Chapter 93: Field Training – Class Eight Grade One’s Great Start
Xiang Chuan sat by the tent watching the dense crowd of people in the central camp area. The “captives” from the two classes were also glaring at Xiang Chuan with resentment or unwillingness. If the people from the two classes weren’t all tied up, Xiang Chuan felt they would probably cut her into a thousand pieces.
The others from Class Eight were busy by the riverside constructing tents for the captives—no way around it, one large tent could only hold twenty people, and now they needed to build four to accommodate the total of seventy captives including that small squad from the morning. Xiang Chuan felt dizzy seeing this overcrowded situation, which more or less stirred up her unpleasant memories from the 21st Century of working in a frontline city and squeezing onto the subway. The Class President saw her like this and simply let her rest in the camp, and by the way watch the captives. The remaining five from the six-person group were all pulled over to help construct the tents.
When the people who finished constructing the tents came back to lead the captives away, they discovered over sixty captives playing a staring contest with Xiang Chuan. They couldn’t help but exclaim: Xiang Chuan wasn’t afraid even being stared at by so many people! Then they took the captives one by one to the tents by the river.
It felt about the same as staring down the monkeys at the zoo. Xiang Chuan sat by the tent, biting the straw of her water bottle and thinking.
“You’ve worked hard! Everyone can eat dinner now that you’re done!”
With a command from Class President Lu Daiqing, everyone cheered. The over twenty classmates who went out in the afternoon cheered especially jubilantly, nearly scaring Xiang Chuan into jumping up from the ground. She sidled up to the Class President and asked: “Class President, you just said it was all thanks to me and the Thirty-Six Stratagems that things turned out like this. What exactly happened in the afternoon?”
Hearing this, the Class President laughed and teased: “You have things you don’t understand too?”
Xiang Chuan looked at the Class President with the idiot-staring expression she’d seen so much of these past few days that she was numb to it: “You wouldn’t let me go, so of course I don’t know.”
“Haha, just kidding,” the Class President patted her shoulder. “How about we talk while eating? Can I mooch a few buns?”
“I agree to your proposal, but the buns are all eaten at lunch… There are still some steamed buns, want any?”
While everyone from Class Eight was expressing their surprise and joy at the dinner gathering, in the invisible sky above, the completely forgotten camera was transmitting this scene back to Xiang Xue’s live stream room.
At this time, the Xiang Family had also reached dinnertime, but Xiang Xue and Lin Ming didn’t want to miss a single shot of Class Eight, so they had the starfish servant deliver their respective meals to the entertainment room. The people in the entertainment room finally got to eat the Xiang Family gourmet food that had made their mouths water three thousand feet countless times while maintaining the live stream room from behind the screen. Only Xiang Xue, who was used to eating in front of the camera, and Lin Ming, who had good upbringing and controlled his facial expressions, managed it. Otherwise, if the camera in the live stream room shifted a bit, they might capture a bunch of facial expressions exploding from how delicious the dinner was.
“I told you having the camera follow the main troop was definitely the right call.” Xiang Chuan contentedly cut a piece of fish fillet and put it in her mouth. “Don’t I know what kind of personality my sister has? She’s a bit more outgoing now, but at heart she’s still that sister who doesn’t like exercise. She says it’s a stroll, but it’s definitely within no more than three kilometers around the camp. What fun could there be in such a short distance? Better to watch the big Class Eight team here, and sure enough, heh.”
“Alright, alright, I know you understand your sister, I don’t.” Lin Ming looked speechlessly at his smug partner, then turned back to the screen, his hand still cutting steak without stopping. “That was really too exciting just now. The leader, that senior named… Mandy? had perfect timing. Once Class Ten and Class Two entered the mutual exhaustion phase during the confrontation, he immediately charged in and threw binding rope rings fiercely at both sides’ people. It looked chaotic, but every throw hit its mark.”
As soon as he started talking about what just happened, Lin Ming’s usual cool guy image cracked again, and he began gushing endlessly about the scene. The comment section in the live stream room was also scrolling extremely fast.
[Just now, a Class Eight kid threw the rope ring right at the feet of two opponents, and their feet got bound together. It was really too funny.]
[Actually, if you don’t watch Class Eight’s side, Class Ten and Class Two fought pretty spectacularly. Class Ten directly charged into Class Two’s staging area, but Class Two reacted quickly, so even though it was a surprise attack, Class Ten didn’t gain much advantage, and it ended up in a stalemate.]
[Yeah, if it hadn’t entered the stalemate phase, that Class Eight surprise attack would definitely have gotten them surrounded and attacked by both sides.]
[That’s why that boy commanding Class Eight was so impressive. He’s a good prospect that Officer A Dan likes.]
[Haha, that Officer A Dan is going to be disappointed. I asked right away about that kid—he’s from the Agriculture Club.]
[Looks like no chance then. The Agriculture Bureau never lets people out once they’re in.]
[Drop the ‘definitely.’ I just checked—the university agriculture major has already marked this student as a priority.]
[That’s too fast. The kid is only in first year high school.]
[Understandable. When we saw that girl who established the first Performance Club in our fleet, forget universities—even our Cultural Affairs Bureau immediately contacted the high school principal.]
[Got it, got it. You can’t help but do that when you see promising young people.]
[Wonder if the Class President who made the plan has been eyed by any department?]
[Checked—it’s the Literature Club.]
[Heh, that’s our Cultural Affairs Bureau again.]
[Shut up, you already have a Performance Club. Leave this one for our Finance Department.]
[No, prioritize our City Planning Bureau.]
……
Seeing the comment section scrolling so fast it was turning into a talent poaching market, Xiang Xue, who was complaining madly in her heart, had to quickly stand up and take control to prevent these viewers—who seemed erratic but were actually each older than her dad by more than two generations and held positions on par with her mother—from getting heated, agreeing to meet offline for a real fight. The consequences wouldn’t be something her little live stream room could handle. This was also something written in the precautions her sister Xiang Chuan had sent her: appropriately steering the comment section’s topic back to the main point is a basic quality of a qualified streamer!
“But luckily it’s only the first day, and the senior students from the other classes haven’t taken out most of the things in their backpacks, so when the Class Eight seniors later carried all those backpacks and luggage back to their own staging area, it didn’t take too much time.” Xiang Xue complained. The camera in the shot rotated an angle, showing all the backpacks neatly lined up near the captive tents—quite a spectacular sight.
The backpacks for field training averaged one meter tall and eighty centimeters wide, able to hold lots of things. As for weight, no need to worry—exoskeleton and exoskeleton armor could handle everything. This was also why Class Eight, after ensuring all of Class Ten and Class Two were successfully captured, still had the strength to carry back in one go these backpacks that together weighed at least as much as ten anti-gravity cars.
“Because normal people wouldn’t think of taking down two classes in a row on the first day.” Lin Ming sharply commented. “The unexpected attack timing is one reason. Another reason I think is that after the Class Eight seniors first encountered the Thirty-Six Stratagems, their desire to show off their skills far outweighed their unease about the plan failing—no, it should be called a tactical failure. With fear eliminated and emotions excited, their combat power was naturally much higher than the two classes that were demoralized from being stuck in a stalemate.”
Simply put— the Thirty-Six Stratagems made a huge contribution.
“However,” Lin Ming smiled, his gaze somewhat meaningful, “this confrontation match might become even more unpredictable for the remaining five days.”
The viewers on the other side of the live stream room laughed upon hearing this: yeah, but that makes it even more worth looking forward to, doesn’t it?
Two days of consecutive power outages completely shattered me…
