Chapter 154 - 110 - I Just Pressed the Kidney Reflex Area (Request for Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

In everyone’s later memories, that morning’s training had nothing else worth noting.

Including Little Black, who was invigorated and, with his height and physical fitness advantage, snatched first place with a time of 20 seconds and 23 milliseconds.

Then there was the chubby Han Yong, who felt he belonged to the same Squad Nine apprentice series and could likely show off. He volunteered for the rope.

Brother Yong indeed set a new record, becoming the only one that morning who missed his step, lost grip strength, and got hoisted to the fourth floor by a safety rope.

Master Hao Chengbin quickly disclaimed any responsibility: "I definitely didn’t teach him that!"

But everyone’s minds were numb, and they didn’t clearly remember the times; they just hoped each person stepping on the windowsill would leap again, displaying superior skills.

Some did leap, but their posture and smoothness were far from each other.

Even Cheng Bin no longer bragged about practicing window leaping for six months, now hoping that no one clearly remembered his boast in case he had a chance to downplay it to "I’ve only practiced for one month."

The kid had only been enlisted for three months, and he supposedly practiced for half a year...

He couldn’t afford to lose that much face!

The initial plan was for each person to climb twice, counting their best time.

But subsequently, Squad Leader Hao stayed upstairs as an observer, loudly correcting the movements of those after him.

And Fang Huai, because the scab from the morning had been broken open again, didn’t climb a second time and played with Little White in the training tower.

Staying quietly inside the training tower, out of everyone’s sight, was good; it didn’t affect others’ mindsets, similar to the last solo bar exercise.

For a new recruit to achieve such a result, not having a second attempt was irrelevant.

Yet every old soldier reaching the top of the training tower, upon descending and seeing Fang Huai forcibly hugging Little White at the staircase corner, would pat his head as they passed him, as if to share the luck, leaving behind a phrase, "Kid, well done."

In the future, if this kid becomes nationally famous, the old soldiers can go out and boast, gesturing and saying, "This kid, back in the day, I even petted his head like this, like that! I really didn’t expect it!"

Much like how Liu Qiangdong’s old neighbors brag about how naughty he was as a child.

...

When the training ended, only six people ranked ahead of Fang Huai in Ye Jiahong’s training notebook.

Seventh place.

Fang Huai’s leap captured not just aesthetic appeal but also shaved about three seconds off the time. Flawless execution throughout the course allowed him to surpass several old soldiers.

First-class Soldier Zhang Yang, fourteenth place, 26 seconds and 8 milliseconds.

Three First-class Soldiers joined the training, with Qi Xiaohui not even managing to beat Song Lin, all receiving eye rolls from their squad leaders as they came down.

When it comes to training scores, numbers are a cruel reality, and they had no choice but to accept it.

But Zhang Yang didn’t want to be scolded either and patted Liu Jianfeng to pass the buck, alluding brightly:

"Squad Leader Liu, I remember... our batch last year, when we became First-class Soldiers, wasn’t this fierce, was it?"

That remark was rather expressive.

It wasn’t just us First-class Soldiers, right? Even when you became First-class Soldiers, you weren’t that much stronger!

Liu Jianfeng thought angrily inside, "MMP," and after a long pause, he begrudgingly muttered, "What’s the use of being fierce? He can’t join the Grand Martial Arts Competition! He has flat feet!"

Liu Jianfeng didn’t dare to speak loudly; after all, it wasn’t good to spread personal flaws.

But Zhang Yang and Qi Xiaohui heard and understood.

Flat feet, fallen arches?

That’s what Qi Xiaohui has!

Now he can’t finish a 100-meter dash under 14 seconds! A sprint causes twisted feet and pain!

Qi Xiaohui, feeling deeply touched, immediately exclaimed, "Damn... then he definitely can’t participate! The sprint hurts like hell! No scores for water carrying, hurdles, or hook ladders!"

