Chapter 8: Going up against He Chenghuang in combat skills?!

"Liu Xiaotian! Wake up, hold on, the doctor's coming right away!" He immediately grabbed the phone to notify Fan Tianlei of the Health Team, while desperately pinching Liu Xiaotian's philtrum, shouting loudly.

If Liu Xiaotian could speak now, he would surely shout loudly "Stop!"

It really is, damn painful.

But right now he can't utter a single word.

The needle-like stabbing pain in his brain was weakening, and the speed of those letters and symbols flooding in uncontrollably was gradually slowing down.

They were automatically arranging themselves, like individual tattoos being etched onto his cerebral cortex.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but Liu Xiaotian felt that in that short time his brain had gained a lot of stuff; accurately speaking, it seemed to be called—knowledge.

As those letters and symbols became more stable and clear, he seemed to see… an engine? Anyway, when he used to go to the repair shop to fix his car before crossing over, after opening the engine bay what he saw seemed to have some connection with those letters and symbols appearing in his mind.

Time passed bit by bit, Liu Xiaotian's body, which had been trembling and convulsing like an epileptic fit, gradually calmed down, which also let He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei breathe a sigh of relief.

The Health Team's doctor arrived quickly, but after examining him for a while, found nothing abnormal about Liu Xiaotian's body.

Because of this, He Zhijun nearly flew into a rage and wanted to tell the doctor to get lost.

After all, he had personally witnessed Liu Xiaotian having a fit—how could the check not find anything?

What kind of doctor is this, if not a quack? But just then, the just-calmed Liu Xiaotian suddenly opened his mouth and babbled a long string.

He Zhijun, Fan Tianlei, and that doctor, who felt wronged like a child unjustly beaten by his parents, all heard it, but——they couldn't understand.

Things like shaft bore diameter, power system, etc. —although they didn't understand, they at least had a rough idea of what field it belonged to.

But what the hell are those strings of letters and formulas?

What is this calculating? Some kind of connection between the equator and the moon's reflected light source? He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei's educations were obtained through later training; for equations and such, they at most knew X=2Y, and at best could recognize α, β, γ, δ, ε—anything more they didn't know.

And just the pronunciation of what Liu Xiaotian said left those two utterly bewildered.

"By extrapolation, engine power could increase by 30%, thereby achieving the effect that engine noise during low-altitude flight would not attract ground attention!" This was the last sentence Liu Xiaotian blurted out in one breath, and the only sentence the other three people present could understand besides him.

Then, Liu Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes.

Fan Tianlei noticed that at the moment Liu Xiaotian opened his eyes, his gaze was actually a bit vacant.

It seemed……exactly the science-loving boy with thick glasses he had first seen when he met Liu Xiaotian.

Back when he recruited Liu Xiaotian into the army, he had specially asked his comrade, now an associate professor of ophthalmology at the Military Medical University, to perform surgery on Liu Xiaotian.

Because Liu Xiaotian's myopia was genuinely quite high, his post-op vision barely met the minimum passing standard. This is something Fan Tianlei just now recalled.

Therefore, he felt even more shocked.

He clearly remembered that during the afternoon assessment, Liu Xiaotian wasn't wearing glasses!

As for contact lenses, he could now confirm there were none.

Could it be that this kid is aiming and shooting with naked eyes? Can he see clearly?

Or is there some other method? In any case, Fan Tianlei wasn't yet ready to suppose Liu Xiaotian was just guessing.

If that were the case, then as the Chief of Staff of the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade, he really wouldn't have any reason to continue in his post.

"Liu Xiaotian, look—how many is this?" Seeing Liu Xiaotian open his eyes, He Zhijun beside him waved two fingers in front of his face.

"Reporting to the Brigade Commander, if it's for a photo, this is 'yeah'; if it's a brain-teaser, it's fingers; if it's a number, I think it's two." Liu Xiaotian stood up from the ground and answered solemnly.

He Zhijun nearly laughed himself angry, raised his hand to point at Liu Xiaotian's nose, opened his mouth for a while, but couldn't utter a word.

No wonder, given his current position, even any battalion or company commander would hardly dare speak to him like that, and even Kang Lei usually speaks to him with great care and caution, let alone an ordinary soldier? Actually He Zhijun isn't inherently stiff; it's just that his post demands solemnity much of the time.

Where would you find a dignified Brigade Commander joking all day with the troops below? An occasional smile makes him approachable, but if he can't guarantee basic solemnity, problems easily arise.

After confirming Liu Xiaotian's body was fine, Fan Tianlei sent away the doctor who had been standing idly by, turned back, and solemnly told Liu Xiaotian: "Today's assessment, your performance satisfied both me and the Brigade Commander; but I hope you don't get arrogant, stay humble and avoid rashness, keep striving in the upcoming training to achieve greater progress."

Faced with such standard "official language," Liu Xiaotian, besides loudly answering "yes," truly didn't know what else he could say.

Pausing, Fan Tianlei then added: "Right, you little brat, you must remember your pre-enlistment task—namely, the stuff you were just muttering—don't neglect one for the other!

When I recruited you, I personally guaranteed to them that your enlistment wouldn't interfere with your research duties, but you've been inactive for almost two months—what's going on?

Liu Xiaotian didn't dare meet Fan Tianlei's gaze, lightly nodded and said: "Please rest assured, Chief of Staff, I'll call them in the next few days to inquire about the latest progress, then complete my task as required!"

Hearing Liu Xiaotian say that, even He Zhijun let out a long sigh of relief.

During this period, his pressure has been even greater than Fan Tianlei's.

Who made him the Brigade Commander? Especially his former superior, already retired, still wanted to make use of his remaining energy, volunteering as a consultant for the Military Transportation and Combat Equipment Shooting Innovation Group; hearing that a little genius had been placed under his command by He Zhijun, and that shortly after enlistment he had gone silent, he nearly flew straight to the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade headquarters to settle accounts! Now, this bittersweet new recruit finally let him breathe easy—how could he not be happy?

"Alright, you may go. Don't tell anyone about the Red Blood Cell Group's affairs. I and the Chief of Staff look forward to the day you pass the rigorous screenings and earn your place through genuine ability!" He Zhijun exhaled a puff of turbid air, basically telling Liu Xiaotian to scram……

(End of chapter)