pjbooks Chapter 300
Chapter 300
Rong Yu and her roommates walked back to their dormitory under the night sky of Huaqing University.Just as they opened the dorm door, Yu Kexin suddenly let out a scream.
"Rong Yu, look at this!" she said with intense excitement. "The school forum is voting for the new campus beauty, and you made the list! You're currently in ninth place!"
Rong Yu frowned. "Huaqing University actually does this kind of thing?"
Xue Yun also looked puzzled. "What's the point of electing a campus beauty?"
"You two are such dinosaurs. What university doesn't elect a campus beauty nowadays?" Yu Kexin casually cast a vote for Rong Yu. "This is the face of the school. In the future, the campus beauty will play a major role in Huaqing's promotional events, student recruitment, and various performances and galas."
Xue Yun looked up. "Isn't this just objectifying women as ornamental items? This kind of activity should have been banned a long time ago."
Rong Yu deeply agreed.
Yu Kexin suddenly felt that the whole thing was rather meaningless.
The night was as calm as water, the dormitory was quiet, and Rong Yu slept soundly.
Early the next morning, they were awakened by the campus broadcast. A new day had begun.
When Rong Yu opened her eyes, the sky outside the window was still a pale grayish-blue. She got up and found that Xue Yun was already awake, sitting at her desk reading a book. Judging by her focus, she must have finished washing up before five o'clock.
Meanwhile, Yu Kexin was still fast asleep under her covers.
Rong Yu tugged at her blanket. "Fifteen minutes until assembly."
Yu Kexin climbed out of bed, whining.
The three of them finished washing up, changed into their military training uniforms, and quickly ran to the sports field.
It was September. The sun had barely risen, but the heat wave was already hitting them. Standing among her classmates, Rong Yu could clearly feel the sweat rolling down her spine, pooling at the belt buckle on her waist and instantly soaking a patch of her clothes.
Sheng Ciyuan ran over and whispered to her, "Rong Yu, can your body handle this? If you can't, my family can get a doctor to write you a sick note..."
Rong Yu shook her head. "It's just military training, it's nothing."
She was someone who had come from that era where almost everyone joined the army. This level of military training intensity was truly nothing to her; it even allowed her to reminisce about the arduous years of the past.
"Attention all! Prepare for military posture!"
The instructor's voice suddenly exploded. Everyone jolted in fright and hastily stood up straight.
The instructor wasn't old, looking to be in his early twenties. He had dark skin and an imposing aura. He said coldly, "I am your instructor for this military training. My surname is Yan."
He paced to the front of the formation, his shoes making dull thuds on the field. "Yan, as in strict."
"Head up! Chest out!" Instructor Yan pressed down on Song Huai's shoulder. "With this soft and weak posture of yours, you'd be the first to be taken prisoner when the enemy comes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the formation laughed out loud.
The instructor's voice was icy. "What are you laughing at? The rest of you are the same. Stand properly! Let me see who dares to move even an inch."
The entire square formation instantly fell dead silent. Even the cicadas seemed to be frightened off by his reprimand. Only the sounds of rising and falling breaths, and the grinding of teeth, remained.
Instructor Yan paced to the center of the formation, his gaze coldly sweeping over everyone.
As time ticked by, the sun rose higher and grew hotter. Everyone was covered in sweat, and their postures began to waver.
"You, step forward!"
Instructor Yan suddenly stood in front of Rong Yu and spoke loudly.
Rong Yu took a step forward and stood in front of the formation.
Instructor Yan: "Name?"
Rong Yu: "Reporting to the instructor, my name is Rong Yu."
Instructor Yan looked at her with appreciation.
From the very beginning, he had noticed that although this girl had a slender figure, her standing posture was as straight as a javelin. Her shoulder line, hip line, and heels formed a perfect straight line, flawlessly meeting military standards.
What was even more rare was that after standing under the blazing sun for thirty minutes, her eyes were still clear and spirited.
Instructor Yan spoke, "Everyone, look to Rong Yu and follow her standard. Those who can't do it, prepare for push-ups!"
Song Huai's face looked a bit ugly.
He had been criticized by the instructor for being soft, while Rong Yu was held up as the gold standard.
In terms of academics, he had lost to Rong Yu.
In terms of physical fitness, he was still inferior to her...
Just then, a sudden, dull thud came from nearby.
They saw Yu Kexin pitch forward stiffly. Her eyes were tightly shut, and a few loose strands of hair were plastered to her pale cheeks by sweat.
"Someone fainted!"
The formation instantly broke into a commotion.
"Silence!" Instructor Yan said coldly. "Everyone, maintain your military posture!"
He dashed over to Yu Kexin in a single stride, dropping to one knee. He pressed three fingers against her carotid artery and deftly peeled back her eyelids with his other hand.
"Heatstroke." Instructor Yan turned his head. "Class Monitor, step forward. Rong Yu, step forward. You two, take her to the infirmary for treatment."
Rong Yu helped Yu Kexin up, and Duan Fei hoisted her onto his back. The two of them quickly headed toward the infirmary.
The corridor of the infirmary was crowded with people. Some were freshmen in their military training uniforms, huddled together scrolling through their phones, smiling cheerfully without looking sick in the slightest.
Duan Fei let out a cold laugh. He tossed Yu Kexin onto a hospital bed.
The jolt made Yu Kexin let out a muffled groan.
"Putting on a pretty good act." Duan Fei looked around. "A whole room full of drama queens."
Rong Yu looked up coldly. "What do you mean?"
"Isn't she just faking sick?" Duan Fei wore an impatient expression. "If you ask me, some people should just get a sick note and skip the entire military training, saving us from being dragged down during the final performance."
Yu Kexin had just opened her eyes when she heard these words. Tears immediately welled up, and she choked out, "I'm not, I really don't feel well..."
Rong Yu asked the doctor to come over and check.
After the examination, the doctor said, "Her temperature is thirty-eight degrees Celsius. Mild heatstroke. She needs to rest for at least two hours. I'll write you a sick note."
Rong Yu's voice was frigid. "Class Monitor, you call this faking sick?"
Duan Fei was speechless.
He had seen girls from other classes faking illnesses, so he instinctively assumed that Yu Kexin was faking it too.
"Severe heatstroke can develop into heat exhaustion and cause organ failure. Does the Class Monitor not even have this basic common sense?" Rong Yu enunciated every word clearly. "Apologize."
Duan Fei remained silent for a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry."
He put on his military cap, turned around, and walked out.
"Rong, what courage."
A voice spoke in broken Chinese.
Rong Yu turned around and saw a familiar face. It was actually the Japanese student, Sato. A few months ago, at the International Physics Competition in Hong Kong, she and Sato had had a rather unpleasant falling out.
"I didn't expect that I would be able to become your schoolmate." Sato wore a warm smile and spoke fluently in Japanese, "I am an international student at Huaqing, so I don't need to participate in military training. I will cheer for you in spirit, Rong. After the military training is over, I'll treat you to Japanese food. I hope we can become good friends."
Rong Yu shrugged. "I have plenty of friends. I'm not missing one like you."
She had no desire to be friends with someone from Japan; just seeing him was annoying enough.