Please, graduates, slay the demon!

"what?"

The soldier was taken aback.

Chen Yang felt another sharp pain in his heart.

His life was rapidly counting down, and Chen Yang could feel the muscles beneath his clothes dying.

Despite the pain, he repeated his question once more.

Meeting the determined gaze of the graduates, Da Bing finally realized:

"Yes, that's possible, because the front lines are really short-staffed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rate at which the curse was corroding Chen Yang's body began to slow down.

"But it depends on what crime you committed. If it's gang fighting, gambling, prostitution, or petty theft, you can still join the army. After all, you're all hot-blooded young men, and making mistakes is normal. There are ideological and political classes in the army, so I'm not worried that you won't be able to correct your mistakes..."

When the phrase "young and vigorous" was mentioned, Da Bing looked at Chen Yang meaningfully and gave him a knowing look.

Boys, who hasn't been impulsive when they were young?

But Chen Yang completely ignored his gaze:

"Then... what about the other kind, those heinous crimes, the most heinous crimes, how would you deal with them? Would you also let such people join the army?"

The soldier shook his head: "This kind of person definitely can't go to the battlefield."

In an instant, just as Chen Yang was about to accelerate his cursed body, the soldier changed the subject:

"But once you sign the enlistment agreement, you become a member of the army. The front lines are so short of manpower that anyone who can move their hands and feet will be kept on. These people will go to the logistics support department to do odd jobs. Criminals have problems with discipline and ideology, and they will not go to the battlefield unless absolutely necessary."

Instantly, the speed at which the curse corroded the body was reduced by more than half again.

Chen Yang was taken aback; the soldier was still squatting in front of him.

He was still kneeling like a dog.

Chen Yang coughed twice, somewhat awkwardly, then stood up, straightened his back, and saluted the soldier.

"Squad leader, I want to join the army."

"Okay!" The soldier patted Chen Yang on the shoulder solemnly, "But you're not qualified to sign a military contract yet."

"Huh?" Chen Yang had lost count of how many times he had been stunned today.

"Serving in the military is also a job; you have to have an interview first."

The soldier looked at the somewhat dazed Chen Yang with a half-smile:

"When you go to university or look for a job, you have to go through interviews. Our Investigation Legion has such a high demand for talent, how could we not conduct interviews? Do you think we're just some Tom, Dick, or Harry who can get in? We provide you with food and clothing. It's fine if you die on the battlefield on your first day, but if you end up paralyzed, the country will have to pay you a pension to support you for the rest of your life. It's not worth it."

That shouldn't be the case.

The Survey Corps suffers so many casualties every year.

Chen Yang had been standing in front of the recruitment booth for half an hour, but still hadn't seen anyone come for an interview.

Logically speaking, a unit that is so short-staffed shouldn't be so picky.

"Squad leader, what kind of style is this? How come I didn't know there were such regulations for enlisting? As long as your martial arts foundation isn't too bad and you're not disabled, you should be able to enlist, right?"

Beside a military pickup truck, under a recruitment banner, a remarkably young female soldier with tanned skin, sharp eyes, and short hair was speaking quietly.

The female soldier's name is Shen Nanfeng, and she is a high school graduate who enlisted in the previous year.

She also sensed something was wrong and was tilting her head, quietly asking her teammate next to her.

"Of course there's no such rule as an interview," a teammate replied. "The class monitor is complaining about that kid who glanced at the recruitment brochure and threw it in the trash. Those brochures were built on blood and tears; if that kid treated them like that, wouldn't the class monitor have to dampen his spirits?"

Shen Nanfeng made an "O" shape with her mouth, looked at the soldier's back, and nodded. That was indeed something she remembered this soldier would do.

"So, tell me, how does the class monitor plan to interview this guy?"

"This is my resume."

While Shen Nanfeng was whispering to his teammates, Chen Yang had already taken out his spare resume from his bag and handed it to Da Bing.

Without even looking, the soldier copied what Chen Yang had just done.

Fold the resume neatly and throw it into the trash can next to it.

This scene made the admissions office staff gasp in shock.

Everyone knew the squad leader in front of them and knew that he was really angry this time and was probably going to get serious about dealing with the kid, since he had lost the military recruitment brochure!

"I have absolutely no interest in your kind of miscellaneous stuff from exam-oriented education. If you can fight, then join the army; if you can't, then get lost."

After saying this, the soldier turned around and happened to catch Shen Nanfeng whispering in secret:

"Shen Nanfeng, step forward."

"arrive!"

The short-haired female soldier shuddered and strode out to salute.

The soldier then turned to look at Chen Yang, and pointed at Shen Nanfeng behind him with his thumb:

"Don't say I'm bullying you. This is a female soldier who enlisted a year earlier than you. You two practice together, and I'll see how good she is before I accept her."

The military pickup trucks blocked the entire road, forming a large fan-shaped circle that surrounded Chen Yang and Shen Nanfeng.

