Chapter 3

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

Lv Muzhi did not have to attend self-study; receiving such preferential treatment, he naturally had no reason to refuse, and it was just right to return to the dormitory to organize his thoughts.

The so-called dormitory was nothing but row after row of long bamboo sheds, inside packed full of beds, but fortunately they were neat and clean, and one bamboo shed could house several dozen people.

In principle, everyone was housed in the bamboo sheds by squad, but the numbers in each team varied, so it was inevitable that a shed would end up with only one or two people; to save space, Lv Muzhi's shed was mixed with several students from other teams.

Jiang Xiangyun, Chen Geng, Song Xilian, Li Zhilong, and he shared the same room.

Finding his bed by memory, lying on the dormitory bed, Lv Muzhi grew more and more worried the more he thought about it—it was confirmed: this transmigration came with no system assistance.

Although he had been a hot-blooded youth in his previous life, as a modern person who had been battered by society, he could no longer be considered a hot-blooded youth.

Being a Whampoa student was no easy thing, especially for the First Phase; after graduation, wars never ceased, warlords... devils...... great waves sift the sand, and even a peerless genius might not survive to the end.

Yes, what Lv Muzhi thought about was how to survive to the end, not anything like promotion in rank and title or moving history.

One wrong step, every step wrong......

Lv Muzhi lay on the bed propped up on his elbow, his arm covering his eyes, eyes half-narrowed.

Why was there a map survey exercise tomorrow?

Lv Muzhi knew this was when students went out to draw terrain maps.

As future officers, map work was the most basic skill.

The environment outside the school was not very safe; Guangzhou City also had plenty of unreasonable warlords.

The more Lv Muzhi thought, the sleepier he became, and he was about to fall asleep.

Tap tap~

Someone knocked once on the edge of the bed; Lv Muzhi woke at the sound, but saw only a gray-clad back quickly walk out of the dormitory door; he went out to check, but that person had already vanished without a trace.

Beside his pillow there was an additional slip of paper; unfolding it to read, Lv Muzhi widened his eyes—unexpectedly, someone had already set their sights on him!

It read: Comrade Lv Muzhi, please remember your identity as a Qingtian Party Member; do not be too intimate with Jiang and Li, otherwise, the consequences are yours to bear.

The Jiang and Li referred to were naturally Jiang Xiangyun and Li Zhilong; both were Workers and Peasants Party members, of a different faction from himself.

Lv Muzhi shook his head—revolution really was not a dinner party.

He had only spoken two sentences to them that afternoon, and someone had already come looking—was this the Embroidered Uniform Guard or the Gestapo?

"This fellow only reminded me today; tomorrow he'll warn me; then what about the day after tomorrow?"

In any case, this note made Lv Muzhi very uncomfortable, and a bit... annoyed.

Someone was watching him; to be precise, they were watching students who were close to the Workers and Peasants Party.

Lv Muzhi lay back down on the bed: at this time, getting close to the Workers and Peasants Party was actually understandable, after all, the two parties were cooperating, and the Principal himself was very fond of some Workers and Peasants Party students, especially valuing Jiang Xiangyun, who excelled in morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor......

Perhaps Jiang Xiangyun was chatting and laughing with the Principal in the office right now.

But who exactly wrote this note? They were meddling far too much.

As he thought, Lv Muzhi fell asleep again.

A large hand pushed at Lv Muzhi's shoulder.

"Wake up, Muzi, wake up......"

Lv Muzhi woke a little; there was some noisy background sound in the dormitory; presumably the students had returned from night self-study.

A bit of morning grumpiness rose in him, and Lv Muzhi pushed away that hand: "Wo Then/Afterwards sleep (Fenghua accent)!"

The noisy sounds around suddenly vanished, and this immediately made Lv Muzhi alert.

"Uh...... wake up, the Principal... is inspecting......"

Ah?!

Lv Muzhi immediately rolled over and sat up from the bed.

Looking, it turned out to be Jiang Xiangyun calling him to get up, and standing beside him was an officer in a crisp uniform—none other than the Principal!

"Hello, Principal!" Lv Muzhi hurriedly gave a salute.

The Principal's expression was stern, but at this moment he seemed quite interested in Lv Muzhi.

"Principal, this is Lv Muzhi of Student Team Two; he had a fever today, and I explained to have him granted leave to rest in the dormitory," Li Zhilong explained to the Principal.

The Principal waved his white-gloved hand: "It's nothing; are you feeling better?"

Lv Muzhi did not hesitate, standing at attention to answer: "Reporting to the Principal, the student is much better and can study and train normally tomorrow!"

The Principal nodded: "Judging by your accent just now, are you from Fenghua?"

Only then did Lv Muzhi discover that he himself had an accent; not only him, but the people around him all spoke with accents, everyone's Mandarin was nonstandard, and his own Mandarin accent was actually a Fenghua accent!

Searching his memory, Lv Muzhi discovered that he had lived in Fenghua for eight years as a child, and only later drifted to Shang Mian City to study and live.

"Er...... yes, the student was born in Fenghua and lived there for eight years."

