Chapter 88: Field Training – Mind Your Own Business
Class President Lu Daiqing arranged for a tent group member to take charge of feeding the captives, then slipped back into their own tent. Upon entering, they saw that all three members of their own group were almost done with lunch. Anger surged up: “Can’t you wait for me to come back and eat together?”
“Hey, we saw you slipped into Xiang Chuan and the others’ tent, thinking you were going over there to mooch food. How dare we wait for you?” The tallest in the four-person group, Mandy, laughed.
“Overthinking it. Didn’t you see Xiang Chuan’s food-guarding look? If I really made a move, I’d definitely be permanently blacklisted by A Bite of China Club upon return. And even if Xiang Chuan agreed to let me mooch, the others might not.” Lu Daiqing shook their head with a smile, walked to the side of the tent, took out their share of compressed liquid food instant pack, opened the cap and took a big gulp. The intense taste of the liquid food became even richer after compression, making Lu Daiqing, who had eaten buns for lunch for several days, involuntarily frown: Too strong, this taste.
It had to be said that 21st Century recipes provided some unimaginable stimulation to modern people’s taste buds. This was also why so many in Class Eight were eyeing Xiang Chuan’s meal boxes: some of them couldn’t stomach modern food anymore. Therefore, many classmates were watching the movements over at Yue Xiang—Xiang Chuan said their family was opening a shop, so they could just go to Yue Xiang to buy buns or something else to eat then!
Optimistic modern people didn’t even think about what the consequences would be if their taste buds were too influenced by ancient food; they only thought about eating tasty things.
Fu Chengkai, who finished eating the fastest, said: “That’s too bad. We were hoping you’d bring some buns back for everyone when you returned. These past two days without buns have starved us badly.”
“Five and a half days left, endure it.” Long Xiaoxian, sitting nearby, took a bite of compressed solid food.
If Xiang Chuan and the others’ tent was like a gathering of A Bite of China Club and their close friends, then Lu Daiqing’s tent was the Class Eight Grade One class cadre gathering.
The tallest, Mandy, was the class’s activity person in charge (Cultural Committee Member). Fu Chengkai, who ate things the fastest, was the health officer (Labor Committee Member). Long Xiaoxian, gnawing on solid food and grinding their teeth, was the runner-up candidate who lost in the competition for activity person in charge. If they called over Vice Class President Nancy, Class Eight’s class cadres would have enough for a mahjong table.
Of course, there was no mahjong for them to play now.
“By the way, Mandy, did you arrange that matter just now?” Lu Daiqing took a sip of water and cleared their throat.
“Of course. As soon as they heard my words, they couldn’t help but want to rush out. Luckily I held them back.” Mandy smiled wryly.
“Their mood is understandable,” Long Xiaoxian smiled. “Just in case, we called along two more careful female classmates to go together. They can help clean up and also confuse the opponent.”
Lu Daiqing nodded: “This allocation is good, but just in case, have another team meet up at the rendezvous point later.”
Saying this, they couldn’t help rubbing their hands, a hard-to-contain excitement on their face: “If this plan succeeds, things will be much easier for us next.”
The four exchanged glances and showed wordless smiles.
In the Northern Area of the forest, Class Ten members saw the patrol squad not returning for a long time, so the entire camp raised its alert.
“Is it Class Two? Or Class Eight?”
“From the map position, Class Eight is closest here, but they hold the best defensive terrain. Logically, they wouldn’t attack so early… Could they have run into someone midway and gotten captured?”
“Maybe it’s Class Two? If Class Two is also targeting Class Eight, they might bump into the patrol team…”
Class Ten students discussed noisily, but the unease on their faces couldn’t be hidden. No way around it; starting off with a loss really hit the kids’ confidence hard.
Anxiously waiting until lunchtime with no one coming, Class Ten’s class president had no choice but to announce starting lunch first, then think about what to do next after eating.
“After lunch, let’s all go search around the forest perimeter. Maybe we can find some clues.” Class Ten’s class president said. They knew that at this time, getting everyone moving was needed to prevent this low morale from spreading further.
Thus, nearly thirty people from Class Ten all rushed into the forest.
The group wasn’t running around like headless flies, but targeted the other two classes in the Northern Region. So everyone split into two large troops and began searching along the forest paths between them and Class Two and Class Eight for traces of the patrol squad.
“This is Class Eight route squad. No clues found on this side.” The vice class president in charge of the Class Eight route squad opened the terminal light screen and reported to the class president on the other route.
【We’re about the same here… Huh?】
The camera on the other end tilted downward vertically with the user’s movement for a bit, and when it straightened again, there was a rope in the class president’s hand.
【This is… Neon Rope Ring?】 The class president looked left and right at the thing dropped on the ground. No matter how you looked at it, it was something from the patrol squad members—because it was used by them to bind books.
“Looks like you hit the jackpot over there,” the vice class president shrugged: “Want to find a place to meet up? Then take a good look.”
【No, just in case, we’ll scout the road first over here, then meet up.】 With that, the class president turned off the light screen.
“Vice Class President, did we find them?” The classmates looked at the vice class president full of expectation.
“One piece of good news, one piece of bad news.” The vice class president smiled wryly repeatedly. “Good news is we found the patrol team’s thing. Bad news is we now have to go back the way we came, a long way, everyone.”
“Walking back is no big deal.” Everyone laughed it off.
At that moment, one student suddenly opened their eyes wide, lowered their voice and whispered: “Quiet! Someone!”
These six words tensed everyone up badly, all worrying what to do if the other side attacked. So everyone squatted down, hiding behind the dense bushes.
The sounds were getting closer.
“…Do you think Class Two will let it go?” one voice asked.
It was Class Eight people! Everyone got even more nervous.
“If they dare come over, perfect chance for us to test that side’s terrain.” The implication was they were going to fight back.
“But those guys over there, they captured the captives themselves, yet they’re thinking of coming to rob us. If they’ve got the guts, go for Class Ten’s ah?”
“No helping it, Class Ten has more sports club members.”
“Isn’t this just thinking we’re easy to bully…”
The two voices gradually faded away, and only after they could no longer be heard did Class Ten’s group stand up with lingering fear. Some of the more timid ones had half their bodies on the ground just now, now covered in dry leaves and soil.
But none of that mattered.
The vice class president quickly opened the light screen and contacted the class president on the other route: “Class President, they are indeed over at Class Two, no mistake.”
At this time, the two Class Eight people who had moved away from Class Ten’s location: So easy to fool, heh heh.
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