There was no morning bell, no spirited drill instructors giving speeches, and not even routine physical fitness tests. This group of elites arrived at the playground and waited from the first light of dawn until the sun was high in the sky, finally receiving their panting counselors at 8:30.
The good-natured counselor was extremely surprised, smiled and said, "You guys are really good, getting angry so early."
I got up very early...
The group that had gathered at six o'clock was about to vomit blood when the counselor's next words were another blow: "Come with me, don't just stand there like an idiot."
Just standing there dumbfounded...
Not to mention Xu Qian, even the usually carefree Sun Gaoda had a gloomy expression.
What does this mean? Are they just being left hanging? Is this really the North Sea base? Is this really the legendary training for a top-secret mission?
The counselor seemed oblivious to the resentment of the hundreds of people behind him, and slowly led them through numerous verification procedures into a building and into a huge lecture hall.
"Sit down, haha, everyone sit down, sit wherever you like." The counselor smiled and said, "By the way, have you had breakfast?"
The group collectively conveyed their murderous intent through their eyes.
The counselor wiped his sweat: "Hehe, you guys sit down for a bit, the instructors will be here soon...hehe."
Time ticked by, and the lecture hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's expression was grim.
How could a disciplined military unit have such lax instructors and counselors?
Just when everyone's patience was about to run out, the instructor, who had been cursed at by everyone for his family eight hundred times, pushed open the door and came in. His movements were clean and efficient, but he was not in a hurry.
Everyone held their breath, while Xu Qian's eyes widened.
It's him!
The one who fed eggs to the kids in the cafeteria that day!
How could it be him?!
A commotion broke out.
Xu Qian was already relatively calm. He had a short temper, and before the instructor even reached the podium, he suddenly stood up and shouted, "I don't admit it!"
The remote control on the podium, which had been placed on the edge, was startled by the sound and fell to the ground with a crisp thud.
The young instructor ignored them, bent down to pick up the remote control, casually tossed it on the podium, and then cast his indifferent gaze upon the five hundred "elites" in their seats.
The person who stood up felt a shiver run through his body, a chill rising from the soles of his feet, completely forgetting that just seconds before, anger had been burning his reason.
The hall gradually quieted down, and the young instructor on the podium finally spoke: "Those who don't admit it, get out."
After waiting for a while and seeing that no one had actually left, he put down the stack of papers in his hand: "If you have no objections, then sit down."
Damn, that's so arrogant! Most of the people sitting there gritted their teeth, but dared not actually offend anyone.
Wen Zheng calmly divided the stack of papers into several parts and had the first person in line pass them down. While everyone was still confused, he announced, "Exam. Hand in your papers before 12 o'clock. After that, have lunch. Meet at the playground at 1:30 pm."
There was complete silence below. He looked up and said, "Did you hear that?"
A threat, a blatant threat!
But everyone still picked up their pens and prepared to answer the questions...
Many exams are now conducted electronically, but I never expected that the Beihai base would still be using traditional paper exam papers.
Fortunately, there were stationery supplies in the drawer, which everyone reluctantly took out, intending to endure it.
The silence didn't last long before the rustling sounds started again. Xu Qian stared dumbfounded at the exam paper—Antimatter Mechanical Practice and Theory.
Even he, an academic with two degrees, only knows the basics of this. How can others possibly understand it like a foreign language?
Looking at the specific questions inside... does this instructor think this is a university classroom?
No wonder he acts so freely; he's not a warrior at all, he's just an academic!
Amid grumbling, everyone answered the questions one by one. They couldn't fill in the blanks, but they could always guess a few of the multiple-choice questions. Some quickly handed in their papers and left, their eyes filled with hostility as they looked at Wen Zheng. Others tried their best to procrastinate, tearing up slips of paper and rolling dice. Still others, like Xu Qian, who actually knew a little bit about the subject, pondered deeply.
At twelve o'clock, everyone handed in their papers. After the last person left, Wen Zheng spread the papers out on the table.
After a while, Captain Luo pushed the door open and came in.
"Wen Zheng?"
"Captain," Wen Zheng greeted him, putting down his pen.
Luo Yu seemed to be in a good mood: "Let's go eat first, Xiao Chen is waiting for you. How was your day? Did those kids bother you?"
Wen Zheng smiled and said, "It's alright, they won't be able to bother me this afternoon."
Special operations forces will rotate personnel over two months to become training instructors. This period as an instructor is considered a break; everyone's been working themselves to the bone lately, and the competition for a spot is fierce.
Theoretical classes, however, were avoided at all costs.
Although the special group had been immersed in a sea of questions in their early years and were quite proficient in disassembling and assembling weapons, they had long forgotten those theoretical knowledge and digested them into their daily lives. In short, Wen Zheng was gloriously kicked out of the competition for physical training instructors and was pushed onto the throne of "Instructor Wen" by everyone.
Luo Yu said he would send him the video recording from the lobby later. "Instructor Wen" packed up the test papers and obediently went to the cafeteria.
They have been undergoing recovery training for half a month, and life at the Beihai base is just like before.
He spent so much time here that he remembers everything clearly, from the tables and chairs in the canteen and the angle of the sunlight outside the window to where the rubber on the equipment in the training room is slightly peeling off.
The years I spent back in Wutong Garden felt like an illusion.
There has been no news of Bei Sining to this day.
Chen Xiaochen stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, looking around. When she saw Wen Zheng, she excitedly rushed over and exclaimed, "Brother Zhengzheng!"
