Since Yu Was Born, Why Two Liangs?

An accident happened an hour later.

Around six o'clock, Fang Huai, who was sitting by the bed flirting with his quilt, saw Wang Jian passing by the door, talking on the phone, and glanced at Fang Huai.

[Task Complete.]

[Generating Reward…]

In the past hour, the task completion rate had gradually reached (11/12), as if all the squad leaders knew about him.

As for what the memory points formed were, he didn't know either.

Twelve veterans in the Seventh Company, nine squad leaders, one clerk, the company commander, and the political instructor.

If he guessed correctly, the last veteran of the Seventh Company, the political instructor Liang Longhui, who was taking care of his wife outside, also had a unique memory point about him.

Completing two tasks at once, saving the country through a roundabout route.

[Please select your reward.]

[1. Folded Military Quilt Lv1 (If not selected, this skill reward will be canceled)]

[2. Slight increase in arm strength]

[3. Lung reinforcement]

Fang Huai looked at the yellow military quilt, which already looked like a block of tofu, and once again ruled out the Folded Military Quilt skill.

Skills that could be honed over time didn't need to be wasted on this opportunity.

Internal organ improvement, strength improvement, which one to choose?

Lungs…

But the recruit training corps didn't have many running sessions; there were only three physical training days a week. Push-ups, however, were a common punishment for veterans.

He was doing push-ups several times a day. If he didn't choose something soon, he'd be killed by push-ups.

Choosing internal organs would definitely be good, but the effect wouldn't be as fast as strength improvement.

If this were a dream-come-true journey, he'd choose to experience the thrill of swinging on the bars first.

The improvement in abdominal strength was quite noticeable just now, and the tangible benefits always made him, a poor person in his past life, feel secure.

He chose arm strength.

As soon as Fang Huai finished selecting, his eyes widened.

The soreness in his arms turned into a sharp stab, making him gasp.

This time, it was clearly not as easy as the previous reinforcement. He chose to "eat fast food" again, and the System seemed to be deliberately tormenting him.

After a while, the stinging pain disappeared.

Along with it, the soreness and swelling from earlier also vanished.

This reinforcement… seemed to restore stamina.

Under normal circumstances, training to that point would take at least two to three days to recover to previous strength, but after recovery, strength would surpass the previous peak, which was the best opportunity to achieve results. Therefore, experienced veterans would train hard for three to four days before strength-based assessments.

Would this improvement allow the previous training to recover and be digested quickly?

Fang Huai was a little excited. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he placed his hands on the ground to try it out.

Doing a few push-ups should allow him to feel the difference.

Unexpectedly, Yue Tao turned around just then, his expression gradually becoming astonished.

"Holy crap… Squad leader! He's doing it again! Squad leader!" Yue Tao shouted loudly, patting Peng Yingqirui next to him.

There were only two people in the room. Because only he had the privilege to fold his quilt on the bed, everyone else was folding theirs on the floor. The space between the beds in the room was only enough for two quilts; the rest were in the corridor outside.

Peng Yingqirui turned his head and saw Fang Huai in a push-up position. His eyes also began to show fear, and he quickly came over to pull him up.

"Holy crap, big brother, what are you doing?? Squad leader!!"

Hao Chengbin quickly arrived. Fang Huai lay on the ground speechlessly, while Peng Yingqirui sat on Fang Huai's back, a smug expression on his face, giving an "OK" sign.

"It's okay, Squad leader, I've subdued him!"

"Get up!" Hao Chengbin pointed at Peng Yingqirui, then looked at Fang Huai, frowning, "What's wrong with you?"

"Squad leader, it's nothing, nothing!" Fang Huai waved his hands repeatedly.

Seeing Fang Huai looking normal, Hao Chengbin said irritably, "Hurry up and tidy up your belongings! Peng Yingqirui! Still got time to play? Look at the quilt you folded! It's like a dinosaur, high in the front and low in the back, with such a big opening, as if it's going to swallow someone! Take it and re-fold it!"

