13: Chapter 13 Military Training!

Boom!

The classroom was quiet for less than half a second before it completely exploded.

"Holy crap!!!"

"What did I just hear?!"

"Future wife?!"

"Why does Lu Cheng get to have that!!!"

Never mind the others, even the teacher on the podium stuttered for a moment.

Lu Cheng was completely stunned.

Looking at Xia Xi's earnest and adorable face, his first reaction wasn't even to feel a heartbeat, but rather...

Is there something wrong with this girl's brain?

And it might be a big problem at that.

In the next second, Xia Xi's figure instantly vanished from her seat!

In the small grove behind the classroom.

Xia Xi, who had just uttered such shocking words in the classroom, was currently being caught by a short-haired woman like a hawk snatching a chick.

The woman looked distraught, her voice lowered, fearing someone might overhear.

"Miss!!!"

"How could you say something like that so easily?"

Xia Xi looked indifferent, her hands behind her back, gently kicking small stones on the ground with her toe.

"Is it not allowed?"

"It's not that it's not allowed..." The woman, whose name was Xia Mo, was Xia Xi's personal bodyguard.

She rubbed her temples. "The problem is, you and Young Master Lin still have an engagement, and many things haven't been resolved yet.

If you approach Young Master Lu so openly now, it will easily bring him trouble."

"Young Master Lin?"

Xia Xi curled her lips in disgust.

"That simp?"

"I already told Daddy that I'll naturally break off the engagement when the timing is right.

That was just something the old men decided themselves; what does that have to do with me?"

Xia Mo said helplessly, "But the Lin family might not see it that way."

"And so what?"

Xia Xi lifted her small chin, her tone righteous.

"If he dares to cause trouble for Lu Cheng, I'll smash his dog head with a hammer."

Xia Mo: "..."

Watching her young miss looking like she had already completely fallen for him, she felt a massive headache coming on.

Since deciding to transfer schools last night, Xia Xi had been like she was on steroids, and nobody could persuade her otherwise.

Originally, she had hoped to keep a low profile and take things slowly.

But instead.

The first day in class, she nearly turned the whole classroom upside down. She wondered what the Boss would think if he heard about this...

"Miss," Xia Mo sighed, "at least... at least be a little more restrained."

Xia Xi thought about it and nodded very seriously.

"Fine."

Xia Mo had just breathed a sigh of relief.

When she heard her add:

"Then I won't say it in front of the whole class next time; I'll say it in private."

Xia Mo: "..."

Hopeless.

Completely hopeless.

In the end, having no other choice, Xia Mo could only send this little ancestor back to the classroom.

The teacher saw Xia Xi disappearing and reappearing in the classroom and their face turned black.

"Xia Xi!"

"This is a classroom, not a place for you to mess around!"

Xia Xi seemed to realize it then, stuck out her tongue, and sat up straight obediently:

"Oh."

But sitting straight was one thing; she still stole a glance at Lu Cheng.

Her eyes were sparkling, showing absolutely no sign of regret.

Lu Cheng: "..."

This is bad.

This trouble is even bigger than he thought.

He didn't know what kind of background this girl had, but she was definitely big trouble.

Thinking of this, Lu Cheng silently moved half an inch to the side, putting a little safe distance between him and Xia Xi.

But when Xia Xi saw this, she immediately moved a distance toward Lu Cheng's direction.

He had no choice... Lu Cheng really had no choice.

Surviving until the end of the class, the sound of rhythmic footsteps rang out from the school gate; the military had arrived.

The footsteps were exceptionally uniform—heavy, steady, and synchronized—like a row of iron hammers striking the ground simultaneously. They pressed in from the school gate, making one's heart tighten even from across the teaching building.

"They really came?"

"Holy crap, the people from the Military District actually came!"

"Let's go take a look!"

There was a commotion in the classroom, and many students were already craning their necks to look out the window.

Lu Cheng also followed the crowd's line of sight and looked over.

At the school gate, a squad of soldiers in gray-black combat uniforms marched in with long strides. Their movements were uniform, and their cold, hard aura felt completely out of place in a school setting.

The leader was particularly striking: about thirty years old, short hair, with a slanted scar on the side of his face running from the corner of his eye to his jaw.

He didn't walk fast, yet somehow, people didn't dare to look at him too much.

Xia Xi, who had just been eager to stick to Lu Cheng, was uncharacteristically quiet now and whispered, "This person is not simple."

Lu Cheng glanced at her.

No duh. Looking like that, even a fool could tell he wasn't simple.

Soon, an announcement blared over the loudspeakers, ordering all senior high students to gather on the playground immediately.

The classroom was instantly in chaos. Books were stuffed haphazardly, chairs clattered, and the crowd swarmed out.

When Lu Cheng stood up, Xia Xi also stood up, as if she had defaulted to being bound to him, following closely by his side.

