Chapter 500: Chase him, chase him, I must chase him

Tengfei ah, you......

Urgh~~~~~

Why don't you rinse your mouth and take a break?

Urgh~~~~~~

How come the vomiting just won't end?

Urgh urgh urgh urgh~~~~

Just how much did you eat this morning? This, this is a bottomless pit?

The class bell had already rung, but Ding Tengfei was sprawled by the pool, vomiting nonstop.

Lu Yang was also at a loss; he had thought Ding Tengfei's family ordeal would have strengthened his resolve and boosted his stress tolerance.

But who would have thought that a mere pat on his back—barely using any force—would directly turn him into an artificial little fountain, the kind that spews sewage.

Zhou Kaidong, Chen Panpan and a few others took turns trying to offer some emotional support, but in the end they were all driven away by the pool full of filth.

Just how much did he eat? How can he vomit so much?

I was wondering why I didn't catch any meat this morning—turns out he ate it all.

Not mentioning the word 'meat' would be fine, but as soon as it's brought up, a flood of nauseating images rushes into Ding Tengfei's mind, making his stomach spasm violently again.

Chen Panpan, the team leader, glared angrily at Liu Ziqiang: 'I told you not to mention meat, not to mention meat, and yet you do! Don't bring up the fatty intestines, lion's head, beef tripe—it's so disgusting, so…' Urgh!

Before she could finish, Chen Panpan couldn't hold it in either, bending over the pool and vomiting as well.

The sight was too grotesque, the smell too strong, causing others to react to varying degrees.

Even Zhou Kaidong covered his mouth, rushed into the toilet, and began vomiting loudly.

Lu Yang stood aside watching, soothing everyone: 'Just keep vomiting, you'll get used to it.'

Ding Tengfei was almost vomiting his guts out; his eyes were bloodshot, tears, snot, and saliva dripping down in a sticky mess.

While rinsing the filth from the pool with tap water and gargling, he painfully turned his head: 'Brother Yang, you're too brutal; I'd barely held it in, not vomiting, and your slap ruined all my effort.'

Either way, vomiting like this in front of everyone is no different from squatting on the field to defecate while being watched.

Lu Yang scratched his nose: 'The difference is, at least you're still wearing pants.'

He urged everyone not to dawdle; the class bell rang, so they needed to hurry back to the classroom.

Several people hurried to rinse their mouths at the faucet, then used a bucket to flush the toilet clean.

But when returning to the classroom, each person showed strong resistance, like a kid refusing to go to kindergarten.

Ding Tengfei was so weak from vomiting he had to lean on the wall to walk, moving slowly; the others also tottered like old men.

Walk faster, stop dawdling!

Lu Yang reached the classroom door first and shouted a report.

Liu Laoshi naturally knew what kind of reaction this kind of class would provoke on the first day, so he waited a moment.

Go on in.

Thank you, teacher.

Lu Yang turned back for a glance.

The six people who had been frail and trembling, needing to hold the wall to walk,

in an instant upon entering the door switched to standing tall and chest out, full of vigor.

Simply because many female classmates were watching in the classroom, afraid of being laughed at, they wanted to save face.

Lu Yang rolled his eyes: 'You're all so concerned about face—were you just acting with me earlier?'

But what he didn't expect was that this bunch had all become experts; they didn't return to the front-row seats, but instead, holding their books, all sat on the side near the back row by the window.

The class had already begun, and Lu Yang couldn't drag each of them back to the front row one by one, so he let them go and sat alone back where he had been.

At that moment, Liu Laoshi was writing on the blackboard; turning around, he saw that only he remained in the first row.

It was somewhat unexpected, but not much; it's truly rare for anyone to accept this material in the first class.

'Alright, last class we talked about muscles and fat; this class we'll mainly discuss the distribution of human organs.'

'Before we start, as usual, I'll pick someone to be my assistant—who volunteers?'

As his words fell, the whole class kept their heads down as usual, afraid of being called on.

But this time, Lu Yang voluntarily raised his hand, indicating his willingness to go up and assist the teacher.

The more Liu Laoshi looked at this young man, the more he liked him; in the nursing program, women are used as men, men as pack animals.

Someone like Lu Yang—originally from the military, bold, strong, interested in this major, with a good learning attitude—is exactly to his taste.

'Later you'll just be responsible for handing me tools on the side and wiping the blackboard.'

'Sure.'

The anatomy lesson continued, but the focus now was entirely on Lu Yang on stage.

Ding Tengfei and the six others were utterly convinced in their hearts: 'No wonder he can be a company commander—or an instructor.'

Just based on his abnormal-level mental fortitude and stress resistance, it's definitely not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Replace any one of them, and they couldn't stand there expressionless next to that swollen, terrifying corpse that emits a weird odor!

'Hey, what's his name?'

At that moment, someone patted Zhou Kaidong's shoulder.

Turning around, it was a girl with a face full of acne, wanting to ask for Lu Yang's contact information from the stage.

Zhou Kaidong was still hesitating whether to give it, when a few more girls came up, also wanting Lu Yang's contact info.

Their reason was that they thought Lu Yang was handsome, manly, and bold; plus, being a soldier, he could give a sense of security, making him ideal boyfriend material.

However, Zhou Kaidong politely refused, saying to wait until after class when they could find him themselves, as he had no authority to reveal the superior's contact information.

'Superior?'

What does "senior officer" mean?

Idiot, you don't even know that a senior officer is an officer in the unit; what about a Company Commander, Platoon Leader, Instructor and the like?

Wow, he's so impressive, he looks about the same age as us yet he's already an officer in the troops; what rank is he, and how many people does he command?

Facing a row of girls behind him chattering quietly, not only was Zhou Kaidong at a loss for words, but the others were equally speechless.

They say three women make a show; having a whole row of girls sitting behind is just too chaotic.

Had I known, I'd rather sit up front.

I'm the Platoon Leader.

Kang Changyi couldn't sit still and started showing off on his own.

We didn't ask you, we asked him: you're ugly, he's handsome.

Kang Changyi felt something had cracked.

Oh, it was his fragile, sensitive ego.

He's already a Platoon Leader; that handsome guy on stage must be a Company Commander, right?

Let me check: what's the rank of a Company Commander? Captain—my god, they can command about a hundred soldiers, how impressive, far more formidable than the Military Training Instructor I mentioned before?!

And whose boyfriend is out there mixing, commanding about ten goons; compared to that, he's far off—he's not even half as handsome as the other guy!

Hit on him, hit on him, hit on him, you have to hit on him!

The teacher speaks up front, they talk below.

But the teacher only coughs, gives a brief reminder to keep quiet, and says nothing more.

Lu Yang looked up, saw a few girls in the back row pointing and staring at him, and simply chose to ignore them.

He took the Scalpel that Liu Laoshi handed him, placed it on the Stainless Steel Tray beside him, and kept his gaze on the greatly swollen, opened‑up, massive cadaver of the teacher in front of him......