Chapter 100: No Title
Editor: Geoffrey_
“Is this person… our instructor? That fatty who looks harmless?” A female cadet exerted all her strength on the arm of another female cadet beside her, asking her with a look of disbelief. That female cadet who was being grabbed upon opened her mouth widely and took in a deep breath. Whether she was in pain or frightened, she remained stunned and speechless.
Regardless whether it was the maintenance camp or the special forces camp, the cadets did not know how to express their current feelings and were all startled beyond words.
That was even more so for the cadets of the special forces camp, including those old soldiers; they felt as if they had been smacked fiercely on the face! No wonder others would say that ignorance is bliss. Comparing themselves to Fatty, they felt that just with their few colors would never be enough for others to look at [1]. The military was filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. In the past, they always thought that if the heaven was first, then they would be second. Now, they knew otherwise—all those were just farts!
Katherine had even covered her terrified face as she looked upon Fatty. She had honestly never thought that this fair and plump chap would be so formidable. Wasn’t challenging him simply seeking her death? So the other party was letting her go her way and it was truly as what he had said—her minuscule combat techniques were merely just a move or two of child-play kung fu. If that single kick of his landed on her body, would the cells and flesh on this body of hers still have anything left behind?
Fatty did not care about those cadets. Since he wanted to display how awe-inspiring he was, then he would do so to the end! He would completely make sure all these people, who did not know how high the heavens were and how thick the earth was, were convinced! Otherwise, there would be even more trouble in the future.
Coldly sneering, he walked towards the side of the training ground belonging to the special forces camp. Turning back to look at those dumb-as-wooden-chicken cadets, he said, “Is the special forces that amazing?!”
Grabbing a training grenade, he abruptly threw it. That grenade moved through a beautiful arc over the skies before directly landing outside the perimeters of the training ground! After that, he grabbed two bayonets before reversing one and piercing it into the high-density power measurement mark, all the way until the handle could not even be seen. As for the other bayonet, he did not even look as he threw it. That bayonet flew across 15 meters before landing right on the throat of the figure.
Fatty had looked at those wide mouths of the special forces cadet while taking a standard rifle used by the special forces. After a few sounds of pitter-patter, in just a few seconds, he had dismantled the rifle into a pile of parts, and then, closing his eyes, he used an extremely fast speed to return the rifle to its original shape.
Fatty was originally a paragon of someone who would get hyped up when in front of an audience. At this moment, he was becoming addicted. With a pat on the energy box, he raised the rifle, aiming it at the target 100 meters away before sweeping it across. The bullets did not hit the heart of the target, but instead, it lined up in a line before cutting through the neck of the target. The special forces cadets all knew that this fatty was too lazy to let them go and check the results of hitting the mark and was using this method to tell others that the rifle was meant to be played this way!
Throwing the rifle aside, he then walked towards the obstacle course before tossing a stopwatch and unhurriedly pressed it, after which he suddenly leapt out just like a cheetah. That enormous explosiveness had allowed him to accelerate to his maximum speed within moments. Walls of one meter tall, two meters tall, three meters tall were all treated like there were no obstacles at all; none of them could slow down his movements. After passing through the wall of three meters tall, in just three steps, he crossed over the single-wooden bridge. His body had not even swayed even once. The rope course was even more like one that had been meant as a warm-up for him. Every time he climbed, there would not be a single strand of time or energy wasted. Reaching the mud pool, Fatty was just like a crocodile hunting; that body of his that seemed stupid had actually flew through the pool quickly. Although his back was mere centimeters away from the barbed wire above and his posture did not look good, his speed was frightening. After that, the horizontal pole and other obstacles could not slow him down at all. It was only when he finished the entire obstacle course did he finally slow down and take out the stopwatch before stopping it.
None of them needed to look at the stopwatch in his hand; the special forces training camp cadets all knew that compared to this fatty, even their own instructor wasn’t his match!
What was called a commando? This was!
The special forces cadets were ashamed and unable to show their faces. They had merely learned some chicken feather, garlic skin [2] before strutting out and terrorizing others. Only now did they finally know how ignorant they were!