The soldier shook his head, returned to his unit, leaned against the vehicle door, and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Squad leader, aren't you being a bit presumptuous?"

A group of soldiers with blue beards gathered around the soldier and cautiously pointed at Shen Nanfeng's back, saying:

"Nanfeng is a new recruit, and she's a female soldier, that's true. But in the military competition after only one year of service, she eliminated a third of the veterans. It's not really appropriate to have her compete against a recent graduate, is it?"

The soldier glanced at the other man sideways, exhaled a smoke ring, but didn't say a word.

Seeing his squad leader's serious expression, the soldier had no choice but to shrink back and quietly wait for what would be a one-sided battle.

"Do I need to explain the rules to you?"

Shen Nanfeng spoke, and Chen Yang raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Compared to Shen Nanfeng's heroic appearance, the female soldier in front of him had a soft, sweet, and coquettish voice, with an accent reminiscent of those Qiong Yao dramas he had watched in his past life.

"I'll give you two choices. First, throw a punch at me; if you hit me, you score a point. Second, I'll hit you; however many times you dodge, that's how many points you score. The time limit is three minutes; scoring starts when you throw a punch."

Seemingly noticing that Chen Yang was paying attention to her accent, Shen Nanfeng began to switch to standard Mandarin, but she still couldn't suppress her soft, gentle tone.

"Then I'll choose the second option," Chen Yang said.

"Stubborn to the end," the squad leader muttered dismissively, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

This is a common game for new recruits. When they first joined the army, many new recruits would compete with female soldiers, and they would choose the latter out of superiority and male chauvinism, only to be beaten to a pulp.

Choosing the first option will result in zero points, but at least you won't get hurt.

You little brat, you threw away my admission brochure!

Thinking of Chen Yang spitting blood, and then looking at his current thin and indifferent face, Da Bing suddenly felt like laughing.

"They're here."

Shen Nanfeng let out a low shout, placed his fists on his waist, and stepped into a lunge position with his right foot. In the next second, he was already in front of Chen Yang. The two of them were nose to nose, their sword-like eyes meeting each other's cold and indifferent expressions.

Shen Nanfeng unleashed a powerful right-hand punch, aiming an uppercut at Chen Yang's face. The air exploded with a bang, and the punch carried a strong wind.

The platoon leader finally smiled, anticipating the sound of his jawbone shattering.

All the soldiers watched the scene unfold with calm expressions.

But a second after the fist was thrown, everyone simultaneously raised their eyebrows, widened their eyes, and opened their mouths slightly.

As Shen Nanfeng threw his fist, Chen Yang subconsciously took a half step back and slightly tucked his chin. Shen Nanfeng's fist grazed past Chen Yang's chin by a millimeter.

Yes, it was only a millimeter off, but it missed.

Chen Yang had a perfect grasp of the distance.

Seeing that his fist missed its mark, Shen Nanfeng's raised eyebrows were suppressed by the killing intent in his eyes.

The moment his right foot landed, he raised his left knee and kicked Chen Yang in the abdomen.

But as soon as Shen Nanfeng stretched out his foot, Chen Yang was already standing beside him.

This kick missed again.

The moment his left foot missed, Shen Nanfeng steadied himself, turned around, and with a fierce and domineering force, launched a spinning side kick at Chen Yang once again.

After the first two tests, Shen Nanfeng realized that the recent graduate in front of her was not simple, so in order to continue the principle in the army that the first battle must be a crushing defeat for new recruits, she went all out this time.

But Chen Yang still had that expressionless, deadpan face.

Faced with an unavoidable high-speed spinning kick, Chen Yang instinctively lowered his head, crawled on all fours for a few steps, and slipped under Shen Nanfeng's crotch to avoid the kick.

"Wow—"

At the same time, the surrounding veterans gaped in astonishment.

It's unclear whether they were shocked that Chen Yang had dodged the kick.

Still in shock, Chen Yang actually crawled between the girl's legs to avoid the attack.

The squad leader, still with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked completely indifferent.

But his body had changed from a lazy posture leaning against the car door to a solemn and standing soldier's posture.

Chen Yang felt the changes in his waist and leg muscles and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Actually, he chose the second interview format not because he cared about the girl.

Instead, the curse marks rotted his upper arm muscles, affecting his punching speed.

Otherwise, he would be very willing to punch the girl in front of him and make her face bruised.

Shen Nanfeng stood still.

She stared blankly at Chen Yang for a few moments, then took off her hat, revealing short, jet-black hair. She rolled up her sleeves, took a lunge, and was in front of Chen Yang in the next instant.

Then, with all his strength and a powerful gust of wind, he threw punches and kicked, aiming straight for Chen Yang's face and abdomen.

Shen Nanfeng was the best recruit last year; his movements were so fast that you could only see his afterimage.

But Chen Yang's dodging movements were so fast that they left afterimages.

Through prolonged jungle simulation combat, Chen Yang's dynamic vision capture ability has evolved to a level he himself is unaware of.

