59: Chapter 59 The end of the simp is the goddess's cotton swab.

In the command center, the atmosphere was equally terrifyingly tense.

But this tension wasn't oppressive; it was extreme shock.

"He... he really did it..." an instructor stared at the screen, his voice trembling.

"Counter-tracking, psychological warfare, trap setting, close combat... Did you notice? His final move was aimed at a one-hit kill! If that dagger had been sharpened, Instructor Ma Zhe would now..."

He didn't finish, but everyone understood.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's body trembled slightly from extreme excitement.

He looked at Qin Feng's calm yet sharp eyes on the screen, with only one thought in mind.

We hit the jackpot!

No! We dug up an invaluable diamond mine!

If a genius like this, a prodigy like this, were to spend four years in college as usual, it would be the greatest crime against the nation and the military!

Company Commander Zhou Hailong encrypted all the recordings of this confrontation exercise at the highest level!

Then, he sent them directly to his Old Chief.

He made up his mind. For a once-in-a-century Soldier King seedling like Qin Feng!

He must immediately request higher-ups to initiate a special talent recruitment plan for focused training!

Even a single step of delay would be disrespectful to talent.

...

In a corner of the medical tent.

Li Qingxue stood quietly, as if all the noise around her had nothing to do with her.

From the moment Qin Feng won, her heart, which had been hanging in her throat, finally settled heavily.

A wave of immense fatigue and relief washed over her, making her legs feel weak.

She leaned against the cold tent pole to barely stand steady.

She looked at the figure on the screen, her mind blank.

She hadn't known him for long.

But from initial curiosity to appreciation, now there was an indescribable feeling.

An unprecedented emotion quietly sprouted in her heart and grew wildly.

What was that feeling?

She couldn't tell.

She only knew that when she saw him in a mess, her heart ached.

When she saw him being mocked, she felt angry.

When she saw him win, she was happier than if she had taken first place herself.

At some point, her attention had gradually been firmly attracted to him.

Half an hour later.

Supported by two medics, Qin Feng walked step by step into the medical tent of the logistics camp.

All sounds stopped abruptly the moment he appeared.

Nearly a hundred gazes, like searchlights, focused on him in unison.

Awe, fear, disbelief, jealousy, admiration...

Various complex emotions intertwined and collided in the air, forming an invisible immense pressure.

He was back.

The man who had single-handedly turned the entire exercise upside down.

The monster who had counter-killed the instructor in a desperate situation.

Qin Feng was soaked through, his combat uniform covered in mud and tears.

His left arm was crookedly fixed with cloth strips, and his exposed skin was black and blue.

There were even a few cuts deep enough to see the bone, blood and mud mixed together, looking shocking.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips chapped, his steps unsteady, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

But his back was straight.

His eyes were still sharp as an eagle's.

"What... what are you all looking at! Never seen a wounded soldier before!"

Zhao Hu was the first to react, limping over like an old bear protecting its cub, trying to shield Qin Feng from the probing gazes with his tall body.

Li Lang followed closely, shouting angrily at the crowd:

"Move! Move! Can't you see Brother Feng is injured? Are you all standing here like telephone poles?"

Only then did the crowd snap out of it, instinctively stepping back to make way.

Wei Kai stood at the deepest part of the crowd, staring at Qin Feng, his eyes almost venomous enough to materialize.

Even the teammates who had once laughed at Qin Feng with him now looked at him with utter awe and admiration.

"Hmph, putting on an act."

Wei Kai squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, so quiet only he could hear.

"He just won an exercise, acting like he fought a world war. So pretentious."

Just then, a clear, cold voice instantly dropped the temperature in the tent a few more degrees.

"All unrelated personnel, leave."

It was Li Qingxue.

Her voice was not loud, but carried an unquestionable authority.

"This is a medical tent, not a market. The wounded need rest. Crowding around here, do you want his wounds to get infected faster?"

The crowd exchanged glances, reluctant to leave but wanting to see more of this legendary tough guy. Yet under Li Qingxue's icy gaze, they shuffled out one by one.

