Chapter 280: On “brains,” Condense Your Will!
Watching the brain flower making scene up close really made Cheng Cai, Wu Liu Yi, and the others feel extremely uncomfortable. To be precise, it was a nausea stemming from fear.
The scene of half a head exploding open, with white stuff spraying all over the ground.
It made Cheng Cai and the others, being human too, involuntarily immerse themselves, imagining their own heads being blown open.
Even if the head was blown open, they still had to eat it.
Under this intense immersive feeling that was shocking, it stimulated spasms in their stomachs.
That’s why they felt so uncomfortable that they vomited.
And it was even more uncomfortable than vomiting from slaughtering pigs earlier.
When slaughtering pigs, they vomited what they ate last night, emptied their stomachs, and then came here, with only the little water they loaded on the road, which wasn’t enough to vomit.
With an empty stomach and nothing to vomit up, they still felt so sick they wanted to vomit.
It was truly unforgettable for life.
Cheng Cai, Wu Liu Yi, and the others all had pale faces.
“Alright, the good show is over. Everyone, get in the car. Prepare to head back to base.”
Yuan Lang was very satisfied with everyone’s performance, but since this was just the paving the way ahead, the real good show was still to come, so he was a bit impatient.
Without waiting for everyone to finish vomiting out all their discomfort, he ordered everyone to get in the car and head home.
The trip back was another two-plus hours.
It was now nearly ten o’clock.
They had set out at three or four in the deep night, suffered torment at the pig farm, then were taken to the execution ground and suffered a second wave of torment.
Cheng Cai and the others finally returned to base, thinking the nightmare day was finally over.
But they didn’t realize the end was still far off.
Cheng Cai and the other seven were taken to the canteen upon return. Even after two terrifying ordeals, their spirits were somewhat listless, with basically no appetite.
But their stomachs were completely emptied from vomiting, and the instinct of hunger was uncontrollable.
The group, who hadn’t eaten since breakfast until now, started making “frog croaking sounds all around” as soon as they entered the canteen, with stomachs growling one after another.
They were really hungry!
“Mom, we’re finally back. Felt like I was about to die out there.”
“With what we went through today, I’m afraid I’ll never forget it in my life. I just hope I don’t have nightmares tonight when I sleep.”
“What dream? I’m exhausted to death right now, more than doing a full day of stamina training. After eating a full meal, I must go back to the dormitory and sleep well for a day to recover my spirit.”
“No idea what got into them, suddenly taking us out for this. It’s really trying to kill people.”
…
Chen Jun and Yuan Lang went to the back kitchen to arrange things. Only the seven team members were left in the canteen, which emboldened them, and they started a crazy complaining mode.
Despite their poor mental states, from their recovery speed—just two hours later, they could complain so spiritedly—it showed their growth this time was significant.
Having such a fast state recovery speed was enough to prove their nerves had been greatly exercised, and the desensitization training effect was very good.
But.
As the people involved, Cheng Cai, Wu Liu Yi, and the others didn’t realize their recovery speed was so fast, completely different from usual.
At this moment, they were all immersed in hunger, just thinking of quickly having a full meal so their stomachs wouldn’t growl anymore.
Little did they know.
The end of this appetizer was just now, and now it was time for the main course.
Amid everyone’s anticipation for a comfortable breakfast, Chen Jun and Yuan Lang personally carried a large plate in, smiling as they entered the canteen.
They then distributed the seven bowls on the plate, one to each person present.
“Why are they still covered??”
Cheng Cai, Wu Liu Yi, and the others were all puzzled. They couldn’t understand why breakfast was being distributed covered up like this, so mysteriously.
“You’ve all worked hard. From last night until now, you’ve run for several hours. I bet you’re all hungry. This is a nutritious breakfast specially prepared by Captain Yuan and me. It’s very stomach-nourishing. You’ve vomited twice, which hurts the stomach, and it’s perfect for you now.”
Chen Jun’s face showed concern, and his words were warm, moving everyone.
The group, who had developed psychological trauma from Chen Jun’s two rounds of continuous torment, suddenly didn’t feel so bad inside.
“I heard your stomachs growling from the back kitchen. Hurry and open them to eat.”
Yuan Lang also had a sunny smile on his face. He didn’t forget to add: “These things were hard to make. The cookhouse spent several hours front and back. You all have to finish them—no wasting.”
The group, whose moods had relaxed, suddenly felt something off upon hearing Yuan Lang.
Yuan Lang was famous for saying the opposite of what he meant.