Saying that, he flipped over the quilt Peng Yingqirui had folded, shook it a few times, and threw it back on the ground.

"Squad leader, I really wasn't playing!!"

For the next half hour, Peng Yingqirui resentfully stared at Fang Huai while rubbing the quilt with his hands, evening out the cotton inside.

It wasn't the kind of rubbing used for clothes, but rather spreading it out, rubbing it back and forth, then folding and rubbing it again until the edges were evenly firm before shaping the corners.

By 5:30, Fang Huai had finally managed to fold a quilt that he could barely look at. He turned and saw Peng Yingqirui slowly folding his quilt with a tearful expression. He helplessly went forward to guide him.

After Peng Yingqirui finished folding, under his shocked and angry gaze, Fang Huai pressed down on the quilt with both arms, then, as if performing magic, took out a pen and helped him shape the corners of the quilt bit by bit.

"This area, don't leave too much empty space! If it's too big, it'll collapse! Yours clearly has lines drawn too wide, leave a centimeter shorter on each side!"

"The quilt needs to be pressed down evenly! Once the lines are drawn, don't move them around, save the time spent folding the quilt and spend more on fixing the edges!"

"The quilt edges need to be pinched, and the corners need to be pushed in. Push them in a bit, then pull them out along the corner..."

Peng Yingqirui watched his quilt transform as if by magic, exclaiming "Awesome, awesome" repeatedly.

The new recruits, one by one, carried their folded quilts into the squad room and placed them carefully on their beds. Quilts of the same size were folded to different heights and lengths.

Everyone was quite satisfied with their "tofu blocks," believing they had folded theirs well and that others' had various flaws.

Folding quilts, the internal affairs regulations didn't say much, but it was one of the most important steps in internal affairs. It not only honed the mind and patience but was also a process of gradually developing an aesthetic sense for neatness.

Although everyone's aesthetic sense differed, Fang Huai's quilt was the most eye-catching in the room. The more you looked at it, the neater it seemed compared to the others, with sharper edges and corners.

Fang Huai's technique wasn't particularly advanced, but his speed was much faster. Rubbing and folding the quilt took him only half an hour, with all the points being hand-creased and basically no pitfalls encountered, but fixing the quilt took a full hour.

Most of the other new recruits finished on the floor, only bringing the quilts onto the bed for final adjustments in the last ten minutes.

At 6:30, the reveille sounded. Hao Chengbin, the veteran soldier, entered the squad room and immediately noticed the difference. He walked around the beds for another half-circle, examining them closely before saying:

"Fang Huai, you can fold your quilt a little shorter next time. The newly issued quilts aren't suitable for folding this thick; the middle is still a bit puffy."

"Squad leader, I think it's fine!" Yue Tao, seeing that only Fang Huai's quilt had received a suggestion for improvement from the squad leader, immediately put his hands behind his back and offered his opinion.

A mysterious confidence.

Those with a bit of emotional intelligence were already silent as cicadas.

It was clear that the squad leader only found one quilt worthy of his attention; the others weren't even worth commenting on.

As expected, when Hao Chengbin heard Yue Tao's words, he turned and looked at his quilt. With just one glance, he showed his disdain.

"It looks like shit, Yue Tao. You'll be waiting downstairs to pick up your quilt later."

"Pfft..." Chen Zhongqiang couldn't hold back his laughter.

As Hao Chengbin turned, he immediately delivered a simultaneous verdict.

"Chen Zhongqiang, you too!"

Then he looked around: "Little guy, you'll redraw your lines tomorrow. Zhao Bing, tidy yours up again!"

Jiang Peng became anxious. The ones mentioned by the squad leader were clearly passable. He hadn't expected his quilt to not even make the top three.

"Squad leader, look at mine... where does it need to be corrected?"