Only then did Liu Jianfeng turn to Zhang Yang and nod at him knowingly.

Get it?

When Nuwa created humans, they were hastily shaped; few are perfect!

...

By noon, after finishing lunch and kitchen duties, Xiong Jie and Liu Jianfeng told the new recruits to gather at the backyard basketball court to learn the "One-Man Two-Band" drill.

Four new recruits assembled, and the two squad leaders just arrived.

Squad Leader Hao had also come over with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, Squad Leader Hao was no longer the same as when he first arrived.

The man was now a respected squad leader with the role of acting platoon leader, still capable of conducting training, confident, with the Squadron Leaders trusting his work. Everyone had to think about how to get along in the future.

Captain Hao didn’t put on airs, acting like Second Squadron’s Fan Debiao.

I’m an easy person to deal with, if not, look for the reason in yourself.

Seeing the others arrive, Second Squad Nine’s Xiong Jie straightened and greeted proactively.

"Captain Hao!"

Liu Jianfeng mumbled a greeting as well, "Captain."

However, Hao Chengbin did not mince words, his anger seemingly brimming as he approached Liu Jianfeng and stared at him intently, his voice cold:

"Did you spread the word about Fang Huai’s foot?"

Captain Hao had just finished lunch and was about to rest when he heard people from Third Squad discussing Fang Huai’s foot, eager to ask upon seeing him return:

"Squad Leader Hao, is Fang Huai’s foot really that serious?"

"Exactly, this soldier has such high hopes!"

It seemed everyone knew.

He was so furious that his "three corpses" spirits nearly leaped out, and his "five viscera" anger soared. He directly inquired about Liu Jianfeng’s whereabouts and rushed over.

This was certainly not spread by the Squadron Cadres, it had to be Liu Jianfeng.

Captain Hao had not told Fang Huai because he didn’t want to affect his eagerness to train. Also, just last night, he inquired from a few comrades if they had the contact of a famous old Chinese doctor in Anshun, intending to find a proper solution before discussing further.

Ideally, without involving Western medicine and future scars.

But in an unguarded moment, the word spread.

Seeing Captain Hao’s severe gaze, Liu Jianfeng involuntarily swallowed, his newly acquired Non-commissioned officer title not yet tested against an old squad leader confrontation, momentarily feeling overwhelmed by the pressure.

Moreover, he had indeed spread the word.

"Um..." Liu Jianfeng’s face reddened a bit as if caught, "Was it Zhang Yang who mentioned it? I just muttered something, and he might have overheard."

After saying that, he quickly racked his brain and added, "I didn’t spread it! I didn’t tell a single other person!"

The new recruits were all a bit puzzled, including Fang Huai.

Fang Huai couldn’t help but ask when he heard "his own feet," "Squad leader, what’s up?"

Attracted by Fang Huai’s attention, Hao Chengbin turned his head and walked straight over, pulling him toward the flowerbed on the edge of the playground.

As they walked, he muttered blessings under his breath: "Mother’s Smelly Pussy of a first-class soldier..."

Once near the flowerbed, he spoke directly: "Sit down and take off your socks, let me take a look."

Fang Huai was speechless.

What, assessing talent again?

He guessed there was something going on inside but hadn’t expected Liu Jianfeng’s imagination to be so rich.

Reluctantly he took off his shoes and socks, lifted his foot, and said, "Is it the foot you’re looking at? Squad Leader Liu looked at this one yesterday."

Hao Chengbin didn’t say a word, just grabbed his ankle and observed carefully.

After a long time, he couldn’t see anything different.

So he just sat down on the flowerbed himself, took off his socks, and compared their feet.

Still no difference! His own soles were even thicker! Fang Huai’s arches were higher than his!

Fang Huai also looked at Hao Chengbin’s feet, which were covered in dead skin.

Then he glanced at his own smooth soles and couldn’t resist throwing a jab:

"Squad leader, you have way too much dead skin on the soles of your feet. It could be a disease; you should get it treated!"

