I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

Ten minutes later, Lin Ye stood at the entrance of the negative seven training area.

He soon discovered that not only did the capital city not offer night shift pay, but it also didn't guarantee survival.

Negative seven and negative three are completely different.

The negative three consists of files, screens, and cold light.

The negative seven is like a super-sized gym.

Lin Ye swiped his access card and went inside.

The moment the door opened, the sound rushed out.

The training area is very large.

One side has a circular running track, the middle is the equipment area, and the other side has a climbing wall, weight rack, obstacle course and medical point.

Protective suits, helmets, arm guards, ropes, and emergency kits are hanging on the wall.

The ground was wiped very clean, but near the obstacle area, a few faint marks could still be seen.

A line of black text was pasted on the wall.

Train until you drop dead, train until you drop dead.

Lin Ye's heart sank slightly as he looked at that sentence.

In the center of the training field, Cheng Fang was already waiting for him.

Black training uniform, short hair, straight shoulders and back.

There were three other people nearby.

A girl sat on a bench, holding a document in her hands. Her hair was tied low, and her face was a little pale. When Lin Ye looked over, she quickly lowered her head, as if making eye contact with a stranger would cost her life points.

But the shadow at her feet looked off.

The training ground was brightly lit, and everyone's shadows were neatly cast in one direction, except for hers, which was huddled under the chair, its edge twitching slightly as if it didn't want to come out.

Cheng Fang said, "Xu Mian, reconnaissance position, shadow detective."

Xu Mian looked up and said softly, "Hello."

The sound was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing the air.

Another girl sat on the edge of the mat, twirling her fingers.

She was in her early twenties, with her hair tied in a ponytail, and several small old scars on her fingers, wrapped in white bandages.

She smiled when she saw Lin Ye.

"New here? Lin Ye, right?"

Lin Ye nodded.

She raised her hand.

"Tang Zhi, support role, 'Threading'."

After saying that, she added, "Don't be nervous, Captain Cheng doesn't usually eat people."

There was also a young man standing against the wall.

He wore black gloves, was rather thin, and had a cold expression and cold eyes.

The training ground wasn't cold, but the spot where he was standing looked a bit darker than the rest of the ground.

Tang Zhi turned her head and introduced: "Qin Zhao, DPS, Jhinfire."

Qin Zhao looked up at Lin Ye.

"Spiritual hearing?"

Lin Ye nodded.

Qin Zhao said in a nonchalant tone, "Sounds like he can't take a beating."

That's a really hurtful thing to say.

But Lin Ye did not refute it.

He hadn't slept well last night and had just finished listening to a bunch of materials from the Candlelight Ceremony; he felt like he'd been spun around in a washing machine all night. Compared to the people in front of him, he looked more like an unlucky college student who'd accidentally wandered into a military training camp.

Cheng Fang opened the record in his hand.

"Linye."

"arrive."

Lin Ye responded instinctively.

Cheng Fang glanced at him.

"Physical fitness test, blank."

"Fighting, blank."

"Firearms, blank."

"Fieldwork log, Qingshan Underground Cemetery."

He paused.

"I said yesterday, that's not field experience."

Lin Ye nodded.

"That's called surviving."

Cheng Fang closed the document.

"Remember this sentence."

"Fieldwork cannot rely on luck."

He walked up to the whiteboard and wrote two words.

Physical fitness.

Lin Ye looked at those two words, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

He originally thought that the training at the Seventh Training Center would be somewhat related to superpowers.

The first lesson was very simple.

It's so simple that it makes you want to quit your job on the spot.

Cheng Fang tapped the whiteboard.

"Many people have misconceptions about people with superpowers."

"I believe that if someone has superpowers, their body must be strong."

"In reality, most people with superpowers have similar physical abilities to ordinary people, and some are even worse."

He looked at Xu Mian.

"A reconnaissance position can still lead to death if the main body is captured."

Xu Mian silently hugged the documents a little tighter.

Cheng Fang then looked at Tang Zhi.

"The support player's hand broke, and the lane is gone too."

Tang Zhi raised her hand: "Captain Cheng, you don't need to give such a direct example."

Cheng Fang ignored her and looked at Qin Zhao.

"The damage dealer is injured, so the fire can't be lit."

