Xing Miao became everyoneâs commander, multitasking tirelessly.
Responsible for overseeing everything, directing Wu Qingqingâs movements, 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 Xiaocaiâs 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 Men.
Meanwhile, 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 messages hidden within the terms and phrases.
Achieving miraculous speed in action.
Xing Miao was fully focused, giving out one command after another. When someone died, they would start over, and she had to redeploy and adjust tactics in a short time.
The training lasted several hours. Occasionally, her teammates couldnât keep up with her commands, or when she made a poor decision, the sight of her teammatesâ deaths would appear before her eyes.
Every failure was a mental blow to Xing Miao.
It almost crushed Xing Miaoâs 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 Xiaocaiâs demands in command were at the level of harshness.
Feng Wansha, looking exhausted, grabbed Xing Miaoâs 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 bodyâs 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 dayâs lessons.
Su Xiaocaiâs 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 Men, yet they still gritted their teeth and defended under immense mental pressure.
They finished their training.
The military cadets also completed their lessons, and during this time, 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 lifetime 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 same place.
Their steps faltered, eyes vacant â one might think theyâd 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 hadnât eaten for free and had paid double for their meals and accommodations.
Wu Qingqing and others also paid for their meals.
Su Xiaocai didnât withhold any of the meal 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 bossâs training, and he hadnât paid for the coaching fee yet, which already weighed heavily on his conscience, so he couldnât skimp on the food.
A long table was filled with good food, and while it wasnât all delicacies from land and sea, both the meat and vegetables were as fresh as could be.
Sufficient soup and rice were provided.
Wu Qingqing and the others didnât 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 seemed 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 anyoneâs eyes.
Itâs not polite to look, and although he couldnât understand them, it didnât mean others couldnât. 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 Liâs 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.
"Isnât it tasty?"
Wu Qingqing looked up from her bowl, thinking the question was directed at her, puzzled, "Itâs 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 didnât dare to reach for the military cadetsâ neighboring dishes.
Regarding that sumptuous leftover food, he nudged the young cadet sitting next to him, asking the same question as Chef Li: "You all arenât eating anymore?"