Chapter 94: Field Training – Day Three
Perhaps because digging ginger was too engrossing, she unknowingly consumed some stamina. Xiang Chuan slept exceptionally soundly that night, or rather, exceptionally deeply, to the point that even when the terminal alarm clocks of the four in the tent rang simultaneously, she wasn’t woken up. Nancy, who was sleeping on her left, curiously stepped forward and pinched her nose. Then visibly, Xiang Chuan’s relaxed brows gradually furrowed, tightened, her face turned red and swollen…
“Pwah!!” Xiang Chuan’s eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly, coughing and gasping as she looked at her roommates sitting up on both sides with a puzzled expression. “Have we gone underwater? Why couldn’t I breathe just now?”
“Xiang Chuan’s idea is really interesting.” Nancy grinned and ruffled her somewhat messy hair, getting up to prepare to change clothes. The other two also smiled helplessly at her, leaving Xiang Chuan baffled. She hurriedly followed them to change clothes and wash up.
A dedicated space was cleared behind the tent, accessible from inside the tent, with a ventilation device installed above. This was the small space everyone used for convenient bathing.
“I thought we were going to bathe by the riverside.”
Yesterday, when constructing this small outer compartment, Xiang Chuan voiced her inner thought, earning white eyes from the three: Wouldn’t bathing outside mean being seen completely naked? Or has our Club President been brainwashed by ancient knowledge, thinking ancient people could casually bathe by the riverside?
21st Century People declared they wouldn’t take this blame. Only some Mary Sue TV series would like to feature young girls bathing by the riverside. In the end, Xiang Chuan spent half an hour explaining that ancient people (21st Century People) wouldn’t bathe like that; she had just asked casually.
Taking out plaque-cleaning nano robots from her backpack, she familiarly put them in her mouth and chewed. Xiang Chuan’s still-groggy mind thought: If only this thing had a mint flavor. Directly adsorbing plaque to brush teeth was still somewhat unaccustomed for her, a 21st Century Person used to mint-flavored toothpaste.
“Ainuo and the others are urging us, saying they want to come over for breakfast.” Nancy shook the terminal in her hand, which had the message page open.
“Let them wait. There’s no reason for the demanding side to act superior and urge the supplying side.” Ouyang Yating snorted coldly and leisurely went to groom her beautiful hair.
Xiang Chuan also disliked being urged by others, so she silently went along with Ouyang Yating’s plan.
As a result, the two boys endured the slightly cool spring morning dew outside, waiting a full fifteen minutes before Xiang Chuan and the other three opened the tent door.
“What happened yesterday was really bizarre,” Xiang Chuan said disgruntledly while drinking fruit milk. “Just one afternoon, and the Northern Region is left with only our class.”
“Thanks to your Thirty-S Six Stratagems. Now you’re safe from worrying about these meal boxes being robbed.” Ainuo teased, casually picking up a piece of fish fillet. He had been craving it for a long time, but these past few days Xiang Chuan was addicted to eating it. Out of politeness to prioritize the host, he hadn’t dared to take any. But today, Xiang Chuan suddenly seemed to lose interest in fish fillets and started eating buns, finally giving him a chance. He wondered in his mind if she had put some strange thing in them.
It was just that a picky 21st Century Person disliked eating the same thing repeatedly every day.
“But kicking out two classes on the first day… Next week when we go back, our class or our club won’t really get paint splashed on us, right?” Xiang Chuan’s brows furrowed almost into a “chuan” shape.
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“Uh… it’s kind of a dye that’s hard to wash off after applying it, right? Dye is used to color things.”
“It’s ancient stuff again, right? Ancient people lived such tiring lives; even coloring things required external substances.” Chou Manman sharply commented.
“Just put your mind at ease,” Ouyang Yating said, looking somewhat speechless at Xiang Chuan. “For a period of time after the Class Competition, the confrontational awareness between classes might be relatively strong, but it’ll only last one or two months. By the time concentrated review for midterms starts, no one will care about this sort of thing.”
