Smug swagger
What is the best angle for a person to look up at the sky? The correct answer is 30 degrees.
This angle allows for a good view of the clouds and stars in the sky, while also minimizing strain on the cervical spine.
But Wuling now felt uncomfortable at this angle because he had been standing there for almost half an hour.
The afternoon military training schedule was different from usual. Normally, classes start at 2 p. m., but during military training, we had to start at 1:30 p. m. and finish at 4 p. m., for a total of two and a half hours of training.
As soon as the assembly was completed, he was singled out and pulled aside by Instructor Jiyan.
Wuling thought something big had happened, but it turned out that he was simply noticed because he ran the fastest at noon.
It's not entirely a minor issue; it's neither a huge nor a small matter, neither particularly bad nor good, but Wuling believes the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
Instructor Jiyan said that seeing himself running so fast at noon and not looking tired at all, he decided to test his limits.
So Wuling was pulled out for individual training. It was basically running, frog jumps, push-ups, whatever was available, he did it all, and he barely had a break.
As a result, Wuling did feel quite tired after this whole process, but that was the end of it. It was more of a mental torment than a physical one.
Seeing everyone else resting while you're stuck running around is really tough.
During the break, almost everyone on the playground was watching him—oh, no, there was also a bunch of upperclassmen gathered outside the playground.
Wuling even saw more than one senior student holding a parasol and pulling out a deck chair, lying on the stands watching them with a happy expression.
Ugh, so frustrating! I've decided, I'm going to do the same thing next year. Future students, don't blame me, it's all part of the family tradition.
Wuling even felt that these senior students had decided to come and visit their juniors in this way because they had been looked at in this way by senior students a year ahead of them.
If those senior students heard this idea, they would probably praise him for guessing so accurately.
"Oh my, isn't this the Rover? He's gotten so tired after just a few days!"
Calcharo and Lingyang walked over with their hands in their pockets, looking nonchalant. Their legs were shaking so much that you'd think they had Parkinson's's disease.
Compared to the beginning, far fewer people are looking at him now, but Wuling is certain that these two guys have barely taken their eyes off him, and as soon as they take a break, they immediately rush over to mock him.
"Hey buddy, we're having an awesome break, guess who wasn't invited?"
Lingyang stepped forward and performed a dance that was of unclear meaning.
"You."
Calcharo finished the sentence with the second half and then performed a dance that was difficult to decipher.
"You know what? We had a really great rest!"
The two of them danced a dance that had no clear meaning.
"Unlike you, who can only stand here, haha, you idiot, you smell like my grandma's burnt apple pie."
It was yet another dance with an unclear meaning.
"Take it easy, Calcharo, you've scared him."
It was still a dance with unclear meaning.
"Haha, if you're scared, go home, you idiot."
"Double" is a dance with an unclear meaning.
"Let me tell you, this place doesn't accept idiots."
It's yet another dance with an unclear meaning.
"So? Don't you really want to come along? I know you really want to come,"
It was yet another dance with an unclear meaning.
"Stop talking, Calcharo, let's not talk to this freak."
Yet another dance with unclear meaning.
Wuling:...
Are these two idiots?
To be honest, Wuling was indeed a little envious, but of course, he wasn't referring to the intelligence of those two idiots.
But it's only a little bit. Are they just bragging? Do these two really think they won't get anything out of it?
At the beginning, Instructor Jiyan told me that if I could hold out until the end, I wouldn't need to participate in the next few days of military training; instead, I would be in charge of supervising.
That's right, it's just about keeping an eye on them. They'll say a few words occasionally, take a stroll, and have some tea. Anyway, they won't be involved in anything important, so they're just enjoying themselves and taking the opportunity to "train" these two draft beer dogs.
As for whether he lied to himself, what kind of joke is it that a general of a nation would lie to a freshman?
Wuling glanced at the watch on Calcharo's wrist; the time had jumped to exactly 1:59 PM, leaving only one minute until his ascension to godhood—no, it should be less than a minute.
Looking at the two idiots still jumping around in front of him Wuling couldn't help but find it amusing.
No, no, I can't laugh yet, I have to hold it in.
In the next 40 seconds, you're all doomed.
Wait 35 seconds... then declare victory in 35 seconds.
"Puff."
A strange sound reached the ears of the two who were still dancing passionately, causing them to pause in surprise.
Where is that sound coming from?
"Hmph hmph hmph."
This time, the two finally heard it clearly: the source of the sound was right in front of them, from the very person they had just mocked. Uncontrollable soft humming was coming from his mouth.
Ten seconds, the last ten seconds.
Now, after these ten seconds—no, five seconds—four, three, two, one.
As the clock hands stopped at three, the laughter, which he could no longer suppress, finally escaped his lips.
"Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm, haha! Ahahaha!! Ahahaha!!"
The laughter rose in crescendo, growing louder and louder, until finally it was pure ecstasy; he threw his head back and laughed like a madman.
Both Calcharo and Lingyang took two steps back simultaneously.
Holy crap, has this idiot gone mad?
Both of them even felt that Wuling's eyes seemed to be glowing red.
In the end, it was Calcharo reacted first and quickly spoke up to stop him.
"Oh no, he's making a crooked mouth shape! Quick, tear his mouth apart!"
The two of them stepped forward at the same time, each reaching out their palms towards Wuling's ever-growing smile.
Wuling easily caught Calcharo and Lingyang's attacks with both hands, a contemptuous smile appearing on his face.
In a daze, Calcharo heard chanting.
Even in my youth I knew the world was full of hardships, yet I still dared to soar like a wild goose among the clouds.
A cold wind blows all the way, my body feels like cotton; I drift alone on the sea of fate.
"He's reciting poetry!?"
Wuling grabbed Calcharo and Lingyang's arms from the left and right sides respectively, reciting the "Becoming a Venerable" section from "The Insect Stories".
A thousand trials and tribulations forge the heart into iron; a single, painstaking effort is used to forge a sword.
Today, my sword points to the layered clouds, refining poison, man, and even the heavens.
A minute ago you called me an idiot, and I didn't care. But a minute later, what should you call me now?