"Let me introduce myself, I'm Zhao Hongfei, the battalion commander of the 8th Battalion," the battalion commander introduced himself to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan: "Yes sir! I'm Li Fei!"
"Don't be so nervous, let's chat. You've just enlisted but already earned at least a first-class merit. What do you think?" Zhao Hongfei asked with a smile.
In an emergency, he had subdued three armed robbers to protect the public safety with zero casualties. On top of that, the whole process was live-streamed, so he couldn't escape the first-class merit.
He hadn't even entered the recruit camp yet but had already earned a first-class merit. This must be a first case in military camps all over the world!
Zhao Yan looked at him in surprise: "Are you sure Commander? Just taking out three petty thieves warrants a first-class merit? Isn't that a bit sloppy?"
Zhao Hongfei: "......"
No, you weren't sloppy, I was tactless.
It was my loose tongue. I shouldn't have made myself unhappy.
The other recruits in the truck looked at Zhao Yan resentfully. What place are you putting us in?
Damn show off!
His arrogance permeates thousands of miles, stinking us all.
"Haha, I just discovered that the seemingly ordinary Li Fei is apparently more arrogant than Zhang Teng."
"I don't know if he can become the soldier king, but the title of arrognat king definitely belongs to him alone."
"But he has the capital to show off! Subduing three armed criminals barehanded, isn't that awesome?"
"Absolutely awesome! More awesome than a stallion!" Just enlisted and already earned merits. I would call him the strongest recruit in history!"
Most of the audience in the livestream were directly won over by the awesome and arrogant Zhao Yan.
As for the few people who always like to nitpick and pour cold water, let's not mention them. After all, no matter how big Xia Country is and how many people there are, if there were no assholes, did you think you were living in heaven?
"Ahem, enough about that, let's talk about something else. How about joining our 8th Battalion after finishing recruit camp? Our 8th Battalion is the tip of the spear battalion of the whole division!" Feeling irritated, Zhao Hongfei decisively abandoned that unpleasant topic.
All the recruits looked at Zhao Yan enviously. After all, they didn't come to be a soldier to live an easy life. Who doesn't want to join the most elite battalion?
Zhao Yan blinked: "The tip of the spear battalion means training hard all year round?"
"Almost." Zhao Hongfei nodded.
Zhao Yan pondered. If he joins the 8th Battalion, then after the exchange ends, won't that weakling Li Fei be tormented to death every day?
Thinking of this, he readily agreed: "Commander, wherever is the toughest and most tiring, I'll go there."
After all, he only needs to endure the hardship for 3 months. And this amount of training is nothing to him.
As for later, that would be Li Fei's business.
He had long ago ran off with the points.
What else does it have to do with him?
"Good lad! As a soldier, you need this kind of fearless of hardship and tiredness spirit!" Zhao Hongfei praised.
The audience in the livestream also praised Zhao Yan one after another, saying Li Fei was a good comrade. It's precisely because there were soldiers like him that the motherland could be safe and sound.
At this moment, in a five-star hotel in Changning City, the real Li Fei has already shed silent tears.
He's not afraid of hardship or tiredness! But I am!
The tip of the spear battalion, is that a place he can stay in?
Now all the arrogance has been shown off by Zhao Yan alone.
And all the hardship would be eaten by him, Li Fei, alone.
Moreover, he also thought of a problem. Exchanging with Zhao Yan means he didn't attend recruit training.
Then after the exchange ends, how could he suddenly change from a soldier king into a weakling and still stay in the army?
Suddenly, he had a brainwave and took Zhao Yan's phone to find a number saved as Uncle Chen Han.
Zhao Yan didn't hide the memories about Chen Han.
Because Chen Han was also a club member.
Li Fei called Chen Han.
"No points left, really, drained completely dry," was the first thing Chen Han said when he picked up, leaving Li Fei confused.
Chen Han was panicking right now. He had just finished an exchange and earned dozens of points when Zhao Yan's call came immediately, leaving him no time to panic!
