Chapter 98: Volume 3, - 8: Trainee Conflict
Tian Xingjian felt that war was truly hateful. In the morning, he had to guide rookies at the repair training camp, and in the afternoon, he had to endure Russell’s torture. He barely had any free time and had to constantly engage in various self-punishments.
If there weren’t a war, who would have time for these damn things? He hadn’t even had the energy to peek at Ann Lei’s baths for days, fearing he might collapse if he accidentally exhausted himself.
Fatty placed his legs over his shoulders, sat on his head with his butt, rolled back and forth, and sighed. Every time he practiced yoga and saw his muscular body being squeezed into different shapes, he felt a particular heartache!
The military training for the trainees had been going on for a week. Tian Xingjian and Major Hanke cooperated very well. Hanke was a veteran who had been working in mechanical repairs for ten years, climbing the ranks step by step through his technical skills. But even he was shocked and impressed by Fatty’s repair skills, publicly acknowledging that Fatty was the greatest repair expert he had seen in ten years. As a result, the trainees at the repair camp practically worshipped Fatty.
You should know that, thanks to Fatty’s teachings, even setting aside other things, just the assembly and disassembly of the BG-17 standard energy rifle— as long as the trainee wasn’t particularly clumsy, they basically reached a level of disassembling in seven parts and assembling in ten. Even in front-line troops, this was considered top-notch.
Some of the boys, who had better personalities, especially liked to boast and joke with Fatty. Fatty had been around the battlefield for so long, talking about war stories was easy for him, and these boys listened with glowing eyes.
The girls, too, liked to hover around Fatty whenever they could. After all, it was the age of hero worship, and hearing Fatty boast about himself made their eyes twinkle and they made an effort to appear innocent, exclaiming and cheering repeatedly.
In Fatty’s eyes, this was the perfect provocation, as if they were all saying, "Chase me! Catch me and I’m yours!" Appearing completely willing to be picked.