42: Chapter 42 Turbulent Times! Is War Brewing?

Meanwhile, Shen Youchu, who was enjoying a wonderful summer life, was about to explode with anger.

"Ah! I'm so pissed! I'm so pissed!"

Shen Youchu threw her phone heavily onto the bed, her delicate face slightly twisted with anger.

"This Qin Feng, he actually blocked me!"

"The month is almost over, and he still hasn't transferred the money to me!"

"What about my new bag? And who's going to pay for the afternoon tea I promised my sisters this week?"

She was wearing designer pajamas, and her vanity table was filled with various expensive skincare products, each one worth a fortune.

And most of these were bought with Qin Feng's hard-earned money.

She poured all her grievances into the "Swallow Villa" group chat.

"Abi" hurriedly came forward to comfort her.

"Youchu, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over someone like that."

"How can I not be angry?"

Shen Youchu bit her lip, her eyes full of grievance.

"I treated him as one of my own, which is why I let him spend money on me. This is giving him face!"

"But he, on the other hand, just stopped contacting me."

"What does he take me for? Someone he can summon at will and dismiss at whim?"

These upside-down logic remarks made the group members frown, but they dared not say anything.

Just then, Shen Youchu's phone rang.

It was Murong Zhe calling.

"Hello, Zhe..."

Shen Youchu's voice immediately became pitiful, carrying a sob.

"Youchu, don't cry."

Murong Zhe's voice on the other end of the line was gentle yet domineering.

"I already know."

"That Qin Feng is truly audacious! How dare he treat you like this!"

"Zhe, I... I'm so sad."

"Youchu, don't worry. That simp Qin Feng must have gone for freshman military training, so it's definitely inconvenient for him to answer your call. This dead simp, just let him act out. Ignore him for a few days, and he'll crawl back begging on his own."

Shen Youchu heard this and felt that Murong Zhe's words made a lot of sense.

After all, Qin Feng had been chasing her for three years and had been a simp for three years.

How could he just say he wouldn't chase her anymore, or block her just like that?

It wasn't like they hadn't argued before; every time, with just a wave of her hand, Qin Feng would come crawling back like a dead dog to beg for her favor.

"Zhe, you're right."

Murong Zhe's tone shifted, and he said righteously:

"Him cutting off your money is like cutting off my right-hand man. It even hinders my 'Revive Great Yan' plan!"

"Then... then what should we do?" Shen Youchu asked with a sob.

"We'll make this guy Qin Feng pay it back double." Murong Zhe gritted his teeth on the other end of the line.

"I don't believe he can hold back from contacting you forever. When that time comes, Youchu, you must not show him any sympathy."

"Not only must he make up for this month, he must also kneel and apologize. Yes! That's a must."

Hearing this, Shen Youchu couldn't help but laugh through her tears, feeling confident again.

"Mm! Okay! I'll listen to you."

...

At this very moment. Pitch black night. Qin Feng was lying on the hard bed in the barracks, sleeping soundly.

He was even having a dream.

In the dream, he returned to the battlefield of his past life.

Driving a badass main battle tank, drifting wildly across the vast plains.

Behind him followed a group of howling enemies, shouting things like "Swallow Villa" and "Fairy Sister".

Qin Feng found them too noisy, turned the turret, and fired a high-energy armor-piercing shell at them.

The world was finally quiet.

"Hoo..."

Qin Feng turned over, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Smacking his lips, he went back to sleep.

The next day. The atmosphere at the military training camp suddenly changed.

The freshmen, who could only sneak a look at their phones during training breaks, were unusually gathered by the instructors in the Canteen to watch the News Broadcast.

On the huge projection screen, there were no more songs and dances, nor economic data.

Replacing them were the unprecedentedly serious faces of the anchors and shocking news headlines.

[On the western border of the Dragon Kingdom, Country A's military crossed the line to provoke without cause, and our patrol team was forced to counterattack in self-defense!]

[In the eastern waters, Country B's carrier strike group is conducting large-scale military exercises, codenamed "Sharp Sword", targeting the core waters of the Dragon Kingdom!]

[In the southern jungle, Country C's Special Forces exchanged fire with unidentified armed elements, and multiple pieces of evidence show the shadow of a major power behind them!]

The scene changed.

Countless Dragon Kingdom armored convoys were speeding on the highway, and military transport planes loaded with soldiers were roaring into the sky.

In the ports, gray-painted warships were being decommissioned from storage, preparing to set sail.

The whole world seemed to have switched from a peaceful and prosperous age to the brink of war overnight.

In the air, a tense atmosphere known as "the wind is rising before the storm" permeated.

In the Canteen, the freshmen who were laughing and joking just a moment ago were now silent.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change.

"I... I didn't see that wrong, did I? Is this... going to war?" A boy said with a trembling voice.

"Are you kidding me! It's the 21st century, how can there still be a war? This must be an exercise!"

"Yes, it's a national promotional video to raise our national defense awareness!" Wei Kai analyzed, trying to remain calm, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

"Promotional video? Does your family use the News Broadcast to play promotional videos?" Zhao Hu's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but retort.

"Look at the anchor's face, it's almost as dark as the bottom of a pot!"

"It's over, it's over, it's over..." Liu Wei grabbed Qin Feng's arm in despair.

"Brother Feng, I haven't even been in a relationship yet! I haven't even carried on the family line for the old Liu family!"

"I don't want to go to the battlefield! I'm just a college student who wants to get a diploma!"

Li Lang was also about to cry: "Brother Feng, say something, is this real or fake? I feel like my legs are a bit weak."

The entire Canteen was like a fish pond into which a bomb had been dropped, completely boiling over.

Various negative emotions spread rapidly among the crowd.

These proud children of heaven who grew up in greenhouses had never thought that the word "war" would be so close to them.

So close that it felt like they would be handed a steel rifle and pushed onto the battlefield tomorrow.

Just when everyone was in a state of chaos, only Qin Feng remained as steady as an old dog.

He even had the leisure to take out a piece of chocolate that Liu Wei had offered him yesterday, slowly peel off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

The sweetness melted on the tip of his tongue.

His eyes, however, were as sharp as an eagle, staring fixedly at the military mobilization footage flashing across the screen.

[It's here?]

Qin Feng's heart was calm, even a little excited.

[Is it finally here...]

[The butterfly effect? Or caused by my transmigration?]

He watched the so-called "military experts" on the screen analyzing the situation, and a sneer of contempt couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.

[A bunch of idiots talking on paper.]

[Country A's tactical intention is a feint, the purpose is to contain the forces of our western theater. The real main attack direction is the eastern waters occupied by Country B.]

[As for Country C, it's just a clown, a smokescreen released to disgust people.]

[This battle, if it is to be fought, will be an information war and blitzkrieg under high technology! What is tested is the country's comprehensive strength and war potential.]

In Qin Feng's mind, countless tactical plans and intelligence data flashed by, like a precise supercomputer.

He even began to calculate silently in his heart.

[With the Dragon Kingdom's current military strength, winning is not a problem. But the key is to win beautifully, win quickly, and minimize losses.]

[What a pity...]

He looked around.

Looking at those "alumni" who were scared to the point of wetting their pants, he shook his head helplessly.

These guys couldn't even be called recruits.

They couldn't even walk in step; once on the battlefield, they would be moving targets, living cannon fodder.

The military's pressure must be huge.

This is the rhythm of starting a nationwide military training!