“One or two months is long enough already.” Xiang Chuan glared at him irritably, thinking that a modern person’s sense of time really couldn’t be taken as reference.
After finishing breakfast, Xiang Chuan now had her mind full of the ginger dug up yesterday and the unease about whether Class Two and Class Ten would retaliate, and she had no intention of going out. Seeing that her own Club President/close friend/close friend’s Club President had decided to properly stay homebound (camp-bound?), the five of them dispersed on their own to do their own things. Although due to their superior family backgrounds, the five weren’t without experience coming to the Nature Reserve, opportunities like this to freely walk around in the Forest were still rare, and everyone was very curious.
After Xiang Chuan saw the five people off, she hid in the corner of the tent and opened Geegle to simply search for ginger storage methods. Wash clean and then put salt on it? She had salt, but no plastic wrap or anything else that could block air, pass; dry soil? Forget it, it’s spring now, where to find dry sand and soil in the forest; finally, rice jar and baijiu… Modern people don’t eat rice anymore, where to find a rice jar, and liquor is even more unnecessary. In Xiang Chuan’s plan, liquor was listed after rice, so temporarily not considering it.
She put away the terminal light screen and ran depressedly to the transport robot, looking at the ginger and ginger flower on it. Fortunately, probably due to the insect repellent chip, there were no bugs attached to them when picked, and they lay quietly in the corner on the transport robot’s back, still covered in uncleaned soil.
“Xiang Chuan? Aren’t you going out to play today?”
After the Class President assigned work to several groups, she happened to see her squatting beside the Transport Robot in a daze, so she came over.
“Ah, Class President, good morning.” Xiang Chuan looked up and waved her hand, “Do we have any plans for today?”
“If there is, then there is one: cleaning up yesterday’s traces.” The Class President smiled, “‘Deceive the heavens to cross the sea’—the secret to all stratagems succeeding is to have concealment. During the Class Competition, each class will not know the situations of the other classes. To gain more preparation time, we must clean up the traces of yesterday’s melee between Class Two and Class Ten, as well as the traces of those two classes’ staging areas, to achieve the effect of confusing the other classes.”
The Class President is turning into a scheming military strategist, Xiang Chuan silently mourned in advance for the other classes, but also had a doubt in her heart: “Why not press the advantage? Logically speaking, in the first two days, all the classes were still in the exploration stage, and launching an attack at this time would be the best.”
“One reason is that we’re unfamiliar with the terrain of the Central Region and Southern Region. The patrol team would take too much time going there and back, and if caught, it wouldn’t be worth the loss. The second reason is that after a day, most people have already recovered their stamina. Choosing to attack at this time, even if using a stratagem to make both sides fall into a war of attrition like yesterday, it’s uncertain how much stamina we can reduce, so it’s better to stop and observe the opponent’s movements.”
“Responding to changes with no change, right? That’s indeed a good decision.” Xiang Chuan stood up and stretched lazily, “If only there was some raw meat, then I could try my ginger.”
“Bear with it. By the way, if you’re leaving the Staging Area, remember to tell me.”
“What? Do we have to take attendance at the Staging Area too?” Xiang Chuan stumbled underfoot and nearly fell.
“Well, that’s not it… It’s more like entrusted by someone, right?”
The Class President ‘s gaze drifted into the distance. Just now, when she saw Ainuo and the other four leaving the camp one after another, she had been sighing inwardly that the Ancient Food Club really had some strong contenders. At this moment, the five of them came back up one after another, each leaving behind a sentence of “Notify me if Xiang Chuan goes out,” before starting their forest journey.
These people, when leaving the tent, didn’t even glance back at Xiang Chuan one bit, but once ready to head out, they all ran over to the Class President to ask him to keep an eye on Xiang Chuan. The internal status dynamics in the group were crystal clear, plain as day.
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