"And you still have the nerve to talk?"
Both ng Xianjun and Hua Yingjie gave Shao Wuyou a speechless glare.
Upon hearing this, Liu ngting and Li Xiaoli imdiately started asking questions out of concern, instantly forgetting their own unfortunate situation.
"By the way, why hasn’t Chen Cang shown up?"
Tang Ming asked curiously while munching on his food.
"I don’t know, I tried calling Xiao Cangcang, but he didn’t pick up."
Li Xiaoli snapped back to reality and quickly dialed Chen Cang’s number again, still no answer.
"No idea what’s going on?"
Liu ngting shrugged, not too concerned; after all, Chen Cang was a high-level martial master and unlikely to encounter danger.
The group joked and laughed over their al, then returned to their dorms to rest.
Tang Ming changed into his military training uniform as soon as he returned to his dorm, whereas Shao Wuyou and the others didn’t even bother changing and just went straight to sleep, eager for rest.
After the lunch break, Tang Ming and his group promptly arrived at the dical College for assembly.
"Everyone, turn right, start running, and gather at the field."
With a grim expression, Wu Xiong skipped the small talk and led everyone to the field right after assembly.
Once at the field, Tang Ming saw that all the freshn were present, and countless platoons filled the field, their numbers several tis larger.
"Why the sudden increase in people?"
Tang Ming mumbled in confusion.
"Quiet, there was a shocking incident this morning where a student assaulted an instructor. All freshn and instructors are gathered here to address this incident."
Wu Xiong ntioned, handing a flag that read "dical 123" to Tang Ming: "This is our platoon’s number, make sure you protect the flag well, understood?"
"Yes."
Tang Ming quickly nodded.
"Quiet, quiet, before the afternoon military training, there’s an impromptu freshman eting."
A male voice echoed from the broadcast, "This morning, on the first day of freshman military training, there’s been a shocking incident where a student assaulted an instructor. The main perpetrator is Chen Cang from Class Three of the Law Departnt, his cri is egregious, and he ought to be expelled, in accordance with school rules."
"Damn!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Ming was absolutely stunned.
Li Xiaoli and Liu ngting in the crowd were also bewildered; no wonder Chen Cang didn’t show up at noon, that guy actually hit an instructor? This is insane!
The other students were buzzing with the news, a student hitting an instructor is surely a historic scandal.
"But fortunately, Chen Cang realized his mistake in ti and was forgiven by the instructor. He even proactively helped a student who suffered from heatstroke, so the school decided to record a major derit for Chen Cang and have him apologize in front of all the freshn."
As soon as the words were spoken, Chen Cang, dressed in his military training uniform, appeared on the second-floor podium facing the audience.
Seeing that it was really Chen Cang, those who knew him, like Tang Ming and the others, almost scread; he really pulled it off.
Chen Cang appeared on stage, waving at the students below with a silly grin.
"Hurry up, don’t waste everyone’s ti."
An impatient voice ca from the broadcast.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fought with the instructor. Thanks to the instructor for forgiving my ignorance and impulsiveness, I wasn’t expelled."
Chen Cang lifted his hand with a delicate gesture, and with a notably sharp voice, began to apologize.
Upon hearing the voice and seeing Chen Cang’s actions, the crowd burst into laughter.
"Chen Cang, pay attention to your appearance."
The person over the broadcast couldn’t bear to watch any longer.
"In any case, as students, if you’re not feeling well, you should inform the instructor and not force it, or it could easily lead to injury. I speak up for the students, I think..."
"You can shut up now."
The broadcast quickly interrupted Chen Cang, realizing he had no intention of genuinely apologizing and fearing further trouble.
"Hey, hey, hey."
When Chen Cang’s microphone was cut off, the crowd could no longer hear what he was saying—they could only see a few staff mbers dragging him away.
"Aweso."
Tang Ming shook his head, filled with emotion, "I never expected Chen Cang would have such a badass mont—hitting an instructor and being so righteous—and yet, why didn’t the school expel him?"
This was puzzling to many; given that such an incident happened at Imperial University, the school was expected to handle it severely, but looking at Chen Cang’s deanor, it seed like nothing major had happened.
"Alright, thank you to all the instructors. Continue the training with your respective platoons."
The broadcast announced, and then each platoon broke up, with so leaving the field and others staying for direct training.
"Everyone, turn left, march in step, head to the shaded area behind the dical College for training."
Wu Xiong led Tang Ming and the others off the field.
There was no shade on the field, and the sun was scorching; if they really stayed to train, soone would surely suffer heatstroke, and the instructors didn’t want to make the students too uncomfortable.
In any case, after this incident, Chen Cang shot to fa, directly showing his face to all the freshn and stealing the spotlight.
Tang Ming never thought that among them, the most peculiar Chen Cang would beco the center of attention, and after hitting an instructor, remained unscathed—it was mind-boggling.
Tang Ming and the others were led by Wu Xiong to a shaded area behind the dical College, where they underwent training—the military posture, marching in place, marching in unison, and other activities.
The training resud—tedious and exhausting, yet there was no way to resist it.
For the average student, such training was a torturous ordeal, but Tang Ming didn’t mind, as the training he underwent back in the day was far more rigorous.
Half an hour later, as Tang Ming practiced marching with a flag, he suddenly halted, widening his eyes in disbelief as he stared ahead.
There, dressed in his regular outfit, was Chen Cang, carrying a pile of cold drinks, waving at him from a nearby shaded spot.
"What’s going on?"
Tang Ming’s mouth twitched, unable to understand why Chen Cang was here.
"Tang Ming, what are you doing?"
As soon as Tang Ming got distracted, Wu Xiong roared in anger, "You’re the standard-bearer of this platoon; every move must be perfect, and you’re the only one required to practice with the flag, no slacking."
"Yes."
Tang Ming nodded repeatedly and focused on his training, but watching Chen Cang leisurely enjoy cold drinks on the side made him feel utterly unbalanced.
During break ti, Chen Cang rushed over with cold drinks in tow.
"Look, that’s the guy who hit the instructor, Chen Cang. So cool!"
"He’s androgynous, what’s cool about that?"
"Why don’t you go hit the instructor then?"
...
A group of male and female students from the dical College animatedly discussed.
"Ming, co on, eat the popsicles before they lt."
Chen Cang grinned as he handed a bunch of things to Tang Ming.
"What’s up with you? Why don’t you have to participate in training?"
Tang Ming questioned, eating as he eyed Chen Cang suspiciously, "And why on earth did you hit the instructor? Are you asking for trouble?"
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