Military training is the absolute nightmare of Chinese high school and college students.
Even trapped inside a novel, Liu Muye could not escape the fate of being baked under the scorching sun for fourteen days. Counting the military training from his freshman year at Sunan University, he was already a veteran of a second tour.
During this training session, a series of standard female protagonist tropes were supposed to befall Shangguan Yurou: she would injure and sprain her ankle, misplace her military uniform, and fall behind in physical fitness to draw criticism from the instructor. Following every mishap, the domineering CEO Nangong Ye would "reluctantly" step in to save the day, skyrocketing his romantic approval rating throughout the training period.
Given a second chance, would the plot still unfold according to the script Liu Muye had written?
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Nangong Ye, Shangguan Yurou, and Han Juyou were all placed in Finance Class 1, but Liu Muye was not—he had originally been assigned to Finance Class 3. Fortunately, Liu Muye leveraged his identity as the young master of Siliya University to switch into Finance Class 1 on the very day before training began.
On the morning of the drill, Liu Muye ran into Nangong Ye right before formation.
"Liu Muye, the sole heir of the Liu Financial Group in Shangjing City. The Liu Financial Group is the largest shareholder of Siliya University, controlling eighty percent of the educational resources in Shangjing City, with private estates, hotels, and factories under its banner..."
Nangong Ye laid out Liu Muye's entire background the moment they met. Pouting his lips into a confident smile unique to domineering CEOs, he declared, "To be honest, your family background is quite impressive, but compared to the Nangong Family, you still fall a bit short. Let me tell you this, man—don't harbor any crooked ideas about me, or I will wipe out your Liu Family in a matter of minutes!"
As soon as Nangong Ye finished delivering his signature CEO line, it was time for the familiar troupe of onlookers to start showering him with praise:
"Wow, Young Master Nangong is so handsome!"
"So overbearing! In Shangjing City, only the Nangong Family has the backbone to say something like that, right?"
"..."
Liu Muye stared at Nangong Ye with dark lines across his forehead. "Bro, I only said hello to you during freshman check-in. Did you really have to investigate my entire family history?"
Nangong Ye raised an eyebrow slightly and sneered, "Hmph, are you questioning me?"
"..."
Liu Muye did not want to waste another single word on this unhinged blockhead who spoke entirely in CEO clichés, realizing that the guy was completely incapable of normal communication.
"Tweet~~!"
Fortunately, the shrill whistle of formation sounded, rescuing Liu Muye just in time.
Because Liu Muye had transferred into Finance Class 1, the originally even-numbered platoons in the book now had an odd number, leaving Nangong Ye as the odd man out in the formation.
At this, Nangong Ye merely let out a cold laugh. "As expected, someone like me is destined to be lonely wherever I go."
His words drew shrieks and cheers from countless fangirls.
Liu Muye simply rolled his eyes, too lazy to engage with this lunatic.
Up ahead in the ranks, Shangguan Yurou turned her head to glance at Nangong Ye standing at the tail end of the line, a faint frown involuntarily tugging at her brow. For some inexplicable reason, even though she and Nangong Ye had never interacted, a strange emotion stirred deep within her heart.
Seeing her frown, Han Juyou, who stood beside Shangguan Yurou, asked with concern, "Classmate, are you feeling unwell?"
"N—no." Shangguan Yurou waved her hand.
The morning training passed without incident, but disaster struck in the afternoon.
Nangong Ye, marching at the very rear of the formation, planted his foot right into the crack of a broken paving stone and severely sprained his ankle.
Witnessing this spectacle, Liu Muye’s mind went completely blank. He thought to himself: *I clearly wrote that Shangguan Yurou was the one who stepped on the broken brick and twisted her ankle! What the hell... this is all wrong!*
*Wait... could it be that by transferring into Class 1, I altered the lineup of the military training platoon, which in turn affected the plot trajectory?*
*Damn it, if I had known this would happen, I should have waited until after military training to switch classes...*
The instructor's eyes instantly locked onto Liu Muye, who was roughly the same height as Nangong Ye. Pointing directly at him, the instructor barked, "The tall boy on the far right of the last row! Help him to the infirmary!"
