5: Chapter 5's physical abilities are a little bit stronger, which is reasonable, right?

Old Zhou stood to the side, his expression shifting uncertainly.

He stared intently at the data on the medical equipment, his brow furrowed into a knot.

Reason told him that Qin Feng's physical fitness was too exaggerated and defied common sense.

"Blood pressure 110/70, normal."

"Heart rate 65, steady and strong."

"Blood oxygen saturation 99%, perfect."

With every piece of data the medical soldier reported, Old Zhou's brow relaxed a fraction, while the expressions of Zhang Hao and the others grew a fraction uglier.

How could this be?

How could everything possibly be normal?

Zhang Hao felt a bit panicked, but he quickly found a reason for himself.

What do these routine checks count for? The key ones haven't come yet!

"Hmph, what can routine checks reveal?"

Zhang Hao raised his voice, forcibly trying to save face.

"The key is the urine and blood tests! Those are the core items for checking stimulants! Don't rush, the good show is still to come!"

As soon as he said this, his surrounding lackeys immediately seemed to find their backbone again and nodded in succession.

"Exactly! Brother Hao is right!"

"Wait for the blood test results!"

Soon, the blood and urine samples were sent for testing.

The waiting time seemed exceptionally long.

The atmosphere in the infirmary became increasingly heavy, as if the air had stopped flowing.

Fine beads of sweat began to seep from Zhang Hao's forehead. He kept rubbing his hands, his eyes fixed dead on the direction of the laboratory, muttering to himself.

"There must be, there must be..."

He no longer just wanted to see Qin Feng make a fool of himself; this was more like a war where his face was on the line.

If Qin Feng had no issues, wouldn't that prove that he, Zhang Hao, was a clown jumping up and down?

No! Absolutely impossible!

Finally, the door to the laboratory opened.

A medical soldier wearing a mask walked out holding a few report sheets, looking serious.

"Report, Company Commander, the results are out."

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on them.

Zhang Hao even stretched his neck, his heart so nervous it was almost jumping out of his throat.

Old Zhou took the report sheets and carefully reviewed them word by word.

His expression went from serious to surprised, then to disbelief, and finally turned into a complex look of shock.

"How is it? Company Commander!"

Zhang Hao could no longer hold back and asked eagerly.

"Did you find anything?"

Old Zhou looked up, his eyes sweeping sharply over Zhang Hao.

"All indicators are completely normal."

Old Zhou's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of Zhang Hao and those waiting to see a good show.

"No prohibited drug components were detected."

"Physical function... is nothing short of perfect."

Boom!

The entire infirmary instantly exploded into chaos.

"What?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhang Hao's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.

He snatched the report sheets, his eyes wide as copper bells, staring fixedly at the data on them.

Negative. Negative. They were all negative!

Rows of normal data were like loud slaps, striking his face hard, stinging with pain.

"I don't believe it! This is impossible!"

"He is clearly just a loser!"

He roared out of control.

"There must be other inspection items! Yes! There must be! For example... for example, a muscle biopsy! Yes! Check his muscle fibers, they must have been modified!"

Like a gambler who had lost everything, Zhang Hao babbled, clutching at the last straw.

The surrounding lackeys looked at each other, their faces filled with embarrassment.

A muscle biopsy? Are you crazy! He just went for a run, and you want to do a biopsy?

Even those who had previously agreed with him were now quietly stepping back two paces, wanting to distance themselves from him.

Too embarrassing.

Old Zhou's expression sank completely.

"Zhang Hao!"

He shouted angrily, his voice like a thunderclap.

"Have you made enough trouble yet!"

"The full set of examinations has been completed, and Comrade Qin Feng has no issues! His results were obtained entirely through his own strength!"

The instructor turned to Qin Feng, his eyes filled with unprecedented appreciation.

"Qin Feng, I'm sorry, it was our negligence in our work that caused you to be wronged."

Qin Feng leaped off the examination bed, flexed his wrists, and his face still held that calm and indifferent expression.

He didn't even spare Zhang Hao another glance, as if he were just an insignificant clown.

He walked up to the instructor and gave a standard military salute.

"Report, Instructor, I am not wronged."

"Obeying orders is the sacred duty of a soldier."

A simple sentence, neither humble nor arrogant, yet it moved all the instructors present.

This temperament, this bearing—how is he like a freshman in military training?

Old Zhou patted Qin Feng's shoulder heavily, the appreciation in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Good! Well done!"

At this moment, the winner and loser were decided, and the gap between them was immediately clear.

With irrefutable facts and a composure far beyond his peers, Qin Feng had completed the most thorough and resounding face-slap.

Those freshmen who had previously mocked him now lowered their heads, their faces burning, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

As for Zhang Hao, he was left completely stunned where he stood.

He looked at the report sheet, then at the calm-faced Qin Feng, and then at the disdainful and mocking gazes of the people around him, his mind going completely blank.

It's over.

Not only had he failed to step on Qin Feng, but he had turned himself into a complete laughingstock.

From today on, he, Zhang Hao, would likely become the biggest clown in the entire New Recruit Training Camp.

And Qin Feng, this "repeating loser" in his eyes, was already completely different.

Not far away. Company Commander Zhou Hailong of the freshman New Recruit Training Camp was rubbing the coarse stubble on his chin, a glimmer of thought flashing in his eyes.

This freshman is interesting!

"Zhang Hao!" the instructor roared!

"Here!" Zhang Hao was almost scared to the point of wetting himself and immediately stood at attention.

"Inciting rumors, run an extra five kilometers; you can't eat until you finish!"

The instructor's gaze was like lightning, sweeping over everyone.

Zhang Hao: "...Yes!"

The next second. On the training ground, a lonely figure was exhausted like a dog under the scorching sun.

"Qin Feng, you loser, you loser! It's all your fault!"

...

The afternoon sun carried a hint of heat, scorching the training ground.

The air was filled with a peculiar smell mixed with grass, dust, and a faint scent of gunpowder.

At the Shooting Range. Rows of brand-new type 95 automatic rifles shone with a cold metallic luster on the gun racks.

For the vast majority of freshmen, this thing was more attractive than the weighted cross-country run in the morning.

For the first time in their lives, they touched the real thing.

"Holy sh*t! A real gun! Brothers, this life is worth it!"

"So cool! This texture, this weight! It's ten thousand times better than in the game!"

Excitement spread through the ranks like an electric current.

Many boys' eyes were almost glowing, their adrenaline soaring, rubbing their hands, wishing they could immediately fire a burst of "da da da."

However... after the excitement, some different voices began to emerge.

"Wait, to be honest, isn't this military training a bit too much? Letting college students touch real guns and live ammunition, what if there's an accidental discharge?"

"Exactly, we're here for college, not to be soldiers. This is too exaggerated, it completely violates the safety regulations for college military training, right?"

"And what about the girls? The guns are so heavy, I'm afraid they won't even be able to pull the trigger."

A boy wearing glasses who looked refined whispered, drawing a chorus of agreement.

"Exactly, what era is this now? It's a peaceful and prosperous age, singing and dancing, why do this? Who is it for? Just for show, right?"