Even though Fatty was showing off, he had the means to do so! Only such a person had the qualifications to boast! And being laughed by this person was fine. If he did not have the qualifications to laugh at you, then who would?!
After training for a week, these cadets finally understood that being part of the special forces was not something as easy as they had thought it would be. They had to put in countless times more sweat and maybe even blood than the ordinary soldiers. Without undergoing tens of thousands of tough trainings, one would never be qualified to become an appropriate commando, and for them to participate in this training camp with their vanity, was something they could only blame themselves for!
The captain instructor of the special forces camp really felt regretful. He had never thought that this fat first lieutenant, who did not seem he could run, was actually a veteran of the special forces. Furthermore, not only was he a veteran, he was also one of the best. Whichever special forces camp he was placed in, he would still remain as the first choice of becoming the company commander!
Just based on what the other party had revealed, he was really far off from him! If this was on the battlefield in the rear enemy lines, meeting such a commando would only have one outcome—death. In the special forces, only the most outstanding person had the capabilities to speak. This was the tradition passed down from several hundreds of years in the Federation special forces, and this was a rule! Only with power could one shoulder the responsibility of ensuring the troops were safe, only with power could he be the insurance to completing the mission!
The captain knew that there was a purpose for this fatty to show off. He chose the most basic subjects of the special forces.
His skills in unarmed wrestling need not be said; seeing that fried-dough-twist-like steel railing and the fallen tree was enough to prove it. His skills in armed combat was proven by those two stabs that included both close and far range, showing how others would never be his opponent! He was fierce and accurate! As for the rifle, there was no need for an explanation—the other party was truly an expert in playing with rifles! Dismantling, assembling, and shooting were all at an extreme standard! As for the grenade throwing, the other party had merely gave it a toss, and his distance was more than 60 meters away from the perimeter walls of the training ground—he did that casually as if he was playing! The obstacle course was one that made others feel shocked. It felt like this fatty had been born for this purpose. One could simply see that the other party had reached this standard after training and embroiling for long periods of time in battles behind the enemy lines!
What the captain did not know was that after the war started, Fatty had escaped from the battlefield for more 20 times, and whatever terrain there was was something he had ran from before. Adding that thousands of kilometers in distance would ensure his technique in this aspect to be absolutely number one under the heavens.
Compared to the silence of the special forces camp, the maintenance camp cadets were in seventh heaven. They had long treated fatty as a deity in their heart, these cadets had originally not seen before the world outside, and furthermore, they were at the age of idolizing heroes. With their own instructor, who had used his own prowess to vent the anger of these cadets, that sort of feeling were entirely invigorating to the maximum!
Their decision of coming to this maintenance camp was correct! This fatty was someone they would certainly follow! Bull, he was truly too bullish [3]! What was an expert? This was an expert! Furthermore, the other party had been concealing himself. You would not know when he would become crazy, and this caused all of them to helpless start idolizing him!
Fatty saw the expressions of marvel on everyone and could not help but feel joy. This father had been forced to this state that time by the black bear instructor, suffering until today when I could finally take my revenge. Occasionally showing off felt damningly addictive.
Right as he was feeling joy, he suddenly heard a fierce shout, “Who threw this grenade!” Fatty turned around, only to see that it was Hamid. He took that training grenade and walked over with a furious expression that seemed to be here to seek punitive actions.
Fatty was startled: “Who did it hit?”
The moment Hamid saw it was him, his attitude immediately became docile again and asked, “Was it you who threw it?” Seeing fatty nodding, he placed that training grenade in his hand before continuing, “It almost hit General Russell. Remember to be careful next time!”
Fatty felt a burst of terror. He scolded himself for being so happy that he forgot about his place. Hurriedly replying, he said, “Pardon me, pardon me, I’m way too careless!”
Several of the cadets who saw that fatty had actually almost “crushed” Russell to death with the grenade felt schadenfreude. This fatty would most likely have a serious ending, yet in the end, the next sentence said by Hamid had caused them to be stunned.
