151: Chapter 151 Jiang Team! Class F is fully assembled!

Upon hearing this, Su Nuonuo raised the grenade in her hand and asked excitedly, "Does that mean we're going to blow up everyone from the other classes and steal their points?"

"Pretty much." Senior Ji Youyou nodded, her expression turning slightly more serious as she swept her gaze over everyone present. "However, don't get too happy too soon."

"Although the freshmen from other classes are indeed quite weak, don't forget that this is a school-wide selection."

"The sophomores, juniors, and even the seniors who usually keep a low profile will all be coming out of seclusion this time for the sake of the rewards!"

Senior Ji Youyou sneered, "They aren't pushovers. Some of them are just as strong as Yunan and me."

"If any of us capsizes in the gutter and fails to even make the top twenty..."

"I've heard that Teacher Shen has already applied to the school administration to officially become our Class F counselor after the seclusion ends!"

She didn't continue, but everyone understood. They would definitely be caught by Teacher Shen Qing and trained to death!

"Understood." Bai Zimo's voice came from inside his sleeping bag. "That means we need to hack all the data on the school's experts and develop targeted tactics. Leave that to me."

Jiang You, who had been silent the whole time, finally rolled over and muttered, "Um... is it possible to apply to withdraw from the competition?"

"If that's not an option, I think being the backup's backup suits me quite well..."

The women all glared at him in unison. "Shut up! If you dare to withdraw, we'll tie you to a rocket and launch you!"

Jiang You shrank his neck and completely gave up on struggling.

Jiang You shrank his neck, looked at these women who were more terrifying than beasts, and completely gave up on struggling, nodding with a tragic expression: "Fine... I'll go, I'll go, okay?"

"Then... since we've decided to have special training, as the captain, I'd like to make a small suggestion."

Jiang You tentatively held up a finger. "Can we be a bit more humane? For example... meeting at two in the afternoon tomorrow? Getting some beauty sleep is good for the Skin..."

"Heh." Senior Ji Youyou sneered, stood up, and looked down at Jiang You, her tone so gentle it made one's scalp tingle.

"Little junior, tomorrow morning at six, in the first-floor lobby."

"If you're one minute late, I'll poison you with something that makes your whole body itch and makes you only want to dance on a pole in the middle of the street. Suit yourself."

After saying this, Senior Ji Youyou yawned and elegantly turned to go upstairs.

The others dispersed as well, leaving Jiang You alone in the empty lobby, staring at the ceiling and wanting to cry but having no tears.

"Six o'clock?"

"Just kill me..."

"This isn't special training, this is serving a prison sentence!"

Carrying full resentment and the fear of waking up early tomorrow, Jiang You dragged his heavy feet back to Dorm 201.

...

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, sunlight spilled into the lobby through the broken windows.

All members of Class F had broken their records and woken up early, fully assembled. However, the style of this assembly... was truly quite bizarre.

In the east corner of the lobby, Lu Xingye was wiping his sword facing the morning sun, his eyes melancholy and deep, muttering to himself, seemingly contemplating some supreme sword intent.

In the west corner, Xiang Batian was doing a handstand in the corner, supporting his massive body with just one finger of one hand, while the other hand held a thick book titled "Advanced Mathematics."

He recited formulas while doing push-ups: "Limit... function curve of muscle contraction... perfect!"

In the center of the lobby, Gou Fugui was carrying a large bag, handing out flyers to everyone: "Come, come, come, care to learn about special training accident insurance?"

"A broken leg pays one thousand, a broken hand pays two thousand, a broken head... well, I can't pay for that, but I handle the entire funeral service, and I'll give you a twenty percent discount!"

In the shadows of the corner, Bai Zimo was still curled up in his sleeping bag, wriggling like a worm, his fingers flying across the keyboard. The screen was densely packed with code and photos, with the title clearly written: "Hundred Schools League Potential Opponents' Dirt Collection (Top Secret Edition)."

As for the newly joined "mascot" Bai Lan, she was currently wearing pink casual clothes, sitting right in the middle of the sofa.

Her two fox ears twitched, and she was holding a huge rainbow lollipop, eating it with relish, her legs dangling in the air, completely in the state of someone here to watch a show.

Just then, the sound of "patter, patter" slippers came from the stairs.

Jiang You walked down with a messy, bird's nest hairstyle, wearing that washed-out spongebob pajamas, yawning.

Seeing Jiang You come downstairs, everyone looked over in unison, their eyes filled with a hint of expectation. After all, he was the captain; although unreliable, this was the first day of special training!

"Swish!" Lu Xingye was the first to stand up, sheathing his sword with a dashing, imposing motion, and saluted with a serious face: "Captain Jiang! Class F, all members assembled!"

"We are ready to bleed and sweat!"

"Please instruct us on today's special training content!"

The others also cast their gazes over, waiting for the captain appointed by the principal to issue some devilish training plan.

Jiang You stood at the stairs, stared at by dozens of gazes, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He looked at this room full of psychopaths, feeling a bitter ache in his heart.

Instruct? Instruct my ass!

I just want to go back and take a nap!

What kind of decent person practices advanced math early in the morning?

Jiang You sighed and dragged his heavy feet to the center of the lobby.

He didn't walk toward the training equipment but headed straight for the softest sofa, snatched the half-opened bag of potato chips from Bai Lan's hand, and collapsed into it.

"Crunch." Jiang You chewed a potato chip, attempting to use this degenerate behavior to express his silent protest against the special training.

He scanned the crowd, cleared his throat, and said in an extremely lazy and perfunctory tone: "Um... everyone listen to me."

"The so-called special training is actually about balancing work and rest; too much of a good thing is bad."

"If you train too hard, you're liable to break your Brain."

"So, as captain, after careful consideration, I have developed a very scientific plan."

Everyone pricked up their ears. Jiang You held up a finger: "My plan is as follows:"

"In the morning, everyone has free time, mainly to catch up on sleep and recharge."

"In the afternoon, we will conduct mental meditation training, or in layman's terms, zone out and empty your Brain."

"As for the evening..." Jiang You's eyes lit up, his voice finally carrying a bit of energy: "The evening is the most important! How about we have a hot pot team-building session?"

"There's nothing that a hot pot meal can't solve; if there is, then have two!"

"..." The whole room was dead silent. The wind swept through the lobby, blowing up a few melon seed shells.

Lu Xingye's originally serious face instantly collapsed, his brows furrowed, and he could barely keep his hand off his sword: "Captain Jiang... are you testing our willpower?"

"Or are you just messing with us?"

"With this lax attitude, how can we win the championship? How can we seize the Divine Source?"

Gou Fugui also pushed up his glasses, looking disappointed and frustrated: "Brother Jiang, although I also want to eat hot pot, isn't this a bit too much 'lying flat'?"

"Listen to the outside! Class A next door has been shouting slogans on the playground since four in the morning! That killing intent is almost reaching us here!"

"Us being this decadent... isn't it a bit too embarrassing for Class F?"

Facing the questioning from everyone, Jiang You wasn't flustered at all, even stuffing another potato chip into his mouth, mumbling: "This is where you don't understand."

"This is called — winning without a move."

"Let them roll first; we are just accumulating strength..."