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The playground became eerily quiet for a moment.

The wind blew across the sweltering training ground, stirring up the fine sand and making the stray hairs on everyone's foreheads flutter, but it couldn't dispel the extreme awkwardness of the situation.

The counselor's statement, "Special approval from the school, full exemption from military training," was like a light but powerful punch that landed squarely on Basil's face.

No freshman dared to laugh out loud openly, but everyone's shoulders were trembling slightly.

Everyone knows the answer.

President Luo, who swaggered in with his student council entourage, was there to establish his authority and settle personal scores.

As a result, after gathering all their strength and momentum, they rushed to the center of the battlefield only to find that...

The opponent wasn't even online.

This isn't about establishing authority over new students; it's a massive, socially devastating attack.

The student council members standing nearby were also at a loss, standing there in a dilemma.

I came with the president to put on a show, thinking it would be a chance to take advantage of the situation and make the new students shine. But it turned out to be a one-man show with the president.

No one dared to look up and make eye contact; everyone kept their heads down, pretending not to see anything, afraid that they would all be caught in the crossfire the next second.

The counselor glanced at the stiff-faced basil, and added a sharp remark in a calm tone, each word clear and decisive, officially sealing the verdict in front of everyone.

"This is a pre-registered exclusive agreement between the admissions office and the college, and it is compliant and legal."

The special talent introduction policy for top-tier students is not covered by the general freshman management regulations, and the student union has no right to interfere, nor does it require special registration.

In short, it completely shuts down all avenues of retreat.

Tell everyone present directly: it wasn't Zhang Yifan or Shen Zhiyi who broke the rules, it was Luo Le who didn't understand the rules, took things too seriously, and stirred up trouble recklessly.

The smile on Basil's face froze completely, and her confident and arrogant expression gradually faded into an ugly mix of paleness and embarrassment.

He gripped the student council work manual tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white. A surge of overwhelming frustration and resentment welled up inside him, yet he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

There's no way to refute it.

He's a top student whom the school is begging to recruit, enjoying all the best benefits. He's just a student leader who flaunts his connections. The difference in their levels is too great; they're not even in the same league.

A few seconds later, he could only forcefully suppress his surging emotions, squeeze out an awkward smile, and stubbornly save face.

"Oh, I see. I was unaware of this beforehand and it was a misunderstanding."

He spoke politely and seemed to have saved face, but everyone could see that he was completely and utterly admitting defeat.

After saying that, Basil couldn't stay any longer and didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Leading a group of dejected student council members, he turned and hurriedly left, his back view rushed and stiff, showing no trace of the spirited demeanor he had just displayed.

It appeared to be a graceful exit, but in reality, it was a hasty retreat.

Once Basil and his group had completely disappeared from sight, the oppressive atmosphere on the playground instantly exploded, with a dense murmur of discussion filling the entire area.

In the queue, Wang Hao, Lin Zhe, and Zhao Peng finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The three men kept their heads down, pretending to stand at attention seriously, but their shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, and they were almost bursting out laughing.

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with barely concealed glee at the spectacle.

As one of the few insiders present, watching the entire school's onlookers collectively bewildered and witnessing the student council president's massive social breakdown, the feeling of secretly knowing the inside story and enjoying the show to the fullest was simply too satisfying.

The girls' line was also rife with undercurrents.

Xia Ran and Liu Fei bit their lips tightly, lowered their heads and chuckled, their eyes full of relaxed mockery.

They were already aware of Shen Zhiyi's privileges and calmly watched the whole thing unfold, seeing Su Man's high expectations from the morning gradually dashed and her mentality completely collapse.

At this moment, Su Man stood stiffly in the line, her face ashen, her heart aching and choked with resentment, feeling as if she were suffocating.

The big show she had been looking forward to for two whole days was completely aborted.

She was waiting to see Zhang Yifan be publicly humiliated, to see Shen Zhiyi be implicated and embarrassed, and to see this once-popular couple fall from grace.

The results of it?

They don't even play.

No military training, no sun exposure, no being controlled – they could lie back and enjoy their lives in peace and comfort. On the contrary, Basil, who was eager to watch the show, became the laughing stock of the entire school.

Everyone else was struggling to stand at attention and endure the scorching sun of late summer, but Shen Zhiyi and Zhang Yifan were the only ones who defied all the rules and were carefree.

On what grounds?

Why are some people born superior, who don't have to suffer or fit in, and can still receive special treatment from the school?

Jealousy, like fine vines, clung tightly to Su Man's heart, making her feel uncomfortable all over, yet she was helpless to stop it.

Xia Ran caught a glimpse of her unpleasant expression out of the corner of her eye, and secretly exchanged a glance with Liu Fei, their eyes filled with disdain.

It's sour, really sour.

Lacking vision, truly lacking vision.

They earned their privileges through their own abilities, openly and fairly. Who are they to point fingers and be jealous of them?

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the boys' dormitory 219.

In stark contrast to the scorching sun and sweltering heat of the playground, this place is a tranquil and pleasant place with a gentle breeze blowing through the windows and a comfortable temperature.