"I’ll have you know these are calluses!!"

Hao Chengbin was furious and pressed hard on the center of Fang Huai’s foot: "Does it hurt?"

Fang Huai clamped his teeth and kept silent.

But this time, he was much more unrestrained than yesterday, also reaching out and pressing down hard on Hao Chengbin’s sole.

"Hiss..." Hao Chengbin’s eyes almost popped out.

But immediately, Fang Huai said, "Squad leader, does it hurt? I just pressed the kidney reflex area, the exact spot you just did. If it hurts, there might be something wrong with your kidneys."

With that, he squeezed it again with force.

Hao Chengbin’s face calmed down in an instant, his teeth tightly clenched.

"It doesn’t hurt!"

Fang Huai spread his hands: "There you go. You’re that old and it doesn’t hurt, so I must be about the same."

A moment of silence.

"Really doesn’t hurt?" Hao Chengbin asked seriously.

"Really doesn’t hurt!"

"Does it hurt when you walk?" Hao Chengbin continued to ask.

Fang Huai spread his hands speechlessly, inadvertently hitting the nail on the head:

"I’m not flat-footed, nor do I have rheumatism! Why would it hurt to walk?"

Hao Chengbin was stunned: "Really not?"

Fang Huai’s eyes suddenly widened.

Upon hearing this question, he finally understood what Liu Jianfeng and Hao Chengbin were talking about.

"Come on, squad leader, my feet are perfect man-god feet! Not a bit of dead skin, perfect proportions! My ex-girlfriend said they were very good-looking! She was obsessed with them!"

Hao Chengbin’s eyes also suddenly widened:

"Holy crap, you’re eighteen and you’ve got an ex-girlfriend? Doesn’t your family execute lovers first?"

Fang Huai was suddenly at a loss for words.

Squad Leader Hao’s memory isn’t bad either...

...

Off in the distance, Song Lin saw the two men by the flowerbed holding their feet and comparing, even pinching each other. Thinking back to what Liu Jianfeng said about "talent" the day before, he grew curious:

"Squad Leader Liu, are they comparing talents? What kind of talent can you really see from the soles of the feet?"

Liu Jianfeng coughed and said nothing.

Song Lin wanted to walk over: "Squad leader, can I get Captain Hao to check mine too?"

Liu Jianfeng then snapped back to reality and grabbed him firmly: "Are you crazy? If you go over there and take off your shoes, and Captain Hao hits you, don’t expect me to intervene!"

...

Hao Chengbin and Fang Huai were chatting by the flowerbed, and no one went over to interrupt.

"Some people in the squadron are saying you have flat feet. Since they love misunderstandings, let them be misled; no need to clarify."

Fang Huai felt a chill and echoed with empathy, "Why not clarify? These are man-god feet!"

"Anyway, your sprint result is lousy! It’s good to have an excuse, so people won’t say you aren’t trying hard!"

With that single sentence, Hao Chengbin rendered Fang Huai speechless as well.

Damn, a genius with a flaw, still needs a sickness as a cover.

Can I blame myself? Blame the system!

Hao Chengbin smacked his lips and continued with weighty words, "What I mean is, when a person is too perfect, others will always find fault. Give them something to talk about, let them chatter, then quietly train and dazzle them later, pull a fast one! Get it?"

Fang Huai was speechless.

Right, you get the dazzling part.

"I got it, but no more sprints for me, squad leader. Teach me to run long distance instead."

But Hao Chengbin shook his head: "Sprints train explosive power, long-distance trains endurance, there’s no direct correlation."

Fang Huai shook his head as well.

You don’t know jack.

Me? If I have endurance, I have the burst too! Get me under twenty minutes for five kilometers, and I’ll freaking burst!

While they were chatting, Xiong Jie and Liu Jianfeng started calling out to each other in the distance.

"You know how?"

"You know too?"

"Who taught you??"

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