“Call me Brother Zheng, how old are you?” Wen Zheng corrected him for the umpteenth time. He could tolerate it once in a while, but this kid was already so tall and still called him Brother Zheng. It was so childish that he couldn’t stand it.
Chen Xiaochen followed behind him, chattering away: "Zhengzheng... Brother! Are you eating upstairs again today? I heard that Aunt Wang downstairs is working today, and she makes super delicious fried pork..."
Wen Zheng took a step and led Chen Xiaochen through the main entrance into the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was packed with trainees for today's selection. Usually, Wen Zheng and the others would go to the second floor, which was a staff-only cafeteria, so these new recruits wouldn't see them.
Upon seeing Wen Zheng, the previously noisy cafeteria gradually quieted down, and many people stopped mid-sentence—most of them were cursing that pretty-boy instructor from today.
Wen Zheng curled the corners of his lips slightly, but quickly regained his indifferent expression. Leading Chen Xiaochen, amidst a multitude of gazes, he walked towards the innermost window.
Chen Xiaochen said with a grin, "Brother Zheng, are they afraid of you?"
“What do I have to be afraid of?” Wen Zheng said.
"That's not necessarily true. Being good-looking doesn't mean you're kind. You just need to make a fierce face, and..." Chen Xiaochen widened her eyes and pointed to a passing window: "Like this!"
Following the direction of his finger, Wen Zheng saw a man with a fierce expression inside a steamed bun window.
Bei Sining had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore a white apron, and stared intently at Wen Zheng with her mouth turned down into brackets.
"You!" he roared in a low voice, "You came all the way here and couldn't even see me!?"
Has my beauty faded?! Or has this person simply stopped caring about me?!
Hypocritical humans!
Author's Note: Instructor Wen: How should I show off today?
Black Chef: Move aside, let me do the decorating!
(Ahhh, I wish I had eight arms! I wish I could finish the base arc in one day! This volume's preview: The cat spirit's true identity revealed! Earth's crisis finally averted! (It's not the end yet!))
(P.S., I'd like to ask everyone for some nutrient solution! I've seen a lot of strange stories participating in the "Science and Technology Revitalizing the Nation" writing contest, and I figured that since my story's intelligent butler system is so eye-catching, it's definitely worth a try, so I signed up too! Although I'm just a nobody author with average results, participation is what matters, but if you don't have a story you particularly want to submit, feel free to give it to me! Muah!)
Chapter 82
"What are you doing here?" Wen Zheng almost didn't know what he was saying.
"..." Bei Sining was caught off guard by the question, thinking, "Didn't you lure me here?! And now you're asking me why I came!"
Actually, Wen Zheng meant to ask why you were in the kitchen wearing an apron, but his unclear expression resulted in Bei Sining immediately throwing away the wooden tongs she used to hold steamed buns and storming off in a huff.
Before Wen Zheng could even utter a sound of surprise, a smiling auntie hurried out from behind, holding a spatula and saying, "Oh, coming, coming! Young man, do you want some steamed buns? How many? That was a new young man, he's not very sensible, but look how pretty he is, don't hold it against him!"
Wen Zheng: "..."
Chen Xiaochen saw his steady older brother Zhengzheng shove a stack of papers into his arms and rush towards the kitchen at the speed of a physical fitness test, as fast as a gust of wind.
The trainees who had been observing that direction: "…………"
The person next to Xu Qian exclaimed, "Holy crap? It's Instructor Wen? He can actually run that fast?"
Xu Qian dropped the stir-fried pork from his chopsticks: "Huh? Ah..."
Wen Zheng was as familiar with the base as he was with his own home, and soon he caught Bei Sining in the back kitchen, who didn't know where to go and was facing the powder bags in the cupboard.
After catching his breath, Wen Zheng composed himself and asked, "When did you arrive? How did you get here? Have you eaten?"
Bei Sining didn't move.
What does this mean? Do I need to say something nice to get you to turn around for me?
Wen Zheng almost burst out laughing; his mood had been rising without him even realizing it. He sighed and said, "Don't look at it like that, it's all dusty..."
Before she could finish speaking, Bei Sining sneezed loudly.
The flour sack was in a precarious position. Bei Sining propped up the cabinet, but it unexpectedly fell down.
A cloud of white powder was sprayed over their heads, and the two men simultaneously bent over, covering their heads. The head chef rushed to the door, shocked: "What happened?! You'd better run away with your heads covered!"
Ten minutes later, the two of them, covered in flour that they couldn't shake off, sat down in the kitchen's break room.
There are only two tables here. Usually, the kitchen staff come here to eat before mealtime, but they've all gone out to work right now.
"Don't look at me like that." Bei Sining roughly pulled off her apron, pulled up a chair and sat down, saying in a low voice, "This place is really hard to get into; it took some time to find someone."
"Who are you looking for?" Wen Zheng was stunned. He thought Bei Sining had used some kind of bewitching magic to replace a cafeteria lady, but it turned out that wasn't the case.
Bei Sining said casually, "Your boss."
The chair scraped against the floor, making a screeching sound. Wen Zheng's face drained of color: "Say it again, who did you contact?"
"..." Bei Sining slowly frowned: "What are you doing? Sit down."
He waited until Wen Zheng calmed down a bit before crossing his legs and saying, "The Beihai military base, right? The special operations unit?"
Bei Sining leaned back casually, her gaze falling on the crumpled apron on the table: "He hasn't told me how this special operation is special. But I used a little trick, and he agreed to my request."
He raised his head with a half-smile: "You humans are too weak. Having witnessed my power, they all showed expressions of surprise and greed... Guess what they did?"