Hamid said to Fatty, “Just nice, general has asked me to inform you that he has a meeting this afternoon and will not be having lessons with you. You should go arrange time to study some examples of battles by yourself.”
The moment Hamid left, he left behind a group of dumbstruck wooden chickens.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Chaos_
Chaos_ [1] They lacked in kung fu compared to Fatty, so much so that it wasn’t worth for others to view them. Author uses color to describe how colorful it is.
[2] Some trivial techniques.
[3] Very fierce as an expert.
Chapter 101: No Title
Editor: Geoffrey_
Seeing how those cadets were turning crazy, Fatty knew that this time, the impact was truly too great. Hamid was a direct person; he would say whatever there was to say. Everyone knew that until now, the academy had not yet officially started its lessons. Those who registered for the two modules taught by Russell had almost started fighting, as there was a quota on those who could attend his classes. The leaders of the academy had already convened several meetings to confirm who would attend his lectures, but nobody had ever heard of someone who could receive Russell’s tutelage alone.
One needed to just think further on Hamid’s words before he would understand that this maintenance camp instructor was Russell’s first disciple! Just solely judging on the fact that Russell had to send someone and inform Fatty when he was attending a meeting would allow others to know how bullish this person was.
In the past when Russell was still part of the Gyaca Woods Empire, many of his battle examples were included in the syllabus of the education in the Leray Federation. The number of people who idolized him could not be counted! Thereafter, when the Gyaca Woods Empire brazenly invaded the Federation, the person commanding the Imperial Army was naturally Russell. At that moment, everyone in the Federation held deep-bone hatred towards him! But this sort of hatred was not enough to conceal their reverence and fear towards this military expert. When these cadets were discussing, they had mentioned many times of finding a way to assassinate Russell! Wiping out the existence of this person was practically the thought the Federation had during their most difficult time. This person was truly too dangerous!
When these violent thoughts were traced back to their roots, naturally, it was due to the foundation built upon their reverence towards Russell’s capabilities in military affairs.
After Russell joined their nation, his insurrection immediately caused the entire Gyaca Woods Empire’s offense on Newton Galaxy to crumble entirely. No matter how much they hated this person, it had instead been transformed into ineffable joy!
The more hated the person was, the happier others would be! Russell’s accomplishments in military affairs had finally stopped being used by the enemies of the Federation. On the contrary, he was the guarantee towards Federation’s future victory against the other nation! For the Gyaca Woods Empire to lose their top general, what could they do after that? They could only count down the days to their destruction!
Becoming the disciple of this famous general was the dream of every single cadet in the military academy. It might possibly even be the dream of many young commanding officers.
This dream had once been relinquished by Fatty. Fortunately, those who knew of this matter were few. Otherwise, Fatty would most likely be cursed to death by others.
Looking at these cadets who would become future soldiers and seeing the fireworks in their eyes, Fatty began to feel alarmed and immediately waved his hand: “Let’s forget about everything. Everyone should continue working hard in their learning! Dismissed, dismissed!” Saying that, he immediately ran off.
The special forces camp cadets felt grief to the extent that they were half-dead. Why was this fatty not their instructor?!
The one feeling even more grieved than others was Katherine. She truly wanted to turn back time, and if possible, all the way until that moment when Fatty was squeezing his way amidst the crowd of female students. This lesson taught to her would be engraved in her mind. She finally understood what it meant by “judging a book by its cover” and would never do so for eternity and neither would she ever despise a fatty. Others need not be said, but the other party was, at the very least, heavier than you are!
How would the maintenance camp cadets let Tian Xing Jian go that easily? They surrounded Fatty with three layers on the outside and three layers on the inside and went jabbering non-stop.
Fatty angrily shouted, “A group of ingrates! Today, you have thrown the face of this father! If not for that white rabbit student who came to call me, I’d not have known what had happened! A group of males being beaten so thoroughly by a female student… is that something you can be proud of?”
A male student mumbled, “Our profession is research-based. How could people like us, who used our brain, fight with others who move their fists?”