"Huh?"
Liu Muye had been staring at the ground, lost in his frantic thoughts. Given a gentle shove from behind, he snapped back to reality and blinked blankly at the instructor.
The instructor nodded. "Yes, you. Help him to the infirmary."
Before turning away, the instructor muttered under his breath, "Unbelievable. Standing nearly two meters tall, yet his physique is so fragile he twists his ankle on a cracked brick?"
Liu Muye immediately scrambled for an excuse. "Instructor, I—I—I suffer from congenital myasthenia. I can't support him!"
The instructor's jaw dropped as he stared at Liu Muye in utter disbelief. "You're a towering guy of one hundred and eighty-five centimeters, and you have myasthenia? Who are you trying to kid?"
The other students, who had been fussing over Nangong Ye, now turned their gazes toward Liu Muye.
Standing in the front row, Han Juyou caught a clear look at Liu Muye's face. A flicker of suspicion crossed her eyes as she muttered to herself, *It's him? That weird guy!*
Liu Muye desperately kept up his defense: "Instructor, don't just look at my height; it's all empty altitude! I really do have myasthenia, you have to believe me."
"..."
Seeing Liu Muye resort to such a lame excuse to shirk responsibility, the instructor was left speechless. Too weary to bicker with him, the instructor pointed at another tall lad standing nearby. "You, the boy on the side. Help the sprained-ankle boy to the infirmary."
"No!" Liu Muye's voice rang out again, cutting the instructor off.
The instructor frowned at Liu Muye and teased, "What? Does this boy beside you also have myasthenia? Does every single boy in your class suffer from it?"
"No, no, no." Liu Muye waved his hands, stepping out of the back row and walking right up to the instructor. "Actually, I think we should have a female classmate take this male classmate over. After all... combination of men and women makes the work less tiring, right?"
Liu Muye had no idea what kind of nonsense was tumbling out of his mouth, but he refused to watch the plot completely derail further. He had to force the story back on track by any means necessary.
"Huh?" The instructor stared at him as if looking at an absolute idiot. "What on earth are you blabbering about?"
Realizing the instructor failed to grasp his intent, Liu Muye leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I am Liu Muye, the legitimate son of Siliya University's chairman."
As he spoke, Liu Muye smoothly slipped a thick stack of banknotes right into the instructor's pocket.
"Oh?" The instructor froze for a second upon hearing those words.
He had heard rumors that the chairman's son was assigned to his platoon, though he hadn't known which one it was—until Liu Muye suddenly popped up right now.
Glancing down at the luxury wristwatch gleaming on Liu Muye's wrist, and operating on the principle that it was better to be safe than sorry, the instructor decided to believe him.
With a flattering nod, the instructor agreed, "Ah, what you say makes a lot of sense."
"Since the instructor agrees that my reasoning is sound, then..." Liu Muye pointed toward Shangguan Yurou, whose snow-white complexion made her impossible to ignore. "Let this female classmate accompany the sprained-ankle boy to the infirmary!"
"Eh?" Shangguan Yurou stared at Liu Muye in sheer bewilderment, her eyes filled with doubt.
She could not fathom why Liu Muye had uttered such bizarre words, nor why the instructor had approved his outrageous proposal. Most baffling of all, she couldn't understand why out of everyone, she had been chosen.
Han Juyou, standing right beside Shangguan Yurou, had sharp eyes and caught the entire transaction of Liu Muye slipping money to the instructor. Though she had no idea what this weirdo was scheming, forcing a frail girl to support a grown man all the way to the infirmary meant he definitely harbored malicious intentions.
A clever girl would never let this villain's plot succeed!
Raising her voice, she declared, "With so many boys around, what right do you have to make a girl do heavy physical labor like this?"
Seeing Han Juyou suddenly step forward, Liu Muye widened his eyes in absolute horror and thought: *My dear ancestor, what kind of trouble are you stirring up right now? Aren't you supposed to be uncorrupted at this stage?*
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