End of Military Training

As the two talked, Grandpa Wang's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller ID, his neck instinctively retracted, and a fawning smile instantly appeared on his face. His voice even dropped an octave: "Hey, old lady... don't rush, don't rush! I'm heading home now! Qinghe is here too... Okay, okay, we'll be right there!"

After hanging up, he wiped a non-existent bead of sweat from his forehead and anxiously said to his granddaughter, "Qinghe, let's go, let's go! Your grandma's call is like a death knell. If we don't go back soon, your grandpa and I will be sleeping in the hallway tonight!"

After finishing the call, Grandpa Wang said somewhat anxiously to Wang Qinghe.

Wang Qinghe then suddenly remembered her task and stuck out her tongue: "Brother Yun, let's chat again next time! Gotta go!"

She nimbly took out her phone, added Ling Yun on WeChat, and then, supporting her still muttering "It's over, it's over" grandfather, they disappeared in a hurry beyond the square's lights.

Ling Yun pulled out his phone and checked the time. The screen's brightness made him squint: "Whoa, it's past eleven."

The night breeze was cool, and he was too lazy to wander anymore, so he walked straight towards home.

As soon as he entered the house, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Jiang Yingxue.

Jiang Yingxue: Boss, I've finished editing the video you sent me and uploaded it to your email! Take a look and see if the effect is okay? [Expectant emoji]

Seeing the word "Boss," Ling Yun couldn't help but chuckle, his fingers flying across the screen.

Ling Yun: Sister Yingxue, your title changes faster than a book flips! Just a few days ago you were calling me 'little brother' non-stop, and now you're calling me 'boss'? [Crying-laughing emoji]

Jiang Yingxue: Of course! I'm already getting paid, it's not proper to keep calling you 'little brother'. What if I'm too casual and you, the great boss, get angry and fire me? [Sighing emoji]

Ling Yun: Haha, Sister Yingxue, your social skills are developing immensely! Your future is boundless!

Ling Yun: I'll watch the video now. At exactly 12:00, the canyon will launch on time. We'll chat more in the game!

Jiang Yingxue: OK! Waiting for you!

Ling Yun clicked on the video file in his email.

The screen lit up, and the passionate background music instantly captured his attention.

His body, which had been leaning back against the chair, involuntarily leaned forward slightly. The video editing was seamless, with not a single unnecessary scene transition.

His incredible plays in the Peak Tournament – the clutch kills, the near-death escapes, the precise predictions – were cleverly slowed down, frozen, and paired with dazzling special effects and fitting sound effects. Every kill was explosive, every movement was incredibly cool!

Especially the editing of several key team fights, the rhythm was incredible, making Ling Yun himself feel pumped up.

"Beautiful!" Ling Yun couldn't help but snap his fingers, "With this editing skill and my gameplay, it's hard not to become popular!"

He immediately uploaded this masterfully edited video to his Douyin account.

The time ticked over to twelve.

Ling Yun was about to invite Jiang Yingxue when Zhou Da's message popped up first.

Zhou Da: Brother Yun, I can't take it anymore... I can't push for Glory anymore!

Zhou Da: My legs were cramping from standing at attention during military training during the day, and then staying up late with you at night... I feel like I'm becoming dried jerky, probably not even weighing ten pounds including my box!

Zhou Da: I'll just reach Honor and get the Honor mark, I'll be content! Also, you and Sister Jiang Yingqing can duo queue and climb the ranks sweetly. I won't be a third wheel!

Ling Yun: Understood, understood, get some good rest!

Ling Yun smiled knowingly.

If it weren't for his cultivation physique, sleeping only two hours a day, even an iron man couldn't handle it.

He replied to the message and, as soon as he logged into Honor, the team invite pop-up appeared – Jiang Yingxue was already online and waiting.

"Boss! You're a full three minutes late!"

Jiang Yingxue's feigned displeasure came through the headset, along with the faint sound of her yawning in the background.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just talking to Zhou Da for a bit." Ling Yun briefly explained Zhou Da's situation.

"Zhou Da is right," Jiang Yingxue's voice turned serious. "If you keep this up every day, and you still have classes and training during the day, your body will really collapse."

She paused, her tone filled with concern: "By the way, I remember you're a student too, right? Are... you really okay? How about we skip tonight? You should get some rest early?"

