CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 64: FAME FROM UNDRESSING

The truck door opened, and a sour, stinky smell hit them in the face, with only a pile of black, paint-like items that seemed like clothes visible. "Take off your uniforms and pick a set each, change immediately," Lu Xun jumped down from the truck. Previously, Ren Minghang had specifically gone to look for him but hadn’t found him, unexpectedly he had gone out to transport uniforms.

They were air-tight, old-fashioned military uniforms in dark black color. When the students saw them, they were all dumbfounded; compared to Nomex uniforms, these were worlds apart.

Some of the female students had already started pouting. Those uniforms, which looked like rejects from the 1950s and 60s, also had a strange smell. Wearing these for a month would probably suffocate someone to death.

"You have three minutes. Those who don’t manage to change in time will do a thousand squat jumps," Lu Xun’s words barely finished when the students hurriedly climbed onto the truck, grabbing the clothes.

The female students still maintained some modesty, looking for bushes to hide and shield each other, and quickly dispersed.

The male students, however, started changing right there on the spot.

Xia You picked a set of clothes that fit and looked around. There was only one female student left on the field, herself. The nearest bushes were already crowded and she could hear the cursing of female students fighting over territory. The bushes farther away were about three thousand meters, and considering the time for changing and running there and back, three minutes were likely not enough. She hesitated no longer and started unbuttoning her clothes.

Lu Xun also noticed Xia You, the girl who ran yesterday, it seemed she was being isolated. A loner student would certainly not make a good soldier. Lu Xun quickly judged. Military units required strong cohesion, soldiers must unite with each other.

"Hey, she..." Ren Minghang softly exclaimed, and the other boys noticed as well.

Under the sunlight, the soft hue of a woman’s body was particularly striking among the rugged men.

A blonde female student in the bushes glared at her and spat, "Shameless."

The sun was really hot, Ren Minghang’s ears turned red. He wanted to turn his head away, but his neck seemed uncontrollable, reluctant to turn away.

Very plain white cotton underwear, tight limbs, a waist without any excess fat, as the view moved up, her chest was smoothly gleaming. Below the collarbone by two fingers, there was a delicately inked black and red butterfly tattoo.

Before anyone could see clearly, she had already pulled on the black military uniform. The sound of low coughing sped up the changing movements of others who were much slower.

From start to finish, as the person involved in the changing incident, Xia You remained expressionless. After changing clothes, she walked back to the female students’ lineup. Xia You was not particularly tall among the group of female students, fitting right in the middle.

After changing into the military uniforms, the students immediately felt the temperature around them rise by seven or eight degrees. The black uniforms not only absorbed light but also had extremely poor ventilation, trapping sweat inside the clothes, making the whole body feel like it was soaking in a mud pond. Even the moldy and stinky smell alone was enough to make one dizzy. Despite the itchiness, no one dared to voice a complaint.

Lu Xun walked to the center of the matrix: "Welcome everyone to Devil’s Concentration Camp." After finishing his speech, he patiently looked at each person. Even those swept by the tail of his gaze felt a drop in temperature on their skin, "I am your instructor, Lu Xun."

The group of students couldn’t contain their excitement. Excluding Xia You, all the students started discussing, including the roommates from Xia You’s dormitory.

"Is that really Lu Xun?" Excitement and fear intertwined in every student’s heart.

Lu Xun, a paragon among the younger generation of soldiers in Hua Country, was admitted to Longzhi Academy on a full scholarship at the age of eighteen. Three years later, he graduated early and entered the Rand Military District Armament Department as a Junior Sergeant. In only seven years, he rose from a lowly non-commissioned officer to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. He is the most famous marksman in the military, without any connections, and represents the hawkish soldiers of Hua Country who rose from humble beginnings.

For Xia You, all of this was completely unknown. In her eyes, the man who had nearly caused her legs to cramp yesterday was a very disagreeable person. Moreover, this man didn’t seem to like her, as evidenced by his scrutinizing gaze while the other students discussed among themselves.

This expression was even more uncomfortable than the various meaningful glances surrounding her when she was changing clothes earlier. Xia You unconsciously clenched her sleeves, although she didn’t know why Lu Xun disliked her, she knew one thing: she disliked him too. It was a strange and familiar feeling that she found quite loathsome.

Ren Minghang was about to announce today’s training content when he sensed something amiss beside him. Following Lu Xun’s rigid expression, he looked up to meet a pair of eyes. It was the same person from yesterday, but the eyes had changed—yesterday’s sparkling eyes were still watery, yet they resembled an ocean before the storm.

As the day progressed, the students participating in Longzhi Academy’s military training could hardly utter a complaint. Marching, shouting slogans, moving in formation, standing at attention—repeated countless times.

Their black military training uniforms, drenched with sweat, weighed twice as much as before. Under the direct sunlight, they felt like buns steaming in a steamer. When they took off their clothes, regardless of gender, a layer of greasy salt had formed on their skin. Scraping it with a fingernail would cause it to flake off like dandruff.

During dinner, Li Xi and her friends could barely hold their chopsticks. The rice in their mouths took a long time to swallow. Xia You didn’t sit with them; she didn’t eat and returned to her dormitory to change and shower, perhaps worried about running into the blond female student again.

During today’s training, each person had reported their name. The blond female student named Zhang Fangxiao even specifically mentioned her father was a Major.

"They’ve said it, that Xia You isn’t good news," complained a roommate sitting next to Li Xi. Because of Xia You changing clothes in public, their entire dorm had been subjected to gossip. Li Xi didn’t say anything, just bit down on the rice in her mouth until her jaw hurt before stopping.

When Li Xi returned to the dormitory, she saw a box of barely eaten instant noodles on Xia You’s computer desk. On the balcony, the old uniform that seemed deadly was hung on the railing, and the warm mountain breeze that blew over made the plain black uniform look like a resting bat.

Having changed into home clothes, Xia You lay in bed wearing earphones, clutching her somewhat old-fashioned phone. Her eyes tightly shut, she was already asleep. She had no reaction when several people entered. "Rather than spending 8 hours in reality, it’s better to spend 80 hours in the game," reflected No. 0, who after logging into "Military Road," felt the fatigue of a day’s training completely vanish after the equivalent of 45 minutes in reality.

She checked her status, "Little Eight, it’s time to head to the main battlefield," No. 0, after a sufficient rest, planned to enter the main battlefield next. She was looking forward to the upcoming challenges in the main battlefield following the novice training ground.