Chapter 92: Field Training – Bountiful Harvest
Just as it was approaching five o’clock, the Class President finally brought the few members of Class Ten’s patrol squad into the tent together with the remaining Class Eight Students in the camp. After the invisible barrier rose, the Class President untied their binding rope rings.
Class Ten’s squad looked at the bespectacled Class Eight Class President in front of them, who was smiling politely and refinedly, and a chill rose in their hearts. They wished they could get as far away from him as possible.
“Please stay inside for a while, everyone. If things go smoothly, you won’t have to worry about dinner.”
The Class President waved cheerfully at them and returned to the center of Class Eight’s camp.
At this moment, a few figures appeared at the entrance. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Xiang Chuan and the others who had just gone out for a walk. They were also leading the transport robot they had taken out earlier.
“Welcome back, everyone. Did you enjoy your walk… Wow!”
The Class President smilingly went up to greet them, but upon getting closer, he was startled by everyone’s appearance. Not a single person’s clothes were clean and neat; everyone’s pant legs and sleeves were covered in soil, especially Xiang Chuan’s, whose entire front looked like it had crashed into a mud wall. Only her face appeared relatively clean.
“Ah, Class President, we’re back! Sorry, if there’s something, we’ll talk later. We’re going to the riverside to wash our clothes~!”
Xiang Chuan waved at the Class President, who had been scared into a daze, gave the transport robot the command to standby next to the tent, and immediately unleashed her inexplicably athletic prowess, charging fiercely toward the nearby riverside. However, she was quickly overtaken by the five people behind her.
There was no helping it. Compared to Xiang Chuan, who had often played in the mud as a child and thus had some tolerance for it, the five modern people had hardly ever touched sand with their hands. After digging mud for nearly two hours today, it had almost triggered everyone’s germophobia.
“…What on earth did they do to end up in such an embarrassed state?” Fu Chengkai, who had just come out of the tent, witnessed the whole scene. The sight of everyone covered in filth was quite stimulating to his “occupational disease” as the hygiene administrator. Unfortunately, they were now in the wilderness; otherwise, he would definitely drag these guys into the dormitory area’s large bathhouse for a thorough body cleaning.
“Nancy and Liang Gong just came back and said they were going to transport some things…” The Class President curiously looked at the standby transport robot. Its back was loaded with a large cluster of roadside wildflowers and unbloomed grass that had been uprooted. Could it be they went to dig up this stuff? But these were everywhere in all the parks and wouldn’t sell for much even at a flower shop.
“It’s probably Xiang Chuan’s idea again,” Fu Chengkai said helplessly, looking at the soil stuck on them. “I don’t know what they plan to do with picking these…”
While complaining about Xiang Chuan’s bizarre behavior, another burst of lively noise came from the entrance. The two turned their heads and revealed delighted smiles.
After the six rushed to the riverside, Xiang Chuan stood on the bank thinking about how to wash the soil off her clothes when the other five directly charged into the river.
“Wow! Hey! What are you doing!” The water splashed by the five drenched Xiang Chuan’s face. She touched the water on her face but also smeared the mud from her sleeve onto it.
“This way it’s faster to wash, right? Oh dear, Xiang Chuan, your face is all covered in mud. Come in and wash quickly.” With that, Chou Manman rushed over swiftly and, taking advantage of Xiang Chuan’s lack of reaction, directly dragged her into the river.
“Won’t this make everything completely wet?!” Xiang Chuan stood in the river and wiped her face. This indeed rinsed off most of the soil on her body. The remaining mud was swept away by the river after she patted her clothes. In an instant, her clothes returned to their original clean state. The only downside was that everything was soaked. Now sitting in the river, Xiang Chuan felt no entanglement at all and deftly cleaned the soil off her body.
“That’s about enough. It’ll be a bit cold at night, so hurry up and go ashore to dry the clothes.” Ouyang Yating patted Xiang Chuan’s shoulder and went ashore first.
Dry them, how? Xiang Chuan followed ashore in a daze. The clothes, now saturated with water, had become somewhat heavy. When climbing onto the stones by the bank, Xiang Chuan nearly lost her balance and fell back into the river. She saw everyone press some spot on their clothes—unknown which one—and the wilderness-specific protective clothing instantly drew out the moisture, outlining everyone’s body curves with the form-fitting inner clothes. Xiang Chuan, who had watched the whole process, gave a five-star review in her heart to her team members’ figures. Less than ten minutes later, they returned to normal, with no trace of wetness whatsoever. If not for the bit of soil still on their shoes, Xiang Chuan would really think the five had just come back from walking a T-stage as young models.
Seeing Xiang Chuan’s dazed expression, everyone knew what was up, and Chou Manman was the first to start helping her.
“Press the button on your left arm first, yes, that’s the one.”
“Then press the one inside the collar…”
While Xiang Chuan and Chou Manman focused entirely on the protective clothing, in no time, the water on Xiang Chuan’s body was mostly taken care of.
Modern wilderness gear even comes with automatic dehydration function… Xiang Chuan looked at the button hidden behind the sleeve and marveled inwardly at how convenient modern life is.
When the six returned to the camp chatting idly, they were stunned.
The plaza of Class Eight’s staging area was now packed with a dense crowd of students, all ones they hardly ever saw usually.
“This is… Class Ten’s?” Chou Manman asked uncertainly.
“Probably. I recognize a few who were in the same class as me in the Junior High Department. After advancing to high school, they were assigned to Class Eight, and now they’re sitting right in the center.”
“But there are too many people.” Xiang Chuan tiptoed to look into the distance. “Isn’t Class Ten seventy-five people like us? There are about sixty or seventy here.”
Hearing this, everyone was taken aback and began roughly counting heads. Indeed, there were about sixty or seventy people.
This… where did so many people come from? Liang Gong and Chou Manman fell into the same line of thinking, but Ainuo and the others seemed to react, looking toward Xiang Chuan.
“Why are you looking at me? It’s not like I conjured them out of thin air.” Xiang Chuan glared at them irritably. “What I’m more worried about now is whether so many people will eat our class into poverty. There are still five days left—where will all this food come from…”
“Don’t worry about food, though it’s not entirely unrelated to you, Classmate Xiang Chuan.” The Class President’s voice suddenly rang out from beside her. Xiang Chuan’s brain stalled as she turned her head, only to see the Class President who had sneaked up at some point, now right next to her. It scared her so much she nearly couldn’t hold back from giving him an over-the-shoulder throw. Well, although whether this lifetime’s body could handle the impact was another question.
“This is all thanks to that copy of Thirty-Six Stratagems you gave everyone, Classmate Xiang Chuan.” The Class President smiled especially brightly. “We had a huge harvest today, you could say.”
Huh? Xiang Chuan was stunned. How was it really connected to her?
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