Xing Miao beca everyone’s commander, multitasking tirelessly.
Responsible for overseeing everything, directing Wu Qingqing’s movents, providing more information to Ji Heng and Hu Ping...
If her command had even the slightest error, it would cause irreparable damage to her teammates.
Su Xiaocai’s training content was primarily directed at Xing Miao, focusing on how to issue commands quickly, how to acquire critical data, and distinguish combat strategies between humans and the Insect n.
anwhile, the others were also listening to these teachings.
Su Xiaocai had to make them understand that any command issued by Xing Miao would carry her intentions, and they needed to anticipate all the underlying ssages hidden within the terms and phrases.
Achieving miraculous speed in action.
Xing Miao was fully focused, giving out one command after another. When soone died, they would start over, and she had to redeploy and adjust tactics in a short ti.
The training lasted several hours. Occasionally, her teammates couldn’t keep up with her commands, or when she made a poor decision, the sight of her teammates’ deaths would appear before her eyes.
Every failure was a ntal blow to Xing Miao.
It almost crushed Xing Miao’s nerves.
At the end, Xing Miao exited the cabin and squatted on the ground, crying.
As impressive as she was while commanding, she was now just as disheveled.
Su Xiaocai’s demands in command were at the level of harshness.
Feng Wansha, looking exhausted, grabbed Xing Miao’s hand, conveying warmth,
Wu Qingqing also wanted to comfort Xing Miao, but she was too tired even to move a finger, and could only grab Huahua who was passing by and cry bitterly.
Not a single tear could be squeezed out; all the body’s moisture had turned into sweat.
The boys lay sprawled around, faces pale, chests heaving heavily.
Listening to the crying, they fell into reminiscence, digesting the day’s lessons.
Su Xiaocai’s training was undoubtedly brutal; the pain was real, and exhaustion and helplessness were constant companions.
There was a feeling of reliving the battle on Huangyang Star at midnight, facing overwhelming swarms of Insect n, yet they still gritted their teeth and defended under imnse ntal pressure.
They finished their training.
The military cadets also completed their lessons, and during this ti, they had a few minutes to leave for the restroom.
But no one dared to leave for too long; they left only when it was absolutely necessary.
Wisdom 03 got straight to the point, with no small talk, making the military cadets feel like they were back in their teenage days of intense study.
Missing a few words could lead to a lifeti of regret.
After they exited the cabin, they saw ten people lying on the ground like dead pigs, and instantly empathized with them.
When the group of twenty finished their lessons, although the content was different, their expressions led to the sa place.
Their steps faltered, eyes vacant — one might think they’d spent the whole day in wild mischief.
When their figures appeared in the canteen,
Chef Li hurriedly called for people to serve them food; the military cadets hadn’t eaten for free and had paid double for their als and accommodations.
Wu Qingqing and others also paid for their als.
Su Xiaocai didn’t withhold any of the al fees and gave them to the canteen chef, asking him to prepare better food for these people.
Chef Li dared not cut any corners since his nephew still needed the boss’s training, and he hadn’t paid for the coaching fee yet, which already weighed heavily on his conscience, so he couldn’t skimp on the food.
A long table was filled with good food, and while it wasn’t all delicacies from land and sea, both the at and vegetables were as fresh as could be.
Sufficient soup and rice were provided.
Wu Qingqing and the others didn’t have much appetite, so they first tried a slice of sour pickle to awaken their taste buds. Once their bodies craved food, they quickly devoured the rice.
Having expended so much energy, they ate an incredible amount.
The military cadets were an entirely different story; they seed oblivious to any hunger.
Mumbling to themselves, they would take a bite of plain rice and then glance at their notes.
Chef Li took a peek and saw only formulas, the kind that would hurt anyone’s eyes.
It’s not polite to look, and although he couldn’t understand them, it didn’t an others couldn’t. He thought a bit and fetched a routine cleaning warning sign from the kitchen, "Caution: Wet Floor, No Entry."
The other staff intuitively walked around it, and Chef Li was pleased with his cleverness.
Soon after, Chef Li’s gaze again drifted towards the military cadets, and his heart ached.
He was pained by the sight of so many leftovers on the table and wondered if it was a problem with his cooking skills.
"Isn’t it tasty?"
Wu Qingqing looked up from her bowl, thinking the question was directed at her, puzzled, "It’s delicious."
Li Shanchun never used to care about food waste.
Ever since a group of old comrades started competing with him for food, he even learned to scrape up soup.
He pulled over the dish of "big plate chicken" in front of Wu Qingqing, using a leaf of vegetable to scrape up the gravy.
Even so, he didn’t dare to reach for the military cadets’ neighboring dishes.
Regarding that sumptuous leftover food, he nudged the young cadet sitting next to him, asking the sa question as Chef Li: "You all aren’t eating anymore?"
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