However, the gap between the best recruits and recent graduates remains unavoidable.

Shen Nanfeng's high-speed punches and kicks met Chen Yang's dodges. In a short time, the rapid anaerobic exercise caused Chen Yang to feel lactic acid buildup and his thigh and lower back muscles to start to ache.

As fatigue washed over him, in the final thirty seconds, Shen Nanfeng's punches and kicks began to land on Chen Yang's shoulders and abdomen.

But he never managed to hit Chen Yang in the face.

Knowing he was exhausted, Chen Yang desperately covered his face with his hands, letting Shen Nanfeng hit other parts of his body.

Even though he had already hit Chen Yang, Shen Nanfeng became increasingly anxious, desperately searching for an opening and trying to leave a wound on Chen Yang's face.

Since its inception, this traditional game has always meant that new recruits are beaten to a pulp by veterans!

Everyone goes through this!

The squad leader called me here so I could beat you to a pulp and leave you utterly humiliated!

I was the strongest recruit last year!

If you keep up your dignity like this, won't I lose face?

As the soldier blew his whistle, Shen Nanfeng stood stiffly, staring blankly at Chen Yang, whom he had knocked to the ground.

His clothes were slightly dirty, but his face was clean.

The soldier blew the whistle again:

"Shen Nanfeng is back in the team."

Shen Nanfeng nodded and reached out to Chen Yang to help him up.

Then he picked up his military cap from the ground, put it on, returned to the ranks expressionlessly, stood still with his hands behind his hips, and looked like he was about to die.

The veterans standing nearby, including the soldier himself, were trying to suppress their laughter when they saw this.

To outsiders, Chen Yang had lost.

But actually, Shen Nanfeng won't be able to sleep tonight.

Congratulations, you've been accepted.

The soldier handed a contract to Chen Yang.

It was a document wrapped in a blood-red cover, and when opened, every line of text was written in red ink.

Chen Yang held the contract and read it carefully.

The soldier stared blankly at Chen Yang, then pointed to the bottom of the contract:

"Just sign here."

"I know, but don't rush me."

Chen Yang read each word very slowly:

"I need to check if there are any unfair terms or conditions, so I don't get scammed without even realizing it. These days, job postings often do this kind of thing, so I have to be careful."

The soldier's lips twitched, and he felt his fist harden.

Young man, we are a state-owned enterprise and a public relations firm.

Do you know what a state-owned enterprise is, or what a public relations agency is?

To maintain his aloof and dignified class monitor persona, he suppressed his anger.

He reached out and gently patted Chen Yang's shoulder, saying with some appreciation:

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Xu Chuan, and I am the squad leader of this team."

"Chen Yang".

After reviewing the first contract and confirming that there were no problems, Chen Yang signed the last clause and then continued to review the other contracts.

Soldier Xu Chuan felt a little embarrassed. He pretended to be old and stern and squeezed Chen Yang's shoulder, but suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

He straightened his back, and looking down from Chen Yang's collar, you could clearly see layers of metal plates attached to his spine.

Xu Chuan was stunned.

Of course he knew what those metal pieces were.

To enhance the training effect, martial arts students will tie sandbags to their hands and feet for weight training.

Later, with the development of national science and technology, a metal patch was developed.

These patches look thin, but they are dense and heavy; a single metal sheet can weigh up to thirty kilograms.

Later, during the period when all martial arts students were preparing for the college entrance examination, they would stick layer after layer of training metal plates on their bodies whether they were sleeping, eating, walking, or playing.

"Were you... wearing that metal plate the whole time?"

"Um."

Chen Yang looked at the contract in front of him very carefully, turned the page gently, and then signed it.

Chen Yang felt a little uncomfortable taking off so many of the metal weights he had worn for weight training before the college entrance exam.

So, he also applied a layer of [something] a month after the college entrance examination.

The morning was for an interview, not a martial arts exam, so he didn't take it off.

Xu Chuan's interview came suddenly, and Shen Nanfeng's punch didn't bring much pressure, so he forgot about the weight plates he was wearing.

Xu Chuan was speechless. He glanced at Shen Nanfeng beside him and decided not to tell her about it.

Otherwise, some people will have a hard time falling asleep in the future.

After Chen Yang signed all the contracts, Xu Chuan had Chen Yang get into his military pickup truck, saying it was to take Chen Yang home as a new recruit.

After seeing Chen Yang get into the car, Xu Chuan used the tall bodies of several soldiers as a shield.

I quietly walked over to the trash can where I had just been.

He pulled out the discarded resume of Chen Yang.

After carefully reviewing Chen Yang's entire resume, Xu Chuan sighed deeply:

"Damn, I've struck gold!"

This kid is a bit too good.

But how could such an outstanding young man fail to get into university?

Are the barriers to entry for university and legitimate jobs really this high now?

After flipping through a few more pages, Xu Chuan frowned slightly upon seeing Chen Yang's family documents and could no longer speak.