Qin Zhao remained silent.

Finally, Cheng Fang looked at Lin Ye.

"The problem of perceptual position is more obvious."

"No matter how accurately you hear, if you can't run, you'll still die."

The training ground fell silent.

Cheng Fang's voice wasn't loud, but each sentence was harsher than the last.

"The first rule for the Seventh Field Office is not to win battles."

"He came back alive."

He tossed the timer to Tang Zhi.

"Let's get a feel for things first today."

"All data will be incorporated into the training plan."

Tang Zhi caught the timer, and Chong Linye whispered, "Welcome to the field preparation team. Our motto is: first, understand yourself, then question your life."

Lin Ye lowered his head and put down the documents.

"This company culture is quite unique."

Cheng Fang looked over.

Both of them fell silent at the same time.

The first activity is running.

Run ten laps along the training area's circular track.

Cheng Fang spoke casually.

"Check the heart and lungs first."

Lin Ye initially thought it was alright.

After one round, his breathing returned to normal.

After two laps, my legs felt a bit heavy.

By the third lap, it felt like knives were being poured into my lungs; every breath I took was painful.

On the fourth lap, he began to fall noticeably behind.

Xu Mian looked thin, but she ran very steadily. Her steps were small and her breathing was light, but her rhythm was almost perfect.

Tang Zhi adjusted her protective belt as she ran, occasionally glancing back at him.

Qin Zhao's complexion wasn't good either, but he kept up with the rhythm and didn't fall out of formation.

Cheng Fang is even less like a human being.

He was running on the outermost edge, and his breathing barely changed.

Lin Ye couldn't catch up.

It's not that I don't want to pursue her.

It's really impossible to catch up.

By the sixth lap, he could taste rust in his throat.

By the seventh lap, my legs started to feel weak.

Before the eighth lap was even finished, the black wristband vibrated.

A line of small text popped up above.

Heart rate too high.

Cheng Fang stood beside the finish line and pressed the stop timer.

"stop."

Lin Ye stopped, supporting himself on his knees, sweat dripping from his chin onto the ground.

Cheng Fang glanced at the data on the tablet.

"Heart rate is too high."

"My breathing rhythm is disordered."

"I have poor endurance."

"Unqualified".

Lin Ye bent over and didn't say anything.

It's not that he didn't want to respond.

I'm just too weak.

Tang Zhi handed over the water.

"Don't drink too much at once."

Lin Ye nodded and took a small sip.

The water went down his throat, and the coldness made his stomach clench.

Before he could catch his breath, Cheng Fang had already walked to the weight rack.

"The second item is moving under load."

Lin Ye raised his head.

Cheng Fang picked up a set of basic field work equipment.

Protective vest, emergency kit, storage bag, rope, flashlight, communicator, and a small-looking metal box.

"Ten kilograms."

Lin Ye was silent for a moment.

Ten kilograms? That's going to kill him.

Cheng Fang handed him the equipment.

"Fieldwork cannot be done empty-handed."

"You need to carry equipment, and sometimes you also need to carry teammates."

Lin Ye put on his backpack.

My shoulders slumped instantly, and my legs, which were still sore from running, immediately began to protest.

The obstacles are not complicated.

Low walls, balance beams, low passageways, a gravel simulation area, and finally, a drag-and-drop dummy.

Lin Ye walked to the low wall, but failed to climb over it on his first attempt.

His backpack slipped backward, causing him to lose his balance and nearly fall.

The second time I went up, my arms ached and my shoulders were sore from being squeezed.

He stumbled slightly as he crossed the balance beam.

A thin white line flashed briefly between Tang Zhi's fingers before quickly disappearing.

Cheng Fang saw it.

"Don't help him."

Tang Zhi shrugged.

"Know."

Lin Ye gritted his teeth, crossed the balance beam, and then crawled into the low passage.

The backpack is stuck.

He moved forward and got stuck.

Even if you try to back up, you'll get stuck.

The training area fell silent for a moment.

Qin Zhao stood outside and said calmly, "Like a cat stuck in a fence."

Tang Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lin Ye lay down in the passage and closed his eyes.

"Thanks, I can picture it now."

Cheng Fang walked over and squatted down.

"Adjust it yourself."

