Chapter 466

Pass!

Pass it to me!

No one is defending on my side!

On the playground, some soldiers of the Sixth Company are playing soccer.

Zhou Kaidong passed the ball to Liu Ziqiang, but it was intercepted by Sun Chen.

Immediately after, Chen Panpan made a sliding tackle and forcefully won the ball back.

Panpan, well done, shoot quickly!

Chen Panpan dribbled forward, aimed at the goal and struck hard.

The soccer ball didn't head toward the goal; instead it veered toward grandma's house and flew out of the field.

Chen Panpan, how did you aim? You can't even hit the goal.

Panpan, maybe you should just close your eyes; at this close distance even the national football team could score!

That's a pure insult; Panpan plays much better than those smelly feet!

Chen Panpan felt embarrassed; his soccer skills were indeed poor.

Just as he was about to run and pick up the ball, he saw the slowly rolling soccer ball land at someone's feet.

He looked up, about to say, "That's our ball, please lift your foot," but was met with a face that made his heart race with fear.

Yang, Yang, Yang, Brother Yang; no, examiner!

Chen Panpan stuttered, trembling and standing two meters away, not daring to approach.

Lu Yang glanced at the soccer ball at his feet, then looked at Chen Panpan trembling like sifted chaff.

Earlier it was noisy and lively, but now the playground fell silent, and everyone stood still like wooden stakes.

Even Zhou Kaidong, Liu Ziqiang, Sun Chen and others wore very restrained expressions, as if a superior officer had suddenly arrived for inspection.

Although the assessment was over, the psychological shadow Lu Yang cast over them in the past two days still lingered.

Lu Yang gently nudged the ball forward with his foot and said, "Keep playing."

After speaking, he turned and left, and Chen Panpan quickly picked up the ball and sprinted back.

Chen Panpan pounded his racing heart, his face turned pale: "You scared me; I thought I'd get scolded again!"

Liu Ziqiang hummed, "The assessment is over, he doesn't even have a red armband on his arm, what are you afraid of? It's free time now, and tomorrow we'll be redeployed, so who cares!"

Sun Chen angrily complained, "Among all the units at the Sea Training Base, our regiment has the lowest average score; we thought we could launch a satellite, but it turned into a disaster, all because of him!"

LiMin tried to explain, "Actually, I think we can't blame Brother Lu Yang; General Yan leads strict soldiers; a stricter assessment is for everyone's responsibility, Squad Leader, don't you agree?"

Zhou Kaidong gave a wry smile and nodded, "Let's understand each other; it's not easy for anyone."

Understanding? As if!

Liu Ziqiang said angrily, "It's one thing not to be taken care of, but he's targeting us specifically; remembering what he did a few days ago makes me furious. He criticized Kang Changyi, and now he's even bullying Panpan!"

What I can't stand most is that he even messes with you, old Squad Leader; I've never seen such ingratitude!

Lu Yang is now full of swagger; he's been promoted to Lieutenant and is eager to distance himself from us poor relatives, fearing we'd hold him back!

Sun Chen nodded vigorously, "Exactly! Seeing his petty self‑satisfaction makes me furious; he thinks he's a cadre now. If it weren't for Lao Ma's support when he just left the company, he wouldn't be where he is today!"

In the past, someone would have objected by now.

But this time, sharpness, sarcasm, ruthlessness, and no mercy have become Lu Yang's label.

In just over two months, a person can truly be transformed; Lu Yang's previous assessment conduct has already sparked public anger.

Moreover, after the incident he offered no explanation at all, not even a single word to the group, which only further enraged everyone.

Because of Lu Yang's harshness, they became the bottom team of the Sea Training Third Regiment and the lowest‑ranked team in the entire Sea Training Base; previously they had always been among the top at the base, so this drop was a huge blow.

More importantly, many will be assigned to marginal positions, and they might be forcibly discharged as soon as the demobilization season arrives.

From the Whole Company's hope, the Whole Regiment's glory, to the person who personally buried their dreams, such a massive shift is unbearable for everyone.

Watching Lu Yang walk alone toward the dormitory building, soldiers stepped aside wherever he went, and Zhou Kaidong felt deeply conflicted.

He didn't understand why Lu Yang wouldn't defend himself even with a simple excuse, preventing himself from being "collectively isolated."

Why are you lifting the box, and what does it have to do with me?

Damn it, how did you knock me out?

Damn, Kang Changyi, you're such a chicken thief; we're teammates, yet you keep scheming against me, you and that old hard coin!

In the dormitory building, the fourth‑floor reading room.

Kang Changyi somehow got a Little Tyrant console and was playing games on the TV.

They were playing a popular classic NES‑style game called Squirrel Battle.

Kang Changyi, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, hammered the controller buttons: "That's called never tiring of deceit in warfare; learn from me—jump, jump, jump!"

Zhang Jiaheng, after being repeatedly sabotaged and exhausting his "life," threw the controller in anger: "I'm done playing, this is so unfair, too cheating!"

"I'll play instead, hehe!"

As soon as Zhang Jiaheng lifted his butt, someone rushed to sit down.

These days, entertainment options aren't many, and being in the troops for over three months finally allowed a brief relaxation.

Two people sat at the front, while a group behind watched eagerly, like a schoolyard snack stall.

Change it, change it, play Contra?

Is there Hot Blood High School? That's the fun one!

Don't play Hot Blood High School, Ninja Turtles are more fun; Red Fortress, choose Red Fortress!

Kang Changyi signaled everyone not to rush, cigarette dangling, staring at the screen looking for Red Fortress.

Suddenly, the bustling crowd at the back fell silent, followed by a chorus of simultaneous throat‑clearing sounds.

In the whole computer classroom, aside from the guy with the secondary controller still causing a ruckus, only the Little Overlord's key sound effects were emitting a beep‑beep‑beep electronic tone.

In the next second, the red fortress image was called up, but the opening animation's transition black screen let Kang Changyi see a figure reflected on the TV screen.

Kang Changyi slowly turned his head, saw Lu Yang standing expressionlessly behind him, startled him into opening his mouth wide, and the cigarette in his mouth fell straight to the ground.

"Hello, examiner!"

Almost an instinctive bodily reaction, it made Kang Changyi spring up from his horse stance and raise his hand in a salute.

The others did the same, not daring to be the slightest bit lax.

At this moment, Lu Yang seemed to be separated from everyone in the reading room by an invisible wall of air.

He bent down, picked up the cigarette butt that had fallen on the ground, and said: "Keep playing, just don't smoke in the reading room."

Having said that, Lu Yang turned and left, and Kang Changyi's legs went weak as he sat back down in his horse stance.

He reached back to feel his back, and in that short moment it was already soaked through.

"You still want to play?"

"He didn't say not to play, he just said not to smoke here."

"You guys go ahead and play, I want to learn the skill..."

Earlier, everyone was fighting over the game console, but now nobody dares to take the controller Kang Changyi handed over.

One bold soul, putting on an act, said: "The assessment is over, tomorrow we'll be divided into units; the instructors and company commander didn't say anything about us, yet he's still meddling with us?"

"Airplane Brother, come on, let's still play Squirrel Grand Operation; I promise not to ambush you from behind like Aunt Kang!"

Zhang Jiaheng put on an act, taking a story magazine from the nearby rack, and said nervously: "I don't want to play anymore, I want to learn the skill."

That person then turned his gaze to the others, each of them putting on an act, picking up a book: "We all want to learn the skill, you play by yourself..."