Chapter 96: Field Training – Xiang Chuan Who Can’t Hold Back
While Class Eight Students were happily resting around the camp or busy cleaning up traces of the battle, Class Two and Class Ten, locked in tents by the riverside, were not so pleased.
Two tents were set up by the river, one on the left for Class Two and one on the right for Class Ten, separating boys and girls. However, the gender proportions in the two classes were uneven; Class Two had more boys, making their tent crowded, while Class Ten had more girls, who chatted endlessly in their tent.
Last night at first, the Class President and others were thinking of mixing people from the two classes and assigning them by number. Xiang Chuan, who happened to be passing by the camp after leaving her tent to digest dinner, overheard and tossed out, “If you mix them together, aren’t you afraid the two classes will hit it off and make big news?” This made the Class Cadres give up the idea of mixing the two classes in tents, and they honestly separated them by class and gender into the tents.
The tents for captives were naturally not as spacious and comfortable as the team tents. Especially last night, Class Eight Students only had time to gather food and emergency sleeping bags from the luggage of the two classes’ students; they didn’t even take out the tent bedding (compressible version). They could only spend the first night of the Class Competition with hard pillows and uncomfortable thin blankets.
—The first night was actually spent as captives in another class’s camp—who can understand this feeling!
Both Class Presidents sighed and took out portions of water and compressed food from the storage boxes piled outside the tents, distributing them to classmates together with the Class Cadres.
“Class President, can’t we find a chance to escape?”
Last night, some students from their own class had run over to whisper this.
This proposal was very attractive. With boys and girls from the two classes separated by a barrier, late at night when everyone from Class Eight had returned to their tents to rest, they began discussing strategies.
At first, everyone was very enthusiastic. Their luggage storage spot was very obvious; even if they grabbed the wrong class’s, they could just swap back after escaping. This barrier restricting the captives’ activities was not impregnable; with external force, maybe they could make a breakthrough.
Just as everyone was excitedly preparing to implement the plan the next day, early in the morning they heard Class Eight Students who had gotten up finishing breakfast and strolling by the river talking about going to the forest to eliminate traces or something, which left everyone dumbfounded.
If you eliminate the traces, how are we supposed to get back after we escape later!
What broke them even more was that the girl they had seen yesterday covered in soil when tied to Class Eight’s camp plaza walked by this morning, glanced at their tents, and said, “This barrier is set up really poorly.” Then she turned around, and several Class Eight Students came over to reinforce it. Now this barrier could truly be called impregnable; even twenty or thirty people crashing into it together couldn’t make a crack.
Thus, the fighting spirit that both classes had spontaneously ignited last night now became a deflated ball with a hole, the kind that couldn’t be patched or repaired.
This burst of energy hadn’t even reached the point of waning before it was already exhausted. Without hope, the seventy people from the two classes remained silent through the morning of the second day of the confrontation match, not even in the mood to chat.
Class Eight’s camp was also becoming quieter and quieter. Except for a very few students left to guard the camp, the others were either patrolling and strolling nearby or going to their camp to clean up traces along the way. At this moment, aside from the sound of flowing water nearby and a little human noise from Class Eight’s camp, no other miscellaneous sounds could be heard.
“Yawn~…”
A yawn without any tension broke this silence.
People from both classes turned to look and saw the girl yawning as she walked toward the riverside.
It was her! The Class Eight Students had said she provided them with the strategy, and she was also the Club President of one of the two newest clubs currently the most talked-about at school!
Noticing the line of sight, Xiang Chuan looked around left and right, then walked toward the riverside as if nothing had happened. Since coming 30,000 years later, she found her psychological quality was more than a little better than in her previous life. In her previous life, she was often sent by the Team Leader or Leader to give public speeches, forcibly training her, a social phobia waiting to die lying down, to the point where she could handle hosting small activities. But her previous self definitely couldn’t have walked through the center of a crowd as if nothing happened while being stared at viciously by a bunch of people like she could now.
Could it be a passive skill she came with this life? But according to descriptions from her parents and Xiao Xue and others, she was even more social phobia this life than last—where did this stress resistance come from?
Muttering to herself inwardly, she walked all the way to the riverside. Yesterday when hastily washing mud off her clothes, and with dim evening light, she hadn’t gotten a good look at this river. The riverbed was fairly wide; based on yesterday’s actual feel, the water by the bank was only waist-deep. Maybe because people often came to tend it, the area near the camp was relatively shallow, but farther in it got deeper and deeper, with dense aquatic plants under the clear river water, lush and green, reminding her of 21st Century river scenery.
Splash.
A fish jumped out of the water surface. Perhaps the warming weather had awakened the microorganisms and insects in the river, allowing the fish schools to feast, making this fish particularly plump.
Then the fish sank back into the river water, disappearing among the aquatic plants.
……
……Fish.
……………A very plump fish.
Xiang Chuan subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth. Good, no drool had flowed, but her throat was now madly swallowing saliva.
She shook her head: There were still several days’ worth of fish fillets in the meal box, no need to rush right this moment. It was just one fish; once home, she’d have the little chef clear out a warehouse specially for fresh fish to store live ones. With ginger slices, what fish would there be to fear eating?
Splash.
Another plump fish jumped out of the water surface.
“…” Alright, she wasn’t pretending anymore; she was showing her cards. She was really tired of pan-fried fish fillets; the picky 21st Century person wanted to eat something else!
Desire is the greatest source of motivation for action. So in a flash, students from Class Two and Class Ten saw this prominent figure in everyone’s eyes charge back to the camp with thunderous speed, soon returning to the riverside with a water bucket and an empty food box. Under the gaze of the two classes’ students, she directly jumped into the river, holding the water bucket and peering at something.
After holding still for a while, she moved, scooping the bucket into the water. With a lift, a river fish lacking vigilance lay quietly in the bucket with wide-open eyes. Before it could struggle, she carried it ashore and casually tossed it into the meal box, covered the meal box, and hopped back toward the camp.
Xiang Chuan: Fresh fish to eat!
Onlookers: What just happened!? We were clearly watching this girl’s every move, so how did she scoop up a fish with one swift motion?!
