie expenditure this morning was insufficient to support such an exaggerated eating behavior... therefore—"
He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting light: "Both."
Everyone: "..."
Jiang Er added in a low voice, "And... Brother Yun seems to be enjoying his meal?"
Everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see Zhang Yun holding a piece of raw, bloody steak, eating it expressionlessly, while the new recruits at the table opposite him had already taken three steps back in fright.
Lin Qiye sighed, "...He definitely did it on purpose."
In fact, Zhang Yun was not hungry.
But he just loved seeing the recruits' expressions that said, "Instructor, are you crazy?"
He almost couldn't help but laugh when Li Zhenzhen forced herself to grab some raw meat and stuff it into her mouth.
"Crack!"
He took another bite of the raw lamb chop, chewing it with a loud crunch, then deliberately looked at the group of hungry recruits whose eyes were practically glowing green, and said slowly:
"What, not going to eat? There won't be any food for survival in the wild later."
The recruits: "..." (inner screams: Who the hell did this?!)
Suddenly, Baili Pangpang had a bright idea and leaned close to An Qingyu: "Qingyu, what do you think... what's the structure of Brother Yun's stomach? Won't he get diarrhea from eating raw meat?"
An Qingyu adjusted her glasses and said seriously, "Theoretically, the human digestive system cannot completely break down the parasites and bacteria in raw meat, but Zhang Yun..."
"He's a pervert!!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Baili Pangpang had already taken out a piece of sashimi and secretly stuffed it into his mouth.
Three seconds later——
"vomit!!!"
Baili Pangpang's face turned ashen, and he rushed straight to the toilet.
Everyone: "..."
Shen Qingzhu sneered: "If you don't court death, you won't die."
the other side.
Without even looking up, Zhang Yun continued his rampage, devouring table after table of raw meat, undercooked meat, and even bloody meat in a whirlwind.
The new recruits stared in disbelief. Qian Duoduo stammered, "He...he must be a reincarnated starving ghost..."
Old Man Sun sneered: "Not going to eat? There are plenty of people who will!"
Zhang Yun suddenly stopped, looked up with a dark expression: "...Why does that sound like an insult to me?"