Lin Ye's breathing became heavy. He slowly lowered his shoulders, turned his body to the side, and moved out little by little.

When I came out, my training clothes were covered in a layer of dust.

The last item is dragging a dummy.

The mannequin weighs about the same as a real person, is wearing protective clothing, and lies on the ground like a bag of completely rotten cement.

Lin Ye grabbed the mannequin's shoulder straps and pulled it backward.

The first time, it didn't drag.

The second time, it pulled out half a meter.

On the third tap, my arm started to shake.

Sweat dripped into my eyes, stinging painfully.

Cheng Fang stood to the side.

"At the field, the wounded will not become less injured on their own."

Lin Ye gritted his teeth and dragged the dummy for a few meters before finally letting go, and it fell back to the ground with a thud.

He bent over, his hands on his knees, his chest aching from panting.

Cheng Fang glanced at the data.

"Too weak."

"Coordination decreased significantly after carrying heavy loads."

He paused, his voice growing colder.

"In a place like Qingshan, if it collapses again, with your current physical condition, others will have to abandon their equipment to help you."

Lin Ye's fingers tightened.

That's not a nice thing to say.

But it's true.

The reason he was able to escape so many times before was not because he was physically strong.

It is protected by Xiaoman.

Su Tinglan delayed things.

Lai Changqing also wanted Xuan Gui more.

He survived.

But he didn't survive on his own.

Tang Zhi handed the water over again.

"Team Leader Cheng's words are harsh, but they're usually true."

Lin Ye took the water, his voice hoarse.

"I can tell."

The third item is climbing.

Lin Ye stood at the foot of the climbing wall and looked up.

Not particularly high.

But after he finished running and carrying the weights, his arms started to ache.

Cheng Fang said, "No time limit, just climb up and come down."

Lin Ye nodded.

He grabbed the rock and climbed up.

The first half was alright.

By the middle of the session, my arms started to tremble.

He tried to switch feet, but his foot slipped, and he fell downwards.

The safety rope suddenly tightened, suspending him in mid-air.

Tang Zhi flicked her fingertip, and a thin white thread slid across the wall, stabilizing him.

This time, Cheng Fang didn't say anything to her.

Lin Ye hovered in mid-air and glanced down.

Tang Zhi looked up at him.

"Don't kick randomly, the more you kick, the uglier your posture will look."

Lin Ye was panting, his palms were sweaty.

"My priority right now is survival; I'm not concerned with aesthetics."

Tang Zhi smiled.

In the corner, Xu Mian suddenly whispered, "Don't grip too tightly."

Lin Ye looked at her.

Xu Mian immediately held the documents up a little higher, as if trying to block them out.

"It will cause you to lose strength even faster."

Lin Ye nodded.

He relaxed his fingers, adjusted his breathing, and climbed a few more steps.

In the end, I still couldn't reach the top.

Cheng Fang didn't scold him, he just told him to get down.

"Insufficient upper body strength."

"Poor core competency."

"You burn calories too quickly when you're stressed."

Lin Ye stood on the ground, his legs still trembling slightly.

He no longer wanted to ask what the next item was.

But Cheng Fang clearly wouldn't considerately end things just because he didn't want to.

The fourth item is reaction and avoidance.

The machine ejects soft striking batons from different angles to train the trainees to lower their heads, move to the side, and retreat.

Not fatal.

But it hurts.

The first blow landed on Lin Ye's shoulder.

The second blow hit the calf.

He clearly saw it the third time, but his body was a beat too slow, and he was hit squarely on the back.

With a snap.

Tang Zhi, listening from the side, felt sorry for him.

Qin Zhao watched for a while and gave a very brief evaluation.

"Slow reaction time".

Tang Zhi added, "It's also possible that the brain reacted before the body could keep up."

Lin Ye leaned against the wall, his forehead covered in sweat.

He didn't speak.

Because this statement is also true.

Cheng Fang turned off the machine.

"Take a three-minute break."

Lin Ye leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to sit.

The sounds from the training field continued.

Someone is running with a weight in the distance.

Someone is practicing dragging.

Some people were so badly scolded by their instructors that they couldn't even lift their heads.

There are no ancient tombs here.

No dead people are chatting.

All I felt was my heartbeat, my breathing, my muscles aching, and the real sensation of my body being gradually hollowed out.

