Chapter 408: Majestic Eagles?

"Elite soldiers, as the name implies, require the tempering of blood."

"But they are university students, so their intensity doesn't need to be that high. Going to the Southern Front as volunteers, moving patients, distributing supplies, transporting goods—these logistical or auxiliary tasks are not heavy."

"The main front is at war; if they shrink back when faced with difficulties, if they flee when the country is in trouble,"

"Are such people suitable for cultivation?"

"The country spends so much on educational resources; what kind of people does it want to cultivate?"

"Cowards who abandon the City and flee?"

"Or valiant generals? Even if they cannot be generals, then being a military strategist would not be out of the question."

An Yinan took a sip of water. She had said quite a lot, and she needed to give the two people time to react.

Hua Wensheng looked at An Yinan and smiled to himself.

She would never let him down.

"Canaries are fine to keep in times of peace."

"But the Huaxia of today needs eagles, majestic eagles!"

It was like a heavy blow, striking into the hearts of others.

She did not want the soldiers who were fighting for their lives to be protecting cowards.

The people cultivated by the country should not be deserters who cannot shoulder responsibility.

Eagles!

Majestic eagles!

Not canaries!

A few descriptions, so vivid, so thorough.

It gave the Principal a wake-up call!

"Majestic eagles?" The Principal lowered his head in thought.

At this moment, Hua Wensheng asked her, "Were you injured?"

An Yinan shook her head. "I am so capable, who could hurt me?"

Hua Wensheng smiled. "It must have been very hard."

She fell silent. Was it hard?

It was too hard. There was no way to bathe, no way to sleep, and only two meals a day—each meal just a flatbread with water—because they needed time.

Every day she was so busy her whole body ached, and she still had to secretly replenish her medicinal powder.

Was it bitter?

She would say without hesitation: bitter!

"For the second batch, you lead the team, how about it? Do you still want to go?" Hua Wensheng asked.

An Yinan looked up instantly. He...

"From the beginning, I have been in favor of sending them," Hua Wensheng said with a smile.

He had broken free from the cage of Beijing; he had seen the cruelty outside, seen people starving, seen people without clothes to cover their bodies.

These university students have lived too well, making them forget the days of the past.

Or rather, days they had never experienced at all!

"Then why are you still asking me?" An Yinan looked at him.

Hua Wensheng sighed. "The country values talent too much and protects them too well. They need a beating, and your words, proven by blood, are the most powerful."

An Yinan raised her eyebrows, which counted as a reluctant acknowledgement of his words.

"However, their environment might be different from yours." Hua Wensheng had to admit that in the entire university, there were too few people who could reach her level, or to put it more directly, none.

It requires not only professional competence but also a strong psyche and patriotic sentiment.

"Do you know? My friends, except for one who had to take care of her child, my friends and my roommates all signed up as volunteers."

An Yinan looked at Hua Wensheng.

"On the first day, someone asked, 'Aren't you going to ask about their situation?'"

"Do you know how I answered?"

Hua Wensheng really wanted to know. "How did you answer?"

An Yinan smiled, a smile that was dazzling and filled with intense confidence.

"My friends are no cowards!"

She looked at Hua Wensheng, her eyes shining brightly.

"Among them, only one studies Traditional Chinese Medicine, and two remained in the City to serve as assistants for the busiest Treatment Group due to physical limitations."

"The rest of them all joined my team."

Speaking of this, she thought of when she saw them in the City at that time.

They must have been just as persistent.

"Do you know which group I am in?" An Yinan looked at Hua Wensheng.

These were not military secrets and were not covered by the confidentiality agreement.

Without waiting for Hua Wensheng to ask, An Yinan told him proudly, "I am the attending Doctor of the Special Treatment Group in Area 01."

"Bullets would fly past our ears, hit behind us, and there would even be bombs falling from the sky."

"Not one of them left."

"With them there, I am at ease."

"I think the country is at ease, too!"

Her time was limited, and even after leaving the Principal's office, her words had not dissipated.

The two people in their fifties remained silent with each other for a long time.

"I really wish I were younger; even if I were just twenty years younger, I would go to the Frontline too," Hua Wensheng sighed.

What An Yinan brought them was not just shock, but a deep, lingering emotion within their hearts.

Moved for the country.

Moved for the people.

Moved for themselves.

With successors like this, how could they not be moved?

"Who's to say otherwise!" The Principal was of the opposing faction; friends were friends, but he considered his students more, considered their safety, and considered their future.

But today, he had been taught a lesson by An Yinan.

The name of the lesson was responsibility.

He thought he would remember this lesson until his death and would never forget it.

An Yinan went to the Tutor's office, where Jiang Yunduo and all the teachers were already waiting.

She could be infinitely glorious outside, but at school, grades were the foundation.

"Student An, are you ready?" Liu Jianguo looked at An Yinan and asked.

An Yinan thought for a moment, "I didn't bring a pen!"

She had thought it was just going through the motions; who could have guessed she would be dragged in to write an exam paper directly? It would have been strange if she had brought one.

"Use mine!" Professor Zhang took his own fountain pen and placed it in front of An Yinan, brooking no refusal.

An Yinan looked at it and thought, fine.

"Which subject should I take first?" An Yinan said.

Her situation was different from Jiang Yunduo's; An Yinan's side was crowded with people, each one waiting to see if she could create a miracle again.

That's right, school had been open for nearly two months, she hadn't attended a single class, could she still take first place?

Zhang Cheng's score was not low at all!

Would An Yinan still be an undefeated legend?

All the teachers were staring at the situation here, but for An Yinan, it didn't matter.

However, Jiang Yunduo breathed a sigh of relief; she originally had a slight social phobia, and if so many teachers were staring at her, she wouldn't be able to write a single word.

But new pressure soon arrived: "Hand in your papers!"

An Yinan handed in the first exam paper without checking it a second time, mainly because there were no questions she was unsure about.

Jiang Yunduo looked at her own paper, which she had only half-finished; good heavens! Why did she seek out this torture, taking an exam with Nan Nan? What kind of heaven-defying, resentment-inducing thing had she done to deserve such punishment?

"Student Jiang, just focus on your own exam; there is no need to compare yourself to her."

Liu Jianguo couldn't bear to watch and said a word.

An Yinan didn't pay much attention to the outside noise; her handwriting was elegant, and she completed the paper quickly.

However, in order not to disturb Yun Duo, she didn't speak when she handed in her second paper; she simply held it up.

Liu Jianguo understood immediately and swapped it for a new one.

An Yinan's hand did not stop; she was completely accustomed to high-intensity writing.