Jiang Peng slept on the upper bunk. Hao Chengbin changed his angle and took a serious look.

"Yue Tao's is like diarrhea; yours... is a bit too firm."

"Hahahaha..." A burst of laughter followed.

Jiang Peng, with a dark expression, watched Fang Huai and Zhao Bing leave the room to wash up.

Fang Huai had skill; Zhao Bing had physical strength.

If Heaven gave birth to Yu, why did it also give birth to Liang?

Or rather, two Liangs??

Training ground, morning exercise.

Nearly a thousand people were running on the field in company formations. The pace was slow, and the slogans were chaotic.

The Seventh Company was led by the veteran squad leader of the Eighth Squad, Sergeant Pan Zhaohui.

"One, two, one! One, two, one!"

"Rookies, rookies! I'm a rookie!"

"Rookies..."

"Shout it out!!"

"Rookies, rookies! I'm a rookie!"

"Pests, pests! I'm a pest!"

"Pests, pests! I'm a pest!"

"Listen to my command! One, two, one! Three kilometers!"

"Three kilometers!"

"I love you!"

"I love you!"

"If I don't run for a day!"

"If I don't run for a day!"

"I want to die!"

"I want to die!"

Various flashy slogans, and a company in the distance even sang "We are Pests."

"We are pests! We are pests! Righteous old squad leader, righteous old squad leader, must eliminate the pests, eliminate! Eliminate!"

Because there were so many people, they couldn't go fast, and it was very harmonious. The new recruits ran five laps like a leisurely stroll, covering only two kilometers.

Except for those who felt the slogans were too embarrassing to shout out and received a couple of kicks to their behinds, and some who were particularly overweight and physically weak, almost no one felt truly uncomfortable.

After the run, they reassembled, ate breakfast, and everyone chatted and laughed.

Fang Huai was probably one of the most uncomfortable people there.

Ever since he received the strength reward and his arm recovered, he had become increasingly hungry.

The rapid recovery of his muscle groups seemed to have depleted all the glycogen in his body. His stomach had growled several times, and he could feel his body starting to consume fat, with his whole body feeling hot.

This rapid recovery seemed to require "making up the difference" through intense energy expenditure.

But for an entire regiment to gather from the training ground, then line up company by company at the entrance of the new recruit building's mess hall, sing songs, and then eat was definitely a long process.

Quantified in time, it was approximately 20 minutes.

Fang Huai was so hungry his eyes were practically glowing green.

And then, someone had to be difficult. During the mealtime singing, they only opened their mouths but didn't put any effort into it. Chief of Staff Yang Yonghua ordered coldly.

"If you can't sing it well, you'll sing it here until you can. You can eat after you sing it properly!"

They sang "Unity is Strength" six times. By the end, Fang Huai could barely open his mouth. In just over an hour, he had experienced what it was like to go without food for at least four or five days.

A system that clearly violated biology was still pretending to follow the law of conservation of energy.

It seemed scientific, yet it wasn't superstitious at all.

When the announcement to eat was made, and the first company began entering the mess hall, Fang Huai was already swaying precariously, leaning back. The tallest new recruit in Squad Nine, Lu Zexian, caught him and asked softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Maybe I didn't recover properly just now, I'm a bit dizzy," Fang Huai quickly made up an excuse.

"Then I'll help you inside!"

When it was the Seventh Company's turn to enter the mess hall, Lu Zexian's height of 1.84 meters immediately caught Yang Yonghua's attention. He also saw the new recruit who had made him wake up two hours earlier that morning.

Fang Huai's weak appearance led him to make some guesses.

This new recruit had seemed fine earlier. If he wasn't faking it to avoid training, then his body must be too weak.

But whichever possibility it was, the excellent soldier he had promised that morning might not materialize.

Alas, this young man. He had thought he could handle things and had perseverance that morning, but it seemed he was just all show.

(There's another chapter coming later.)