Chapter 84: Breakfast On The Second Day Of Field Training
“Yay——!”
After confirming that Instructor Ai Yalin had left, Class Eight’s camp erupted in cheers.
Someone enthusiastically organized a forest exploration team:
“Finally free! I want to explore the forest in the vicinity properly. Anyone coming with me?”
“Me me me!”
“Take me too!”
Someone was interested in the river near the camp:
“Shall we go check out the riverside?”
“Sure sure!”
Of course, more people chose to stay at the camp, for no other reason—
“Mealtime——!”
Members of the sports club were the first to duck into their respective tents. With their roars as the signal, most classmates also hurried back to their tents, taking out a portion of compressed liquid food and solid food from their respective large backpacks. This was breakfast for most people.
Meanwhile, a small group—the A Bite of China Club members plus Nancy and Chou Manman—were standing in front of the cargo box, waiting for the transport robot to unpack a lunch box from it.
“Ha… I’m exhausted. I feel like I could eat two whole cows right now.” Xiang Chuan said this, but the knife and fork in her hand still reached for the fish fillet.
“That’s too exaggerated, but I get how you feel.” Ouyang Yating broke from her usual habit of taking small bites. Under the dual stimulation of hunger and fatigue, she couldn’t help but take a big bite of a bun. She had to admit that sinking her teeth into a meat bun with thin skin and thick, substantial filling brought an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Once she started, she couldn’t stop—one bite into the bun, then another. After two bites, the bun, which was two sizes larger than Ainuo’s palm, was now missing a third.
Having the little chef make the buns bigger beforehand was truly the right decision! Xiang Chuan thought.
“Yating, watch yourself.” Ainuo frowned. “If you get into the habit over these few days, you might get scolded by Aunt Jimola when we get back.”
“No worries, no worries. Aunt Jimola is craving the stuff from Xiang Chuan’s family. When the time comes, have Yating bring a few back to bribe Aunt, and it’ll be fine~” Nancy suggested. Imitating Ouyang Yating, she also took a big bite of the chicken bun in her hand. The full, juicy bite of chicken was truly satisfying. This really is addictive, Nancy sighed inwardly.
“That won’t work…”
Ainuo wanted to say more but was interrupted by Ouyang Yating:
“When eating someone else’s food, cut the chit-chat. Just say, do you want to take big bites of this bun and steak or not?”
“Of course I do.” With that, Ainuo took a big bite of the vegetable bun too.
Xiang Chuan, who watched the whole thing: These three are perfect for doing cross-talk.
While the six chatted, many classmates outside the tent “happened” to pass by Xiang Chuan and the others’ tent. They all peeked inside, then were stimulated by the gourmet food aroma wafting out, causing their mouths to water wildly. Riding that aroma, they sucked hard on their liquid food or bit fiercely into their solid food.
It was like a modern-style “gazing at plums to quench thirst.”
Xiang Chuan did notice, but pretended not to see. No choice— the lunch boxes only had enough for five or six people for seven days. If she softened and shared with classmates, once it started, the three meals a day afterward would inevitably be divided up, and these amounts probably wouldn’t last three days.
Classmates adapting to modern life could tolerate solid food and liquid food, but she couldn’t!! Xiang Chuan defended herself inwardly, sucking hard on fruit milk. The sweet fruit milk soothed her parched throat, instantly banishing that bit of guilt to the skies.
When breakfast was finished, Xiang Chuan noticed the food consumption was a third more than yesterday, and she couldn’t help worrying about the final day’s supplies. Just as she was thinking whether to ask everyone to control consumption, the terminals of all Class Eight members rang with Officer A Dan’s voice:
[The location time-distinguishing devices of the ten First Year High School classes have been confirmed fully activated. The Class Competition officially begins. Wishing everyone good results.]
This notice immediately sparked buzzing discussion in the camp.
“Activating the time-distinguishing device only now—aren’t we going to have to eat breakfast and lunch together? So pitiful.”
“Which class will clash with us first?”
“Class President, Class President, should we set up some protective devices or something?”
“Are you sober? Protective devices are prohibited equipment in this confrontation match.”
Xiang Chuan held her fruit milk, bit her straw, and walked out of the tent. She saw everyone gathered in the central plaza of the tents, seriously discussing countermeasures. This somewhat surprised her. Over these two days, she thought classmates were quite interested in the nature reserve but lacked interest in this Class Competition. Yet now everyone was gathered, seriously discussing camp defense strategies.
As expected, sixteen-year-old youths have strong competitive spirits. The over-thirty corporate slave girl thought.
“We’re back——!”
The energetic exploration group that went out finally returned, and everyone crowded around asking about the surroundings. Xiang Chuan and the others stood calmly on the periphery watching. At that moment, Xiang Chuan spotted the location time-distinguishing device inserted by the rock and pointed at it, asking: “Can’t that device be moved?”
The Class President happened to be standing nearby and answered: “No, once the location time-distinguishing device is inserted, it deploys root-like detection devices. Until the roots finish deploying, the detection device can’t be moved. Recovery requires waiting seven days, which is after our confrontation match ends.”
“That’s too bad.” Xiang Chuan disappointedly sucked on her fruit milk. “I was thinking of sticking this thing in the river or some abandoned cave, then doing a feint to the east but attack from the west or lure the tiger out of its lair.”
At these words, the five around her and the Class President exchanged glances: What?
“Xiang Chuan, Xiang Chuan,” Chou Manman whispered over, “There are no tigers around here. Tigers are all behind the roadblock; we won’t see them.”
Xiang Chuan broke out in a sweat: What was she saying? She didn’t want to see tigers… okay, not entirely unwilling either, since it had been years since she visited a zoo, let alone seeing live tigers… No, that’s not the point!
“I mean luring the enemy to another place, then taking the chance to strike straight at their core and raid their camp or sneak attack from behind… I saw it in ancient information.” The more she explained, the more puzzled the faces around her grew. Xiang Chuan realized: Modern people haven’t seen the Thirty-Six Stratagems! So she quickly added something about ancient information.
Oh, ancient information! Everyone suddenly understood.
“Did ancient books have such rich military records?” Ainuo questioned, not that he doubted her—ancient gourmet food was indeed delicious, and drama was great too, but regarding ancient people’s military records… forgive him for still having some modern person’s confidence.
“Of course. Wait a sec.”
Xiang Chuan immediately ducked back into the tent, went to the corner, opened Geegle, and started copying and pasting some easy-to-understand explanations from Baidu Baike. Earlier when copying recipes, she discovered that text copied from the terminal’s Geegle and pasted into modern text boxes would be automatically translated into modern language, saving her a lot of effort.
As for copyright registration… she hesitated, deciding to put it off for now and discuss with family when back. This was different from recipes, after all.
The crowd outside watched her duck in and zoom back out in less than a minute, then fling light screen documents at them like handing out flyers.
Thirty-Six Stratagems…?
Ainuo frowned, thinking, is this stuff really useful? With modern arrogance, he scrolled down. The more he read, the more his frown relaxed, eventually turning into wide-eyed surprise.
The others’ expressions were similar.
“Xiang Chuan, Xiang Chuan,” the Class President nervously sidled up, cautiously asking: “This, could we…?”
Xiang Chuan naturally understood and nodded: “Yeah, share it with everyone.”
So, right after the match was announced to officially begin, the first thing Class Eight Grade One did was—attend Chinese Language Class (Ancient Literature version).
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