"Don't worry, Sister Yingxue!"

Ling Yun's tone was relaxed, "My physical fitness is top-notch! I'm full of energy after sleeping two hours every day! I'll show you what it means to be full of life another day!"

He made a joke.

"...Who wants to see that!"

Jiang Yingxue's voice clearly carried a hint of shy annoyance, and then she asked doubtfully, "Besides, when did I ever agree to meet you?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Ling Yun just remembered, "Your dad invited me to your house for dinner this Saturday."

He explained Jiang Mingyuan's invitation and how Jiang Yingqing had recommended her as an editor.

"So that's how it is. No wonder you suddenly messaged me today asking me to be your editor. It was my sister who recommended me!"

Jiang Yingxue suddenly understood, her tone carrying a sense of relief, and a hint of admiration.

"Not bad, junior. You've achieved financial freedom in your first year of high school. I'll have to work for you after I graduate from college."

She said half-jokingly, and her father's invitation felt more understandable to her. Such a capable young man, it was no wonder her father wanted to befriend him.

"Ahem, it's just luck, luck," Ling Yun said humbly, "Let's get started, let's get started!"

For the next three hours, the canyon was filled with the roar of battle. Ling Yun led Jiang Yingxue to victory, and when the crystal exploded again, and the golden "Honor of Kings" badge appeared on the screen, Ling Yun let out a satisfied breath.

Jiang Yingxue had also reached 39 stars.

"I can't do this anymore, I really can't..." Jiang Yingxue's voice was filled with exhaustion, yawning repeatedly. "My eyelids are getting heavy, boss... Let's fight again tomorrow."

"Okay, goodnight Sister Yingxue."

"Goodnight... yawn..." The other end seemed to be almost asleep.

Three days passed quietly, and the military training finally entered its last day.

For these three days, Ling Yun's life had been as regular as a pre-programmed routine.

He participated in the school's military training during the day, but due to Ling Yun's perfect performance, he spent most of his time resting.

In the evening, he continued to play in the Peak Tournament, accumulating new exciting clips to send to Jiang Yingxue for editing.

His main account, "Douyin's S of Honor of Kings," was like an insurmountable peak, firmly occupying the first place on the peak leaderboard.

A terrifying score of 2500 had put him nearly 300 points ahead of the second place, "Flower Sea," and the matchmaking queue times were ridiculously long.

He simply created two more alternate accounts, aiming directly for the top three on the season's leaderboard!

If this succeeded, his traffic would absolutely skyrocket!

By then, his own traffic would be completely soaring.

Thanks to the edited videos from these three days, plus the push from Douyin's official platform, his account had gained a total of 200,000 followers.

Looking at the constantly updating numbers in his backend, even Ling Yun was a bit astonished: "This speed... is a bit outrageous!"

Finally, he played Honor of Kings with Jiang Yingxue. His account had climbed to 80 stars, and Jiang Yingxue had reached 69 stars.

At this moment, Ling Yun stood on the sports field. The atmosphere was completely different from the usual days. Colorful flags fluttered around the field, the main stage was filled with school leaders and drill instructors, and the stands were packed with students who came to watch the performance.

"Classmates! This is the last round! Stay steady! Don't be nervous! Take a deep breath! Just like we practiced! You are the best! Believe in yourselves, we will definitely get first place!"

Cheng Yuanzhou was cheering on the students nearby.

But the more he said it, the more nervous some students with weaker mental fortitude became, their faces turning pale.

Only Ling Yun remained calm and composed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

First place? It was already in the bag. If it weren't for the system rewards, he wouldn't bother with all this effort.

Win or lose? It meant nothing to him.

Just then, the loud announcer's voice, full of passion and resonance, echoed from the high-pitched speaker in the center of the field:

"Now marching towards us is the formation from First Year Class 3! They bring the vigor of youth, marching with firm steps, shining with vitality like the rising sun. This is a united and progressive collective. In the classroom, they are eager to learn; on the sidelines, they cheer like a tide, writing youthful spirit with sweat and interpreting youthful responsibility with hard work! Look, their gazes are confident and determined, as if declaring: 'First Year Class 3, poised and ready!'"

The host on the podium shouted loudly.