The Principal was very interested; he himself was also from Fenghua, and immediately called Lv Muzhi out, saying he wanted to chat about family matters.

The two chatted for several minutes in the corridor; the Principal asked a string of questions, including which specific village or town his hometown was, family members, whether he was married, and why he joined Whampoa Military Academy.

Lv Muzhi answered all truthfully; upon hearing that Lv Muzhi had participated in the May Fourth student parade and was mobilized to join the Qingtian Party, the Principal nodded with satisfaction.

As for why he joined Whampoa Military Academy, Lv Muzhi combined the history knowledge he had learned, linked the Three Principles of the People to his personal ideals, and finally elevated the theme, delivering an eight-hundred-word little essay; the Principal was obviously very receptive to this line of talk, nodding nonstop.

There were many students coming and going to wash up in the corridor; upon seeing the Principal, they would stand at attention and salute.

While chatting with Lv Muzhi, the Principal also nodded in greeting to the students washing up in the corridor, seemingly enjoying this moment very much.

Now Lv Muzhi finally understood: the Principal was not chatting at all; he was clearly building his image in front of the students.

Demonstrating the Principal's care for sick students and his fine quality of understanding the sentiments of those below!

When he had worked at the construction site before, the leaders often came to inspect and take photographs; Lv Muzhi was all too familiar with this scene.

"You're not bad, little old fellow. I always thought you were from Shanghai, never expected we'd be fellow townsmen. Keep it up, don't disgrace us Zhejiang people!" After saying this, the Principal left.

There were no words at all like appreciation or painting big pies.

They just chatted, that was all, letting the Principal establish an approachable persona in front of the students.

Lv Muzhi shook his head, comforting himself: at least on the first day of crossing over he could see the Principal; the image the Principal showed in front of the students was mainly one of solemnity, and the students all respected him.

Casting these thoughts aside, Lv Muzhi hurried to wash up, preparing to rest; tomorrow there was still the map survey exercise, and he had to be careful.

Before lights out, the classmates chatted about tomorrow's map survey exercise.

"Sigh, our topography is taught by Fan Hanjie; this fellow is like an old master, teaching half and keeping half. What are we to do about tomorrow's exercise?" Chen Geng came to Jiang Xiangyun's side, sighing and complaining.

Little brother Song Xilian also came over: "Shh, keep it down, Fan Hanjie this fellow is in the next dormitory; this grass shed isn't soundproof!"

Li Zhilong was already sitting on the bed, starting to take off his clothes: "That's right, our school lacks a topography instructor, so they directly let Fan Hanjie, who is himself a student, teach us. He only teaches us to identify and read maps, but for how to survey and draw maps, he just skips over it. Tomorrow's map survey exercise requires us to survey maps ourselves—it's truly a headache!"

"It's fine, it's just the midterm exercise, not the final graduation exam. Tomorrow is also a good learning opportunity!" Jiang Xiangyun comforted everyone.

Lv Muzhi naturally knew about the topography they were talking about.

This Fan Hanjie was also a student of the First Period, but was already nearly thirty years old, graduated from the Surveying School, specializing in topography. Before enrolling, he was already the commander of the Guangdong Army Sixth Route Army, commanding two regiments under him, yet he was actually willing to voluntarily give up his post to come and study at Whampoa Military Academy with a group of young people. At the school, this was also considered a fine story.

Whampoa Military Academy lacked a topography instructor, so Fan Hanjie was both a student and a teacher, giving topography classes to his classmates.

It wasn't that Fan Hanjie was unwilling to teach, but rather he had no experience as a teacher at all. One person alone teaching over five hundred students from theory to practical class was completely impossible, so he could only keep things simple—just knowing how to read maps was enough.

At nine-thirty, amidst everyone's groans, the dormitory lights went out.

Just as the lights went out, everyone lay down to rest, but Chen Geng started sitting on the edge of the bed tying his leg wraps.

"What are you doing?" Song Xilian, already lying down, propped himself up on one side and asked in a low voice.

"What else can I do? Tonight it's my turn to stand sentry. Without a sentry, watch out for warlords rushing in and confiscating all our weapons!" Chen Geng, fully dressed, stood up and continued in a bad mood: "Tomorrow's exercise, tonight standing night sentry—anything good can happen to me!"

Song Xilian had a look of gloating: "No, no, no, you go yourself, just you alone?"

"Together with Guan Linzhen next door! That fellow is really arrogant, always calling himself Guan Er-ye, and he happens to have a stinking mouth. I really want to give him a slap!" Chen Geng, upon mentioning Guan Linzhen's name, became furious.

Hearing Chen Geng's words, the classmates who had originally closed their eyes opened them again, all laughing out loud. The Student Squad Leader also laughed a few times, then reminded everyone to pay attention to discipline.

Jiang Xiangyun poked his head out and reminded in a low voice: "Be careful when standing sentry at night. It's not peaceful lately; don't let the guns go off."

"Don't worry, it's not my first time standing sentry."

Chen Geng left a sentence and went to the Longzhou Battery in the southeast of the school.