Li Fei was silent for a moment before carefully saying: "Um... I exchanged with Brother Zhao."
"Damn! Brother, is there a god watching over you? How dare you exchange with Zhao Yan? Is your life even tougher than mine?" Chen Han's voice was full of sympathy.
Knowing Zhao Yan is life's tragedy.
Exchanging with Zhao Yan is life's utmost tragedy!
Li Fei defended Zhao Yan: "Brother Zhao is pretty good. He's very enthusiastic and a warm-hearted good person."
"Humph! Good person? You're insulting the written word! That bastard must have selectively blocked the memories of scamming me." Chen Han gnashed his teeth.
Then Chen Han took a deep breath: "As fellow members, I can only wish you lifelong safety. Amen."
Then he was about to hang up.
"Wait." Li Fei noticed this and hurriedly said: "I have a question now that I'm hoping Brother Chen can help me resolve."
"Go ahead. Seeing as we've both entered the same man's body before, we're comrades. I'll help you out." Hearing Li Fei's voice, Chen Han's own memories of being scammed by Zhao Yan were vivid. He felt some sympathy for this kindred spirit.
Li Fei told him about his dilemma.
Chen Han breezily said: "Actually this is very simple. After the exchange ends you can go to the points mall to buy strengthening potions to enhance your body."
"But Brother Zhao didn't leave any problems for me to resolve during the exchange?" Li Fei stammered.
Chen Han silently cursed. This Zhao Yan guy was still an utter bastard as usual, actually freeloading off a newcomer.
"No problem. You can borrow. As a fellow townsman I can lend you some, you just need to pay a little interest." Chen Han immediately became enthusiastic, almost burning Li Fei through the phone.
He had thought of this business ever since Zhao Yan told him members could borrow points from each other.
After all, he had always been a businessman. Other than stumbling on Zhao Yan he still hadn't suffered any losses!
Li Fei was doubtful: "Borrow points?"
"Let me introduce you to the charitable loan I founded, Chen Han Charity Loans..." Chen Han started scamming.
What business could be more profitable than scamming inexperienced youngsters into high-interest loans?
No, this wasn't business, it was charity.
He just wanted to help those new members buy what they couldn't usually afford, what's wrong with that?
Helping people fulfill their wishes, he was a good person!
It was fine if new members couldn't pay back points, they could pay slowly.
It was also fine if they slowly couldn't pay back at all.
They could still sell themselves to him.
After all it wasn't like he was some devil.
...
Just as Li Fei stepped onto the road of no return down high-interest loans, Zhao Yan arrived at a camp at the foot of the mountain.
This was Recruit Camp No.2 where Zhao Yan would attend 3 months of training. It wasn't far from the 3rd Regiment headquarters.
Then everyone got off the truck and started splitting off.
The troops that arrived today were all Recruit Company No.4.
Several platoon leaders rushed like hungry wolves, all eyeing those who were tall and sturdy with thick arms and waists.
As expected, the ordinary-looking Zhao Yan was cold-shouldered. In the end the late platoon leader could only sigh: "Fine, skinny will do skinny. You come to our platoon, Squad Leader Liu, what are you staring blankly for, come lead your soldier away."
A smile appeared at the corner of Liu Xiaojun's mouth because he and Zhao Yan were assigned to 5th Platoon 7th Squad.
Wang Dali and Zhang Teng were assigned to 4th Platoon 6th Squad.
Both Li Yu and the deputy instructor of 4th Company were trying hard not to laugh, looking at the platoon and squad leaders of 4th and 6th Platoon who thought they snatched good recruits and were complacent.
"Heh, 5th Platoon Leader, why are you sighing? You should be the one sighing. You snatched yourself a good soldier! Let me tell you, pay close attention to this soldier!" Li Yu said pointing at Zhao Yan with one hand behind his back.
When these words fell, everyone was startled.
They looked at Zhao Yan curiously, trying to figure out what was so great about him, but really could not see any outstanding qualities.
And that was understandable.
After all, Zhao Yan still had his pants on.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