Wei Kai and Shi Lei wanted to stay, but swept by Li Qingxue's gaze,

they felt a chill rise from their feet and had to reluctantly follow the crowd out.

Soon, the once crowded tent was left with only Qin Feng, Li Qingxue, and Zhao Hu and Li Lang lying on hospital beds, grimacing in pain.

"Um... sis... Qingxue, maybe we should also..."

Li Lang, sensing the subtle atmosphere, asked tentatively.

"You two, lie still. Don't move." Li Qingxue didn't turn around.

She took out disinfectant alcohol, cotton swabs, and bandages from a nearby medical box, her tone still cold.

She walked up to Qin Feng and carefully examined his wounds.

When she saw the deep cut on his left arm that reached the bone and the terrifying bruise under his ribs from a violent impact,

a barely noticeable ripple passed through her usually calm eyes.

Her hand holding the cotton swab seemed to tighten slightly.

"Sit down." she ordered.

Qin Feng obeyed and sat on a camp bed.

Li Qingxue crouched down, unscrewed the alcohol bottle, and the strong smell instantly filled the air.

She picked up a cotton swab soaked in alcohol with tweezers and pressed it onto the deepest wound on Qin Feng's arm.

"Sss—!"

Even with Qin Feng's strong willpower, the sudden sharp pain made him gasp, and his muscles instantly tensed.

"Heh."

A soft laugh came from above.

Qin Feng looked up and met Li Qingxue's teasing eyes.

"What? Our great hero, the invincible Qin Feng, can actually feel pain?"

Her voice carried a hint of subtle mockery.

"I thought you were invulnerable, with nerves made of iron."

Qin Feng grinned wryly. "I'm not a robot. Of course I feel pain."

"If you know it hurts, why did you risk your life like that?"

Li Qingxue's tone suddenly turned cold, and her movements became heavier.

"It was just an exercise. Was it worth it? Throwing your life away? Turning yourself into this state, do you think it's glorious?"

"Sss... easy, easy!" Qin Feng winced in pain and quickly begged for mercy.

"Now you beg for mercy? When you were fighting the instructor for your life, why weren't you this cowardly?"

Li Qingxue's words were harsh, but her hands unconsciously became much gentler.

She lowered her head and carefully cleaned his wounds.

Qin Feng looked at her and explained, "Qingxue, you don't understand. On the battlefield, any moment of slackness costs lives.

"If you treat training with the mindset of 'it's just an exercise,' then on the real battlefield, you'll treat life-and-death combat as an exercise."

"The result is not only your own death but also the death of your comrades."

His voice was calm but carried a weariness beyond his years.

Li Qingxue paused slightly.

Somewhere in her heart, it seemed to be gently touched.

She was silent for a moment, then lowered her head again and said sullenly:

"A bunch of twisted logic. Anyway, you're just a madman who doesn't care about his life."

Qin Feng smiled and didn't argue.

This was the first time he had observed Li Qingxue so closely.

She represented 'top student,' 'iceberg,' 'school beauty.'

Beautiful, yet unreachable.

But now...

He could see her long eyelashes, like two small fans, trembling slightly with her breath.

He could see her fair neck and the small, delicate collarbone exposed as she bowed her head.

So... she was this beautiful.

Yet, a top student from Jing University was now treating his wounds.

She said the harshest things, but her movements were incredibly gentle.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Qin Feng's heart.

That white lotus Shen Youchu, what did the original host even like about her?

For three years, he was at her beck and call, giving her everything, being her simp for three years.

In the end, he didn't even make it as a backup.

That original host was simply incomparably stupid, hopelessly foolish!

Why waste time every day simping for a green tea who only used him as a tool?

Now, look at Li Qingxue.

Whether in family background, knowledge, or ability, she is a hundred times better than that Shen Youchu!

With that face and that temperament, at Qingteng University, she's definitely a goddess-level figure!

Just as Qin Feng was lost in thought, a familiar mechanical sound suddenly rang in his mind without warning.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, host, for completing the mission—King of the Island!]

[Mission reward being calculated...]

[Congratulations, host, for receiving an additional reward: Intermediate Battlefield Awareness!]

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