On the playground, the senior classes quickly lined up. The group of soldiers stood at the very front like silent walls.

Liu Haifeng and the other teachers stood to the side. Usually, they held some authority in front of students, but now, in front of these people who had truly been on the battlefield, their aura was clearly a cut weaker.

The scarred instructor in the lead stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over every student's face.

His gaze was cold. He didn't waste words, speaking directly:

"From today on, the martial arts training for your senior year will be assisted and taken over by the military for this period."

The voice wasn't loud, but it cut into everyone's ears like a knife, clean and sharp.

The playground was silent.

The scarred instructor continued, "Whether you have S-grade Talent or F-grade Talent, before you've actually trained, if you're thrown into the Wilderness, the way you die is about the same."

When these words came out, many students' faces changed. Especially those who had just awakened high-level talents and had been floating on cloud nine for the past two days; their expressions weren't very good.

But the scarred instructor didn't care at all.

"My name is Instructor Qin Feng."

"For the next week, you belong to me for training."

"Today is very simple; let's first see everyone's foundation."

"With me, talent is not an exemption card, and status is not a shield. If you're afraid of hardship or fatigue, you can step out now!"

No one moved.

And no one dared to move.

Instructor Qin Feng swept his gaze coldly around and nodded.

"Very good."

"Since no one is quitting, then let's begin."

He raised his hand and pointed to the outer track of the playground.

"The first item: weighted laps."

Nearby, soldiers immediately brought out the prepared weighted vests, dropping them on the ground with a thud—the sound alone told you they weren't light.

"Boys, twenty kilograms; girls, fifteen kilograms."

"Ten laps."

"Those who fall behind will be eliminated."

"Those who slack off, get out."

"Start!"

Once the order was given, the entire playground was instantly in chaos.

"Ten laps?!"

"And with weights?!"

"Are they crazy?!"

"This is only the first item!"

One must know that the No. 3 High School playground was a standard 800-meter track; ten laps meant eight kilometers, and weighted running at that!

Despite the complaining, no one dared not to put them on.

If they got a bad record from the Military District personnel here, even if their scores met the requirements, the Martial Arts University might not accept them.

Lu Cheng picked up a weighted vest and put it on, weighing it slightly. His expression remained calm.

For him right now, this weight wasn't light... after all, it was an eight-kilometer long-distance run.

However, the Origin-level Guiding Technique had been constantly tempering his body; besides tempering his blood and qi, it could help him stabilize his breathing very well.

Lu Cheng felt that running it shouldn't be a problem.

After Xia Xi put on her weights, she turned her head to look at Lu Cheng and whispered:

"If you're tired, we can switch weights."

Lu Cheng: "I'm fine..."

On the other side, Su Wan had also put on her weights, her expression very calm.

She knew very well that this kind of training from military instructors was definitely not just to mess with people; through high-pressure training, they wanted to let the students' bodies quickly enter a semi-martial artist state.

Cruel, but effective.

Following a whistle, everyone started running.

Zhou Lize ran from Class 1 to in front of Lu Cheng, gave him a look of contempt, and then quickly ran to the front of the group.

Lu Cheng just slowly followed about five meters behind him. The training was long, and there was no need to waste his stamina on showing off here.

During the first lap, everyone was still relatively relaxed; some could even talk while running.

By the third lap, the sound of breathing was noticeably heavier.

By the fifth lap, the group had already started to stretch out.

By the seventh lap, some people were already pale-faced, their steps unsteady.

"I can't do it..."

"It's too heavy, I can't catch my breath..."

"Slow down, slow down..."

Thud!

A boy knelt directly by the side of the track, holding his knees and retching violently.

Instructor Qin Feng stood on the sidelines without even lifting an eyelid.

"Out."

Nearby soldiers immediately took the person to the side.

With the first one, there came a second, then a third.

On the entire track, the students' steps became increasingly messy, and their breathing grew rougher.

But Lu Cheng ran more and more steadily; his breathing rhythm was almost completely undisturbed.

That wisp of warm air inside his body seemed naturally present; as he ran, it constantly adjusted his muscle state, relieving excess fatigue.

Zhou Lize had long been left far behind by Lu Cheng. He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to catch up, but in long-distance running, the biggest taboo is an erratic pace; he didn't last long before he got a stitch in his side, collapsed to the ground, and was carried away.

By the eighth lap, some people on the side of the playground were stunned.

"How is Lu Cheng still so steady?"

"Wait, isn't he F-grade Talent?"

"You call this F-grade?!"

"Zhou Lize really didn't lose unjustly..."

It was common knowledge that the level of an awakened talent was not only about talent intensity but also physical talent... The higher the level, the faster one absorbed Source Qi and tempered their body.

Xia Xi had originally wanted to accompany Lu Cheng and "run slowly," but as she ran, she realized she couldn't even see Lu Cheng's taillights anymore...

But she still gritted her teeth and accelerated.