Chapter 63: Ignoring the Prompt, Just Copying the Standard Answer (Extended)

Time flew by, and three days passed in a hurry.

These days, the Whole Company trained in battlefield first aid, almost to the point of obsession.

At any moment you could see someone lying on the training ground, then being helped up, bandaged, and carried away.

It was as if we had entered a large live‑action drama, each person playing a fixed NPC.

And the root of it all was Lu Yang, who found each squad lagging and, out of necessity, offered a scheme to the Squad Leader.

The scheme was to split each day into morning and afternoon, randomly pick a soldier in the squad to act as a casualty, without revealing the exact injury in advance.

When the sudden injury occurs, they would then say whether a foot is broken, a leg is broken, or the head is lacerated by shrapnel.

This kind of sudden simulation heavily tests the recruits' on‑spot quick response.

As a result, when Third Squad started it, the other squads began to copy the assignment in the same way.

Zhou Kaidong, furious, was so angry he wished he could take on the Whole Company alone.

He also feared his own Squad Leader would be beaten to death, and Lu Yang and others strongly intervened, finally persuading him to calm down.

"Damn it, these guys have no brains themselves?"

"They copied my Work Log, copied the training methods too—still not enough?"

Seeing a rookie in Fourth Class clutch his leg and collapse, the th Class Squad Leader pretended to let someone come up to give the 'casualty' emergency aid, and Zhou Kaidong's lungs were about to burst.

Because of the previous Moving Red Flag incident, he already disliked the th Class Squad Leader, and now he was even more displeased!

It was this guy who first plagiarized, spreading this corrupt trend!

Can't they create something original, have any sense of copyright?

Originally, Zhou Kaidong thought Third Squad had a great chance to take first place, but this disruption made the difficulty coefficient increase geometrically.

If it were just a Moving Red Flag, that would be fine, but now the higher‑ups are coming to inspect, and there's a two‑hundred‑yuan reward.

If we don't get that damn thing, we'd be down at least a hundred million!

Lu Yang moved up to his side and whispered, "Squad Leader, don't panic!"

Zhou Kaidong turned his head, "Do you have a good plan?"

Lu Yang smiled faintly, "For now we must keep it secret, in case there are ears on the other side and the news leaks. But I guarantee we can make our squad stand out during the higher‑up inspection, and the Moving Red Flag and that prize will be ours!"

With those words, Zhou Kaidong felt much more reassured.

The idea came from Lu Yang, so naturally there was a countermeasure.

Although he was quite curious, to prevent another plagiarism incident he held back.

Zhou Kaidong stopped overthinking, and according to the past few days' routine, randomly selected someone to be the casualty.

"Kong Long, it's your turn today!"

"Yes!"

Kong Long stepped out of the line.

He came to the front, then clutched his stomach, fell to the ground with a pained expression, curling into a ball.

Zhou Kaidong called out Ding Tengfei to go up and provide aid, because the kid learns things rather slowly.

Especially after he learns, that stupid vigor becomes even more obvious.

During previous formation drills, when marching in step, he saw Ding Tengfei always half a beat slower, assuming it was intentional.

Now he knows this guy's learning ability is absurdly poor, yet he stubbornly refuses to admit it.

He even insists that the comments on the final teacher's grade report say he's a smart child, just not focusing his mind on studying, and that if he were willing to learn his grades would definitely improve...

In the world, the biggest lie is the comment on the final grade report.

Lu Yang knew from the start that such comments are mass‑produced, deceiving children.

After all, which teacher would write in the Score Book at the end: 'Your child is stupid to death, incurable, a complete disaster. Recommend a neurology visit, and if that fails, give up treatment and have a new one born?'

It was a kind lie, but Lu Yang didn't expect anyone would actually believe it?

By now, Ding Tengfei had already stepped out.

But looking at Kong Long lying on the ground, clutching his stomach with a pained face, his mind went blank, not knowing what to do.

"Confirm... the environment!"

Lu Yang whispered from the side.

Only then did Ding Tengfei, like flipping a switch, grab the pre‑prepared first‑aid kit and sprint up.

"Discovered, discovered one casualty, observed and confirmed the environment is safe."

He looked left and right, then crouched, tested Kong Long's breath with his hand, and patted his face: "Comrade, wake up, comrade, wake up, the casualty is unconscious, prepare CPR..."

Zhou Kaidong laughed in anger: "Doesn't he have consciousness? He can still cry out, can't you see?"

Ding Tengfei stammered on the spot: "Uh..."

Seeing his clueless, dumb look, Lu Yang couldn't help but laugh.

This is the classic case of not reading the prompt, just copying the standard answer.

Just because someone is lying on the ground doesn't automatically mean CPR.

First you must confirm the injury, then decide what rescue plan to provide.

Zhou Kaidong glared at him: "What are you looking at me for? I have the answer on my face, what should be done next?"

Scolded, Ding Tengfei became even more nervous; his already empty head was turning into mush.

Earlier, watching others demonstrate from the side, he thought it was very simple, with no difficulty at all.

But when it was his turn, he instantly became extremely nervous, as if sitting back in an exam hall.

When the Tuan Bu leadership came before, he was terrified and indeed made a mistake in the rush; now that feeling resurfaced.

Ding Tengfei dared not look at the Squad Leader, and instead turned his pleading gaze to Lu Yang: when in doubt, ask an old comrade!

Lu Yang reminded again: "Ask the injured where it hurts, first determine the injury, then provide the appropriate rescue."

After receiving the hint, Ding Tengfei's brain finally started working; he quickly lowered his head to ask: "Comrade, where are you injured?"

Kong Long clutched his stomach, his body curling into a ball, rolling around like a watermelon worm: "My stomach hurts......"

Ding Tengfei was dumbfounded!

Stomachache, what the hell do we do about this?

The first aid training only covered bandaging and CPR, but never said how to treat a stomachache.

Is this supposed to be surgery or what? Maybe we should just bandage the stomach?

Kong Long also seemed possessed by a drama queen, clutching his stomach and rolling all over the ground, accompanied by toothache-like "ayou" cries, making it seem just like giving birth.

This had Ding Tengfei frantic—why aren't you following the routine?

Is this appendicitis or internal organ damage?

Don't mess with me, bro—I'm just a soy-sauce guy.

Ding Tengfei took several deep breaths, steadied his emotions, and tried to comfort the casualty as much as possible: "Comrade, I know you're in pain, but don't focus on the pain for now! First tell me exactly what's going on."

Kong Long's face was hideous: "I can't take it anymore, I can't bear it. Ah, my stomach hurts so much, my intestines are full of, dog shit......"

"......."

"......"

Zhou Kaidong covered his face, lowered his head, and let out a muffled laugh.

Sure enough, when people are speechless, they want to laugh.

He went up, shoved Ding Tengfei aside, and kicked him.

From the pain, Kong Long's mouth instantly formed an 'O' shape, and the feces almost got kicked out from both ends!

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