Fatty jumped up three feet high before scolding, “You will not fight if you can’t win? Are you engineers and I am not?” The more he thought, the angrier he got. Damn, this father took on the responsibility of protecting the nation. None of you should ever think of escaping from me. He immediately commanded, “From today onwards, everyone will be undergoing physical training! Otherwise, all of you will be like bean sprouts when pulled outside that could be bullied by anyone. Everyone, start running!”
Fatty jumped up and down in releasing his anger. Those rogue cadets knew this wretched person had changed the topic, and yet, they couldn’t do anything. Instead of tasting the lamb, they ended up creating trouble for themselves. Despite the blame overflowing to the heavens, they were ultimately forced to begin the strengthening plan decided by Fatty.
The white rabbit student ended up behind. She happily jumped towards Fatty and said, “Instructor, I’ve measured the weight of my luggage and it really was 25 kilograms! You are really accurate!” After that, she asked Fatty bewilderedly, “Instructor, why do you call me big white rabbit? Am I really white?”
Fatty bled from his seven orifices as he struggled to reply, “That’s right, really, really white!” That “white” from being an idiot [1]!
It was seldom for him to not have lessons for half a day. Fatty had taken the initiative to forget the arrangement given by Russell for him to study battle examples on his own. Coincidentally, today was the day An Lei was resting at home, so he decided to go back home and revel with his eyes.
After training those maintenance camp cadets to the extent that they were foaming from their mouths, Fatty did not care how bitter they were towards him and went home directly.
Mother An was having an afternoon nap. An Lei, though, was curled up on the sofa watching the television; however, as she was afraid of disturbing Mother An, An Lei decided to use her earphones.
Fatty stealthily walked towards the sofa. He wanted to find the best angle to peep, yet in the end, he found out with disappointment that the shirt worn by An Lei did not give him any opportunities. ‘I’ll never choose a designer who designs this sort of home-worn clothes!’ Fatty angrily cursed in his heart.
The living room was really quiet, and there was only the occasional soft laugh coming from An Lei as she watched the television. The clock hanging on the wall was tick-tocking non-stop as well, seemingly as if it was reminding him that time would never stop. Fatty stood behind the sofa silently as he watched An Lei, watching this gentle and sweet-tempered girl, watching that alluring, lovable figure of hers with curves akin to water ripples, watching her swan-like neck with a pair of mellow and full shoulders, watching that perfectly round, soft bosom that appeared firm and upright when set off against the slender waist of hers, watching that beautiful butt that pulled on a moving arc, watching the innocent yet concentrated expression she had when watching the television, and watching her curled up on the sofa just like an indolent kitten.
Fatty felt that no matter how he watched, it would still not be enough. He truly wanted to stand here forever and watch this little girl who was engrossed in the television as time ticked by until he grew old.
When the television programme ended, An Lei took out her earphones regretfully. For the sake of not frightening her, Fatty slid to the door and made some sound from opening the door.
Seeing that Fatty had come back, An Lei ran over barefooted before delightedly asking, “When did you come back? Do you not need to go for your lessons later?”
Fatty replied naively, “Mn, there’s nothing this afternoon. I have been competing with others before noon, causing my entire body to be full of mud, so I came back to bathe. Want to bathe together?” An Lei shyly gave Fatty a look with that red face of hers: “I’ll bring your clothes.”
While waiting for her to bring down his clothes, Fatty had long tunneled into the bathroom. An Lei knocked on the door and said, “I’ve brought your clothes… I’ll place it…” She had yet to finish her words before Fatty replied with a loud voice, acting as if he had not heard anything, “Ah, you’ve brought them already? So fast!”
“Shua!” This wretched person opened the door in the nude before asking foolishly, “Where are the clothes?” An Lei screamed out. She had never thought that Fatty would be so evil. Immediately closing her eyes, she said, “Darling Tian, you are such a pervert!”
Fatty did not care that much. After taking his clothes, he pulled An Lei into the bathroom before closing the door.
[1] 白痴的白: “白痴” refers to idiot. “白” refers to white. So the white in idiot.
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