The crowd, who had been eager to reach out and uncover the lids, froze midway, suddenly afraid.
Even the most simple-minded Xu Sanduo stared blankly at the bowl in front of him.
A strong premonition told him…
Something was very wrong inside!
“What’s wrong? Don’t want to eat?”
Yuan Lang stopped hiding it, curling his lips into a sly grin: “Oh, forgot to tell you—you only have two minutes.
Anyone who doesn’t finish within two minutes will face severe punishment. Very severe.”
Hearing there were only two minutes and unfinished food meant very severe punishment, everyone was really scared, fearing something more terrifying than watching an execution.
They completely ignored even bizarre insect feasts at this point.
They all hurriedly uncovered the lids.
But as soon as they removed the bowls covering them, and their eyes saw the food inside, everyone’s movements instantly stiffened.
As if they had agreed beforehand, they all gaped in unison, dumbfounded.
Inside the bowls was white tender tofu pudding, with chili oil thoughtfully sprinkled on top, stirred into the tofu pudding, letting red chili oil strands float between the tofu pudding.
Yuan Lang wasn’t wrong.
It was really quite difficult for the cookhouse to specially make tofu pudding in the troops.
Normally, if you could eat spicy tofu pudding, no one would care if it was salty or sweet tofu pudding—they’d all be very happy.
After all, it was rare to eat it usually.
But the spicy tofu pudding appearing today, at this special moment right now, turned delicious food into something terrifying.
Because seeing this spicy tofu pudding, everyone’s minds automatically conjured a scene.
The scene from just over two hours ago: the criminal’s head blown open, the brain pulp sprayed out mixing with blood on the ground.
The spicy tofu pudding deliberately mashed and mixed with chili oil was just like the mashed brain pulp and blood mixed together.
It couldn’t be said to be different.
It could only be said to be exactly the same.
Imagining a bowl of brain pulp mixed with human blood, made into this so-called breakfast, served in a bowl in front of you, and required to eat it all.
This…
Who could stand this???
After a brief few seconds of eerie silence, the canteen suddenly erupted with intense vomiting sounds as everyone rushed out.
Even Qi Huan broke down at this moment, unable to take it and rushed out to vomit wildly.
Eating brain pulp and human blood—too terrifying.
Couldn’t take it.
Completely couldn’t take it.
The seven team members, including Qi Huan, had their faces stimulated to pale as paper. Outside the canteen, they leaned against the wall in a line, vomiting against the corner like the world was flipping.
Stomachs that had nothing left directly vomited out stomach acid.
But even though everyone was this miserable, Yuan Lang showed no mercy, turning into a ruthless butcher, coming out with a barrage of verbal attacks.
“You can’t handle just this? If you go to the battlefield and two people die in front of you, won’t you scare yourselves into wetting your pants?
And you have the nerve to call yourselves special forces soldiers? With this embarrassing cowardice, a bunch of worthless soldiers—if I were you, I wouldn’t have the face to wear this military uniform.”
Yuan Lang’s scolding was truly skillful; every word hit the mark.
King of sharp tongue!!
The group, already dizzy from vomiting, was hit with Yuan Lang’s head-on cold mockery and sarcasm, stimulating their self-esteem and reigniting their competitiveness.
Even with stomachs still churning, they forcibly held back the nausea.
As if to prove to Yuan Lang.
They weren’t worthless soldiers.
Qi Huan, having been to the battlefield after all, had a more mature mentality. He had just been stimulated earlier and couldn’t handle the nausea.
After this bout of vomiting as a buffer, and stimulated again by Yuan Lang’s words.
Qi Huan was the first to return to the canteen. Even with his face still looking bad, he forcibly suppressed the nausea and sat back at the dining table.
But looking at this breakfast that really looked like brain pulp, causing the execution scene to replay endlessly in his mind.
Qi Huan still couldn’t bring himself to eat!
It was really nauseating; his whole body was resisting.
“Thirty seconds have passed now. You have one minute thirty seconds left. If you can’t finish on time, the consequences will be terrifying.”
Chen Jun leisurely came to the canteen door, specifically reminding the still-vomiting crowd.
“Time passed so fast?”
The group, still feeling very bad inside, thought of even more terrifying punishments and became even more afraid—the fear overpowering the nausea.
“Let’s go, back in. It’s just a bowl of tofu pudding. I don’t believe I can’t eat it.”
Wu Liu Yi steeled himself and was the second to head back.
“From slaughtering pigs until now, each stage more exaggerated than the last. This punishment might kill someone. Idiot, let’s go back. We need to hurry back.”