Zhang Yifan woke up naturally, slowly opening his eyes. There was no alarm clock to urge him on, no pressure from the gathering, and he felt incredibly comfortable.

He stretched and sat up. Outside the window, there was a cacophony of voices and noise, and the entire campus was filled with the clamor of military training.

Everyone else is busy with hard work, but he alone enjoys leisure.

Zhang Yifan casually picked up his phone, opened the class group chat, and looked at the messages flooding the chat with notices about military training assembly, emphasizing discipline, and reminding people to take precautions against the heat. His eyes were filled with indifference.

He tapped his finger and sent a message to Shen Zhiyi.

They all suffered in the sun, while the two of us lay around slacking off.

Two seconds later, Shen Zhiyi replied with a gentle smile.

[There's nothing we can do; someone did so well on the college entrance exam that they gave us two weeks of leisurely vacation.]

Zhang Yifan looked at the screen and chuckled softly.

There's no need to suffer unnecessarily, not even for a second longer.

This isn't laziness; it's the confidence that comes from strength.

He leisurely got out of bed to wash up, opened a food delivery app, and picked out several exquisite breakfasts. Unlike other freshmen, he didn't have to rush to the assembly point after just a few bites of food.

At the same time, inside the girls' dormitory.

Shen Zhiyi leaned against her desk. Outside the window, the sun was blazing, while inside, a cool breeze was blowing.

She flipped through the book in her hand, occasionally glancing down at her phone, her expression relaxed and serene, showing no trace of the anxiety and busyness of those around her.

For others, the first lesson of the new semester is military training, enduring hardship, obeying rules, and carefully integrating into the group.

Her first lesson of the new semester was to live a peaceful and carefree life, free from worldly trifles.

The gap was starkly apparent from the very first day of school.

……

On this side of the playground, military training is proceeding as usual.

But the famous scene of the large-scale death of the student at the university had already been secretly filmed by the freshmen present, and within a few minutes, it spread directly to the school forum and freshman group.

The post quickly rose to the top of the trending topics list, and its popularity exploded throughout the entire campus.

[I can't believe it! The student council president spent all night preparing to crush the top student, but it turns out that student doesn't have to do military training!]

[The most unjust scene of the year: Basil's one-woman revenge drama, with no one else acting in it!]

[A devastating blow! The provincial top scorer skips levels right from the start, rendering the student council's power completely ineffective!]

The comment section below the post was completely flooded with comments from upperclassmen across the internet, who were laughing and gossiping.

"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard! The opponent just withdrew from the match, that was so tragic and hilarious!"

"Basil has really shot herself in the foot this time; she's been showing off and run into a brick wall!"

"Top students really do have privileges. Tsinghua University's admissions office really spoils the top scorer; they'd even agree to conditions like this!"

"I feel sorry for the guild leader for three seconds. He charged up his ultimate attack, aimed it at the enemy, and then the shooting range was demolished by the authorities!"

"This isn't targeting freshmen; it's publicly elevating the top scorer and making their moment of glory special!"

The internet was abuzz with laughter, with countless people making jokes, watching the drama unfold, and simply enjoying the spectacle.

Just two days ago, the forum was buzzing about Basil being publicly humiliated and losing face, and many people felt sorry for him.

Now look what happened, he's completely become the biggest scapegoat and clown in the whole school this year.

Basil, who was barely resting and calming herself under the shade of a tree, had her phone vibrating incessantly. The moment she opened the forum, her pupils contracted and her face turned ashen.

The screen was filled with jokes, sarcasm, and gossip, like countless needles piercing the most painful spot on his self-esteem.

The pent-up frustration, resentment, and anger that I had just forcibly suppressed rebounded instantly, completely engulfing my entire body.

He stared intently at the trending post on the screen, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, his chest heaving violently, and the arrogance in his eyes was completely replaced by gloom.

Military training is a completely blocked option.

His only stage, where he could publicly assert his authority and establish his power, has completely collapsed.

But he refused to accept it.

Extreme resentment grew and spread wildly in my heart.

On what grounds?

Why should a freshman have the privilege of breaking all the rules?

Why is it that he, who holds real power in the student council and has a powerful background, is repeatedly humiliated and loses face in front of Zhang Yifan?

Why is everyone watching him make a fool of himself while those two newcomers get all the spotlight?

Basil took a deep breath, suppressing the ferocity in his eyes, and his face returned to calm, but his heart had already turned completely black.

Military training won't get you anywhere.

I can't target you in public.

It's okay.

Four years of university life, and the road ahead is still long.

Military training is just the most superficial stage of the competition.

The next steps include class evaluations, credit assessments, campus resources, student council circles, and public opinion within the school…

He has plenty of ways to slowly wear down, slowly deplete, and slowly salvage the situation.

Basil looked up at the empty dormitory building in the distance, a sinister obsession hidden in his eyes.

Zhang Yifan, Shen Zhiyi.

This match is not over yet.

You can escape military training, but you can't escape four years of university.

I want to see if you can continue to have such smooth sailing and such privileged lives.

……