Military Training

Military training—the nightmare of every high school and college student in Huaxia.

Even in the world of fiction, Liu Muye couldn’t escape his fate of roasting under the sun for fourteen days.

Counting the training he endured as a freshman at Sunan University, he was already a "second-round" veteran.

This time, Shangguan Yurou would face a series of classic female protagonist problems: spraining her ankle, losing her uniform, falling behind in physical training, and getting scolded by the drill instructor.

And every time she encountered trouble, the domineering CEO Nangong Ye would "reluctantly" step in to help, racking up favorability points during the training.

But now that everything had reset, would the plot still unfold the way Liu Muye had scripted it?

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Nangong Ye, Shangguan Yurou, and Han Juyou were all in Finance Class 1, but Liu Muye wasn’t—he had been assigned to Finance Class 3. Fortunately, he used his status as the young master of Siliya Academy to transfer into Finance Class 1 the day before training began.

On the first day of training, Liu Muye ran into Nangong Ye before assembly.

"Liu Muye, sole heir of the Liu Financial Group in Shangjing City. The Liu Group is the largest shareholder of Siliya Academy, controlling eighty percent of the city’s educational resources. Their assets include estates, hotels, factories..."

Nangong Ye laid out Liu Muye’s entire background the moment they met.

Pursing his lips, he flashed the signature confident smirk of a domineering CEO and said, "Honestly, your background is impressive. But compared to the Nangong Family, it’s still lacking. Listen, man, don’t get any funny ideas about me, or I’ll wipe out the Liu Family in an instant."

As soon as Nangong Ye finished his cliché CEO speech, the peanut gallery erupted with praise:

"Wow, Young Master Nangong is so cool!"

"That’s so domineering! Only the Nangong Family in Shangjing City could say something like that, right?"

"..."

Liu Muye stared at him, exasperated. "Dude, I just said hi to you during freshman orientation. Did you really have to dig up my entire family history?"

Nangong Ye raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Hah. Are you questioning me?"

"..."

Liu Muye had no intention of wasting another word on this cringey, chuunibyou idiot. It was clear the guy wasn’t capable of normal conversation.

Toot—

Luckily, the whistle for assembly blew just in time to "save" Liu Muye.

Because Liu Muye had transferred into Finance Class 1, the originally even-numbered squad formation became odd, leaving Nangong Ye as the extra man at the back.

In response, Nangong Ye merely scoffed and declared, "As expected. Someone like me is destined to walk alone."

His words triggered a wave of squeals and cheers from his fangirls.

Liu Muye just rolled his eyes and ignored the lunatic.

Shangguan Yurou, standing in the formation, glanced back at Nangong Ye at the rear and unconsciously furrowed her brows.

For some reason, even though she’d never interacted with him, she felt a strange stirring in her heart.

Han Juyou, standing beside her, noticed her expression and asked, "Classmate, are you feeling unwell?"

"N-no, I’m fine," Shangguan Yurou replied with a wave.

The morning passed without incident, but disaster struck in the afternoon.

Nangong Ye, walking at the back of the formation, stepped into a cracked pavement tile and twisted his ankle.

Liu Muye’s mind blanked.

Wait, I wrote that Shangguan Yurou was the one who twisted her ankle on a broken tile! What the hell… This isn’t right!

Hold on… Did switching to Class 1 change the squad formation and mess up the plot?

Damn it, I should’ve waited until after training to transfer!

The drill instructor immediately spotted Liu Muye, who was roughly the same height as Nangong Ye, and pointed at him. "You—the tall guy at the far right of the last row. Escort him to the infirmary."

"Huh?"

Lost in thought, Liu Muye only snapped back to reality when someone nudged him. He blinked at the instructor in confusion.

The instructor nodded. "Yes, you. Take him to the infirmary."

Under his breath, he muttered, "Weird. A guy almost 1.9 meters tall, but so fragile he twists his ankle on a cracked tile?"

Liu Muye scrambled for an excuse. "Instructor, I—I have muscle weakness since childhood! I can’t support him!"

The instructor gaped. "You? Muscle weakness? A guy your height? Who do you think you’re fooling?"

The other students, who had been fussing over Nangong Ye, now turned their attention to Liu Muye.

Han Juyou, standing at the front, caught a clear look at Liu Muye’s face. A flicker of suspicion crossed her eyes. Him? That weird guy!

Liu Muye doubled down. "Instructor, don’t judge by my height! It’s all hollow—I really do have muscle weakness. You’ve got to believe me!"

"..."

The instructor was speechless at such a pathetic excuse. Done arguing, he pointed at another tall guy beside Liu Muye. "Then you—take the injured one to the infirmary."

"No!" Liu Muye cut in again.

The instructor frowned. "What now? Is this guy also muscle weak? Are all the boys in your class like this?"

"No, no." Liu Muye waved his hands and stepped forward. "Actually, I think a female classmate should take him. You know… ‘men and women working together gets the job done.’"

Even he had no idea what nonsense he was spouting, but he couldn’t let the plot derail further. He had to force it back on track.

The instructor stared at him like he was an idiot. "What?"

Seeing his confusion, Liu Muye leaned in and whispered, "I’m Liu Muye—the son of Siliya Academy’s chairman."

He discreetly slipped a wad of cash into the instructor’s pocket.

The instructor stiffened.

He’d heard the chairman’s son was in his squad but didn’t know who. Now Liu Muye had outed himself.

Glancing at the luxury watch on Liu Muye’s wrist, the instructor decided it was better to play it safe.

Putting on a sycophantic smile, he nodded. "You… make a very good point."

"Since you agree," Liu Muye said, pointing at Shangguan Yurou, whose fair complexion made her impossible to miss, "let this female classmate escort the injured guy to the infirmary!"

The instructor felt the thickness of the cash in his pocket and swallowed hard. "Y-yes! An excellent suggestion."

"Huh?" Shangguan Yurou stared at Liu Muye in bewilderment, her eyes filled with confusion.

She couldn’t understand why Liu Muye had said those strange things, nor why the instructor had agreed to his absurd proposal. Most baffling of all—why on earth had she been the one he picked?

Standing beside Shangguan Yurou, Han Juyou had sharp eyes and clearly saw the entire exchange where Liu Muye slipped money to the instructor. Though she had no idea what this oddball was scheming, she was certain that making a delicate girl support a grown man to the infirmary couldn’t mean anything good.

A clever girl like her would never let a scoundrel like Liu Muye succeed!

So, she raised her voice and declared, "There are so many boys here—why should a girl be stuck with this kind of physical labor?"

Seeing Han Juyou suddenly jump in, Liu Muye’s eyes widened in shock as he inwardly groaned, "Oh dear heavens, why are you causing trouble now? You’re not even supposed to be in your ‘dark phase’ yet!"

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