Chapter 87: Field Training – Lunch Problem
Xiang Chuan, who had no interest in the topic “On the Impact of the Thirty-Six Stratagems on Various Industries,” was now thinking only about one thing: eating lunch.
“Alright, alright, stop gathering in front of our tent. It’s time for lunch.” Xiang Chuan stood up from the side of the tent, waved her hand signaling them to disperse quickly. A dense crowd of people was gathered at the tent entrance, carbon dioxide heavier than air, and she had felt a bit short of breath just before standing up.
“It’s this time already?”
The Class Eight crowd was startled and immediately scattered, rushing back to their respective tents. They had no choice but to go back—if Xiang Chuan opened her meal box in public, they really didn’t have confidence they could resist grabbing a couple pieces of meat to eat.
This left the Class Ten squad tied up in the center of the camp stunned: Were Class Eight people originally such food lovers? No wonder they had the courage to sneak eats during the principal’s speech at the opening ceremony.
The strange misunderstanding increased again.
“Wait! Wait for us!” The girl from the Class Ten squad panicked and hurriedly shouted. Class Eight students passing by looked at her curiously, but their feet still headed toward their own tents.
The Class President stopped, walked to the center of the camp, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Where is our lunch?”
The girl’s question stunned the Class President. He suddenly realized: Right, the confrontation match rules stated that when capturing students from the opposing class, the capturing class had to provide meals for the captives. Just now, everyone had been excited about the successful tactics and the deployment of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, and they had completely forgotten about this.
“Sorry, I forgot.” The Class President was probably also dazed, blurting out what was on his mind, and as a result, the Class Ten squad’s faces all turned as black as a 21st century pot lid. Only then did he react, retreating two steps with an awkward laugh and hurriedly saying, “No problem, no problem, please wait a moment, I’ll be right back.”
With that, he turned around—heading straight for Xiang Chuan’s tent.
Xiang Chuan, who was just about to open her meal box, saw the Class President charging into the tent (Xiang Chuan: He even quickly took off his field training boots, how did he do that?), instinctively moved her hand away from the meal box, looked at the Class President suspiciously, and asked, “Class President, what’s up? Do you want to try some too? But I’m not sure if we have enough here…”
“No no no, uh, it’s not that I don’t want to eat, I really do want to eat, but I’m not here about that… Please let me try some after we get back to school.” He had veered off topic a bit. The Class President coughed lightly twice, looked at the six people sitting in the tent, and opened up a bit embarrassedly, “Actually, I wanted to discuss something with everyone. You all are from food-related clubs, so you should have some ways…”
“Aha,” Nancy raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously, “I get it, it’s about the captives’ meals, right?”
“Can’t you give me some face… Fine, yes.” The Class President frowned and sighed, “Those captives were a patrol squad, and to be safe, I specifically had the Information Technology Club people search them before bringing them back. The good news is they didn’t bring any positioning devices; the bad news is they didn’t even bring emergency rations.”
“Wow,” Xiang Chuan couldn’t help but exclaim, “They dare to scout in unfamiliar woods without bringing life-saving food—they’re so brave.”
“But now it’s become our problem to worry about.” The Class President said. Nearby, Chou Manman tugged at Xiang Chuan’s clothes, asking her what she meant by “so brave.” Seeing this, the Class President decisively ignored these two who would derail the topic and looked at Ouyang Yating and the other three childhood friends, “So I wanted to discuss it with you all.”
“Us?” Ainuo looked at him doubtfully. The Class President glanced downward, and he followed the Class President’s line of sight to see Xiang Chuan’s meal box. Did this guy plan to give this gourmet food to the captives? Wasn’t he afraid of upsetting the others in the class… No, that shouldn’t be it. Ainuo touched his chin and suddenly realized, “You mean the liquid food and solid food we’re carrying?”
“Yes.” The Class President smiled and nodded, looking at the somewhat bewildered Xiang Chuan, “Classmate Xiang Chuan prepared meal boxes sufficient for a week’s worth for everyone this time, and from everyone’s attitudes before and after departure, it seems this field training preparation was done without prior notice, so aside from Classmate Xiang Chuan, you all should have a week’s worth of liquid food and solid food on hand, of course, provided you brought them to the camp.”
“Speak of the devil, I did bring it.” Nancy stood up and took a small box from her backpack in the upper left corner of the tent. Everyone was very familiar with this box: compressed food storage box, complete with sterilization and insulation functions.
The Class President was delighted inside. He looked at the others, and everyone except Xiang Chuan nodded. This solved most of the problem. The Class President breathed a slight sigh of relief and requested, “I hope to borrow your compressed food to tide the captives over for these two or three days.”
“That’s no problem.” With that, Nancy simply handed the entire box to the Class President, “This amount of mine should be enough for them for a few days. But be careful—there are more captives than us. Even if we stay put and don’t strike again, in the next few days we might not have enough to give them.”
“Don’t worry about that, my vice class president.” The Class President smiled, “Regarding the next steps, a few people from the Information Technology Club and Sports Club already have some ideas. I think within three days, we should be able to solve the captives’ food problem.”
“If it works out, that’s the best.” Nancy waved her hand.
After seeing the Class President off, Nancy rubbed her hands and ran to Xiang Chuan’s side on the lower left, sitting and waiting for the meal. At this moment, she noticed Xiang Chuan looking at her with a strange expression, which puzzled Nancy: “What’s wrong?”
“You… are our vice class president?”
As soon as she asked, everyone looked at her like she was an idiot. Ah, she had asked another stupid question. Xiang Chuan thought calmly.
“I mean, at least recognize all of our class cadres.” Ouyang Yating looked at her helplessly, “You don’t only remember the Class President, do you?”
Xiang Chuan nodded silently, then turned her head to open the meal box.
“No big deal.” Seeing the long-awaited gourmet food, any speechlessness in Nancy’s heart vanished completely. She smiled and patted Ouyang Yating, “Anyway, I’m mostly nominal and just do the physical labor. Most of the brainwork is done by our Class President Lu Daiqing, and when I took office, Xiang Chuan was busy starting the club, so it’s normal she doesn’t remember who the vice class president is.”
“No, why are you making excuses for Xiang Chuan.” Ouyang Yating’s face darkened even more, “Don’t sell yourself out for a few buns.”
“If you weren’t holding two buns in your hand, Yating, I would totally agree with you.” Nancy chuckled, biting into a steak bun contentedly.
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