Why did you make me reincarnate?

The first day of school passed just like that, and the campus remained relatively quiet in the days that followed.

The upperclassmen haven't started classes yet, so there's no need to queue in the cafeteria, and you can choose any seat in the library.

But this pleasant period only lasted two days before military training began.

Xu Chaoyang's class was relatively lucky, as the military training, originally scheduled for half a month, was shortened to one week due to the new campus.

Even so, the high-intensity training caused many people to complain bitterly.

The freshmen were taken to the playground and organized into companies according to their departments and classes. The uniforms they were issued were generally a size too big, and the green rubber shoes had hard soles and thin uppers, making their feet sore when they walked.

Wearing this standard outfit, even the prettiest girl will only be a silhouette when she stands in the line.

The instructor's surname was Guo. He was a man from Shandong with a face tanned as dark as charcoal and a voice even louder than Zhang Jian's.

On the first morning, we stood at attention from eight o'clock to ten o'clock, and some people in the ranks started to feel weak and sway.

Hu Hanlin was the first to give in; his face turned pale and he squatted down. Instructor Guo arranged for someone to help him to rest under the shade of a tree.

Zhang Jian was very steady; standing at over 1.8 meters tall, he looked like a telephone pole, but his military posture was still wrong no matter how many times he adjusted it.

The instructors were at their wits' end and could only relegate him to the back row as a lowly soldier.

Xu Chaoyang maintained the same posture and attitude, and Instructor Guo walked past him several times without finding anything wrong with him.

"What's your name?"

Xu Chaoyang.

Instructor Guo paid closer attention to the male student and only called Xu Chaoyang to the shade of a tree during the break.

He handed him a bottle of water, saying, "Your posture shows you have a foundation; you must have practiced before."

Xu Chaoyang took the drink and drank a sip. "I used to practice some Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), but I haven't touched it in a long time."

Instructor Guo nodded in satisfaction: "Your students from Zhejiang University are all smart, but your physical fitness is a bit lacking. You have a good foundation, so help me with the formations in the next few days."

"OK."

Xu Chaoyang never expected to become a model soldier in his life. In the following days, Instructor Guo was noticeably more lenient with him than others. When he was standing at attention, he would just nod and walk away. During daily training exercises, Instructor Guo would also ask Xu Chaoyang to help keep an eye on places that were out of sight.

Li Mu noticed these details and quietly asked during a break, "Third Brother, do you have some kind of deal with the instructor? Why is he so nice to you?"

"Maybe I'm just handsome."

"Damn, you're shameless."

The first three days were the hardest. We had to stand at attention for two hours at a time and march in formation for a whole morning. By the time we got back to the dormitory, our legs were so stiff we couldn't even bend them.

Zhang Jian was tough and didn't have any problems, but Hu Hanlin and Li Mu's first thing to do when they got home every day was to take off their shoes and rub their feet, resulting in several blisters on the soles of their feet.

Although Xu Chaoyang was also tired, he still had his basic skills and was much stronger than the others.

When teaching military boxing, he was asked to step forward and demonstrate. After performing it once, his movements were clean and crisp, so Instructor Guo let him lead half a company in training.

Hu Hanlin whispered in the queue, "Look at how smug Lao San is." Zhang Jian said, "He really does fight well. If you're not convinced, go out and fight him yourself." Only then did he shut up.

On the fourth night, things finally relaxed a bit, and the several teams started singing competitions face to face.

The entire company sat around on the parade ground. Instructor Guo led the singing of "Unity is Strength" and "Returning from Target Practice." After they finished singing, they had a rap battle with the company next door.

Whether you sing well or not is secondary; the most important thing is your spirit.

However, with Zhang Jian there, he and Instructor Guo together had voices that could rival half a company, and the School of Management really lost out.

After singing a few military songs, they started performing their talents.

First, a boy stood up and sang the currently popular song "Nunchucks," which drew cheers from the audience. The girls' team was not to be outdone and sang Faye Wong's "Fleeting Years" to overshadow him.

Then, someone actually requested a song by the Chuhe Band, "Blue Lotus! Give us a Blue Lotus!"

The one who shouted was a girl from the next company. Soon, some people in her company echoed her. A boy carried a Red Cotton guitar to the middle of the field. The strings were not tuned very well, but as soon as the intro started, the whole playground fell silent.

Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom...

His voice was a bit hoarse and not very pleasant, but it suited the energy of the song. When they sang the chorus, the two companies roared along, and the sound made the sycamore trees by the parade ground tremble.

Xu Chaoyang sat in the group and sang along, but his voice was so mixed in with the crowd that no one could hear him.

After the singing competition ended, a few girls huddled together and were still talking about the Chuhe Band.

"I still have Chuhe's cassette tape; it's out of print and no longer being released."

"Me too, I can sing 'The Ordinary Road' backwards by heart, why haven't they released any new songs yet?"

"I heard they disbanded."

"Disband my ass! I have a fellow townsman at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. I heard that two of Chuhe's core members are there, rehearsing in the art studio every day."

Some questioned, "Perhaps he's run out of ideas; he's played his two trump cards and can't keep up with the follow-up."

"After all, they are just two high school students. It's already incredibly lucky that they were able to write these two poems."

Xu Chaoyang was twirling a foxtail grass he had picked up from the ground in his hand. Upon hearing this, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

Zhang Jian, who was nearby, overheard this and leaned over to say, "Third brother, aren't you from Wenzhou? Do you know Chu He? I heard he's the same age as you."

"I don't know him."

"Really? Vancouver is only a small city. How far was your high school from theirs?"

"It's quite far."

Zhang Jian looked disappointed and turned back to listen to the boys' conversation.

Some people say that if Chuhe releases a new song, they will buy it no matter how expensive it is.

The seven-day military training came to an end in the blink of an eye, and Xu Chaoyang was chosen by Instructor Guo to stand in the first row as the model soldier for the report performance.

Zhang Jian whispered to him, "Walk slower later, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up."

Xu Chaoyang laughed and said, "You're a few centimeters taller than me."

Zhang Jian said it had nothing to do with height, but rather with rhythm.

Just as he predicted, he was half a beat too fast when marching, and accidentally stepped on Hu Hanlin's shoe, knocking it off. Hu Hanlin hopped two steps on one foot and, amidst the laughter of the entire company, blushed as he put the shoe back on.

As soon as military training ended, the atmosphere on campus immediately changed.

Perhaps out of a sense of revenge, the girls all changed into clothes they had been saving at the bottom of their closets.

Suddenly, all sorts of exquisite long dresses appeared on campus, making people look like a completely different person walking down the street. The beauty that had been sealed away by the military uniform was suddenly unleashed overnight.

The upperclassmen have a keen sense of smell, and groups of senior boys began to appear downstairs at the freshman dormitory, some even coming up directly to ask for contact information.

Freshman boys are naturally at a disadvantage. They can't even remember the opening hours of the bathhouse. After they adapt to the new environment, they find that pretty girls already have upperclassmen carrying their bags and fetching water for them.

Zhang Jian was the first to sense the crisis. On the second day after military training ended, at noon, he saw a tall and strong boy helping He Lu carry her tray in the cafeteria, and the two were chatting and laughing.

Zhang Jian rushed back to his dorm room before he had even finished his meal, kicking the door open and yelling, "It's over! Someone's got their eye on He Lu!"