You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"Shall we have a match?"

The instructor looked Jiang Che up and down as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

His eyes were full of contempt and mockery.

Being 1.86 meters tall is indeed considered tall among college students, but what's the use of being tall?

Compared to a professional soldier like him who trains every day, he's just a pretty boy who hasn't been weaned yet, and he's not worth fearing at all.

"You want to compete with me?" the drill instructor grinned mockingly. "Kid, did you get heatstroke during military training?"

The surrounding students were also in an uproar.

Lin tide was the first to panic, grabbing Su Qinghe's arm and whispering, "Qinghe, you have to stop your Jiang Che! This instructor looks trained; what if he gets seriously injured?"

Su Qinghe raised her eyes to look at Jiang Che's back.

The sunlight slanted in from the east side of the playground, gilding his shoulders with a golden edge.

His posture was very casual and relaxed, and his expression was indifferent, showing no unusual emotions whatsoever.

Only Su Qinghe saw the coldness hidden beneath that lazy demeanor.

Ah Che was really angry.

After a moment, Su Qinghe lowered her eyelashes and looked away, saying softly, "He can beat him."

Lin tide was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard.

She wanted to try to persuade her again, but it was too late.

At this moment, the instructor had already taken off his camouflage jacket and tossed it to the teammate next to him, revealing the muscular physique wrapped in a tight military green T-shirt underneath.

His arms were as thick as someone's thighs, and the veins on his forearms were bulging; just looking at them was enough to instill fear.

He moved his shoulders a couple of times, and his joints cracked and popped.

"You just said you wanted to make a bet, right? If I win, you drop out; if you win, I leave?"

Jiang Che nodded without much expression.

The instructor turned his neck and sneered at the students next to him, "You all heard that, right? He asked for it. Don't blame me for being heavy-handed when he gets beaten to tears."

The crowd immediately moved back a circle, making room for the two of them.

Many people have already raised their phones to record the event.

Many people were frantically calling on their classmates and friends who couldn't come to come and watch together.

Upon receiving the news, Xu Wenbin immediately led Lu Ziang and Song Mingxuan straight to the Seventh Company.

When Xu Wenbin arrived at the scene, he was already covered in sweat and kept muttering, "Holy crap, holy crap, this is insane."

After his gaze locked onto Jiang Che in the center of the arena, Xu Wenbin immediately strode forward and grabbed Jiang Che's arm.

He then lowered his voice anxiously and said, "Old Jiang, calm down! This guy's carried a gun before, aren't you just asking for trouble by fighting him?"

Jiang Che glanced at him sideways, amused, and asked, "Old Xu, how did you know I wasn't calm?"

"If you want to stay calm, could you challenge him to a one-on-one fight?"

"Does bringing this up mean I'm being unreasonable?"

Jiang Che's smile faded, and his tone became flat: "If I don't bring it up, and he calls the school leaders over, will the matter of Qinghe being bullied just be left unresolved?"

"Do you think you can't guess what will happen next? The excuse of groping doesn't hold water. The instructor was just correcting the students' movements. At most, the school will just criticize the instructor a couple of times."

"After the criticism, are you going to move the instructor to another company so he can continue to disgust others?"

Xu Wenbin opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't find a single word to refute Jiang Che.

Yes, these instructors are Liu Wei's soldiers; the school can't control military personnel.

Moreover, even if the school could manage it, it would most likely try to avoid trouble and minimize the issue.

In the end, it's the girls who get taken advantage of who suffer the most.

At this moment, the instructor had already stood in the center of the open space. Seeing that Jiang Che was still talking, he impatiently beckoned to Jiang Che with his finger, "Come on, come on, you're all grown men, stop dawdling."

"The rules will be as you say. If I win, I'll apologize and leave. If I lose, you pack your bags and get out."

Jiang Che didn't say anything more, and deftly took off his military training jacket and handed it to Xu Wenbin next to him.

All that was left inside was a white short-sleeved shirt, the lines of her shoulders and back creating a clean silhouette beneath the thin fabric.

Long-term strength training helped Jiang Che develop a lean, muscular physique, with every inch tightly attached to his bones, making him look no less muscular than his instructor.

"A-Che".

Su Qinghe's voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Che turned around and saw her walking out of the crowd, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, held it to his lips, and smiled slightly. "Take a couple of sips before you start, to soothe your throat."

Lin tide was stunned.

Zhao Weilan was also stunned.

The other girls looked at Su Qinghe with bewilderment and confusion, each putting a question mark above their heads.

Sister, your boyfriend is about to get into a fight with a professional soldier, and you're just going to hand him a bottle of water?

The instructor scoffed at the scene before him, "Hey, hey, hey, are you done with your lovey-dovey act? If you're done, hurry up and finish it."

Faced with the instructor's urging, Jiang Che simply ignored him.

After taking a few sips of water, he returned the water bottle to Su Qinghe and then reached out to rub her head.

"Finish the rest before drinking."

After saying that, he turned around and walked slowly towards the center of the open space.

The students watching became restless and nervous as the two were about to start fighting.

Xu Wenbin also nervously clutched Jiang Che's military training uniform jacket, his palms covered in sweat.

"Old Song, do you think Old Jiang can handle this?" He turned to Song Mingxuan beside him anxiously.

Song Mingxuan pushed up his glasses, his tone uncertain: "Well... from a rational perspective, the difference in fighting ability between a professional soldier and an ordinary college student is indeed significant, and Jiang Che's chances of winning are not high."

"Alright, alright, stop analyzing." Xu Wenbin scratched his head in annoyance. "Your analysis is making me even more panicked."

Lu Ziang stood on the periphery of the crowd, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Jiang Che and the instructor, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

In the center of the arena, the instructors finished their warm-up and assumed a standard fighting stance.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, lower your center of gravity, and place your fists in front of and behind you to protect your face.

It looks quite plausible.

In contrast, Jiang Che just stood there casually, his hands hanging at his sides, not even assuming the most basic defensive posture.

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, the instructor curled his lips into a mocking smile: "What, scared out of your wits? It's not too late to admit defeat now. Kneel down, kowtow to grandpa, and admit your mistake, and grandpa will treat what you just said as bullshit."

Jiang Che tilted his head, his tone carrying a hint of genuine doubt: "Instructor, do you always chat for this long before a fight?"

"puff--"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The instructor's face darkened, and without further ado, he suddenly exerted force with his feet and charged towards Jiang Che in one stride.

He clenched his right fist and smashed it towards Jiang Che's face with a whooshing sound.

This punch was incredibly powerful and fast, and it certainly looked intimidating to ordinary people.

A collective gasp immediately filled the air.