Cheng Cai was really scared of Chen Jun and forcibly dragged Xu Sanduo back.
The others also feared even more terrifying punishments. Under the stimulation of fear, they could only steel themselves to return and sit back in front of the dining table.
“Fine, going all in.”
Ba Te Er, the last to come in, was the manliest. He grabbed a spoon, closed his eyes, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, preparing to force it all down in one go.
But as soon as the tofu pudding entered his mouth, the execution brain pulp spraying scene was infinitely magnified.
Stomach acid churned.
“Vomit~”
He ultimately couldn’t hold it and spat it straight on the ground.
“Vomit once, add half a bowl.”
Chen Jun had somehow brought a large basin over, walked to Ba Te Er’s side, picked up a big serving spoon, and neatly added half a bowl for him.
Eating one bowl was already tough enough; one and a half would kill someone.
Ba Te Er was about to cry!
“Friendly reminder: one minute left.” After adding more for Ba Te Er, Chen Jun reminded of the time again.
“Company Commander Chen, we just came back from the execution ground. How can we eat this? Can we eat later? We really can’t now.”
Qi Huan stared for a long time but couldn’t eat, so he helplessly negotiated with Chen Jun.
“You’re a veteran soldier. What’s there you can’t eat? If you can’t overcome this psychological obstacle, how do you have the face to call yourself a special forces soldier?” Chen Jun mocked.
Qi Huan lost face from Chen Jun’s direct mockery. Thinking Chen Jun had never been to the battlefield, didn’t even know what killing felt like, yet dared to scold him face-to-face—himself being a veteran who had been to the battlefield after all.
Anger surged inside, and he couldn’t control his emotions as he retorted: “Easy for you to say. It’s not like I haven’t been to the battlefield. Do I need you to teach me? Bet you can’t eat it.”
Qi Huan wasn’t afraid.
He just really couldn’t eat due to nausea.
Seeing Qi Huan challenge Chen Jun, Yuan Lang didn’t stop or scold him, instead curling his lips into a strange smile.
Actually, Yuan Lang was also curious inside: Chen Jun had never been to the battlefield. Could he endure these tormenting tricks himself?
In actual combat on the battlefield, would Chen Jun dare to execute an enemy with one shot.
“Oh, challenging me, huh.”
Facing the provocation, Chen Jun laughed. He knew he needed to show something to shut everyone up, so he decided to show off a bit.
“Since you want to challenge me, let’s put up some chips. If I can do it, how about you eat two bowls?”
Chen Jun’s bet was very fair. Qi Huan thought even in his last actual combat he couldn’t do it—really nauseated—and didn’t believe Chen Jun could, with no reason to refuse.
He agreed without hesitation: “Deal. If you can do it, forget two bowls—three bowls, I’ll down them.”
The others, pale-faced and watching, felt especially refreshed seeing Qi Huan stand up for them against the “villain.” They all anticipated Qi Huan venting for them properly.
“Good, it’s a deal. Watch closely.”
Chen Jun had killed at least five hundred if not a thousand in his previous life. Forget tofu pudding—even if it was real, he could eat it.
He immediately filled a bowl full, tilted his head back, and poured it straight into his mouth.
Tofu pudding was very smooth, no need to chew.
Like drinking water, tilting his head back—no problem at all.
The spicy tofu pudding that made everyone nauseated just looking at it, unable to eat—Chen Jun finished in less than five seconds.
“See? Done. Was it hard?”
He slammed the bowl on the table, his piercing gaze sweeping over everyone.
“This…”
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
They couldn’t believe how Chen Jun ate something so nauseating without batting an eye, no psychological reaction, finishing it all.
Even Yuan Lang was wide-eyed and surprised by Chen Jun’s performance.
However.
It was precisely Chen Jun’s display that thoroughly conquered everyone present while making them all feel ashamed of their behavior.
Chen Jun was about their age and not even a special forces soldier, yet he could do it so easily.
While they, special forces soldiers touted as soldier kings, had such poor psychological resilience—truly embarrassing to the extreme.
Under this intense shame stimulation, everyone’s willpower truly overcame the nausea.
The tofu pudding that looked so nauseating earlier suddenly didn’t seem so bad; human brain pulp wasn’t that disgusting after all.
Using willpower to forcibly suppress their bodies, they all picked up their bowls and started eating.
This change in just a short instant was a major elevation in psychological resilience.
The process of elevating psychological resilience was the process of willpower conquering bodily instincts.
As long as willpower was strong enough, everything else was fleeting.