Three minutes later, Cheng Fang glanced at the tablet.

"The last group."

Tang Zhi was stunned for a moment.

"Team Leader Cheng, today is his first day."

Cheng Fang said, "I know."

Xu Mian whispered, "His heart rate hasn't completely come down yet."

Cheng Fang looked at Lin Ye.

"Whether you can continue or not, you tell me."

Lin Ye leaned against the wall and stood up.

My legs feel a little weak.

He didn't pretend to be okay, nor did he immediately admit defeat.

He glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist.

My heart rate is still high.

My chest also feels tight.

But he knew very well that Cheng Fang wasn't going to ruin him.

Cheng Fang was letting him know where his limits were.

Lin Ye looked up.

"Try one more set."

Cheng Fang looked at him for two seconds.

"Short dash."

"Twenty meters back, twice."

He originally said it three times.

It has now been changed to twice.

Lin Ye understood, but didn't say anything more.

The whistle blew.

He rushed out.

The first trip went relatively smoothly.

My legs visibly buckled during the second turn.

Halfway through the run, the sounds from the training field suddenly faded into the distance.

Footsteps, whistles, and Tang Zhi's shouts all sounded as if separated by a layer of water.

The black bracelet vibrated wildly.

Lin Ye saw the line ahead, but felt that the line was getting farther and farther away.

He gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

The next second, his knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees.

Support yourself with your hands on the ground.

It didn't hold up properly.

My gaze dipped downwards.

Tang Zhi's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Captain Cheng, he's about to faint!"

Cheng Fang ran to the side of the forest and pressed his fingers against the side of Lin Ye's neck.

"Call for medical assistance."

Lin Ye wanted to say that he was fine.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

The world around me gradually went dark.

……

When Lin Ye opened his eyes again, the first thing he smelled was disinfectant.

The ceiling is a white light panel.

The black bracelet on my wrist is still there, but a few more monitoring patches have been attached to the side.

Tang Zhi's voice came from the side.

"She's awake, she's awake."

Lin Ye turned his head and saw her sitting on the chair next to him, holding a bottle of glucose water in her hand.

"Congratulations on becoming the first person in Group Two to be carried into the medical room on the day they joined the group."

Lin Ye's throat was dry.

Is there a reward?

Tang Zhi handed him the water.

"have."

"What?"

"Team Leader Cheng will personally create a training plan for you."

Lin Ye closed his eyes.

This reward sounds like a sentence.

On the other side of the medical bed, Cheng Fang stood there, holding a newly printed physical test report in his hand.

Qin Zhao leaned against the door, his expression blank.

Xu Mian stood in the farthest corner, holding documents in her hands, and said softly, "The doctor said it was due to overwork, low blood sugar, and lack of sleep."

Cheng Fang looked at Lin Ye.

That's all for today.

Lin Ye just breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Fang placed the report beside the bed.

"To be continued tomorrow."

Lin Ye slowly turned his head and looked at the report.

The top row of red markers.

Cardiorespiratory endurance: Failed.

Upper limb strength: unqualified.

Moving under load is unacceptable.

Evacuation capability is substandard.

The reaction to avoidance is unacceptable.

Lin Ye looked at it for a few seconds, his voice a little hoarse.

"Quite comprehensive."

Cheng Fang said, "Indeed."

Tang Zhi couldn't help but laugh.

Cheng Fang then put down another schedule.

"This is your basic training plan for the next two weeks."

"Morning physical fitness test."

"Afternoon Fieldwork Basics"

"Training will resume tonight, followed by a check-up of vital signs."

Lin Ye looked at the densely packed schedule.

Every line seemed to be telling him: Stop struggling, you're no good.

Cheng Fang spoke calmly.

"Don't go out on field missions until you can carry 10 kilograms of equipment and move continuously, and complete evacuation operations independently."

Lin Ye looked up at him.

Cheng Fang handed him the pen.

"signature."

Lin Ye looked at the training plan, and after a few seconds, took the pen.

His hand was still trembling a little when he signed his name.

At the very top of the page it says:

Basic training schedule for temporary members of the second field preparation team.

Name: Lin Ye.

Cycle: Fourteen days.

Note: Focus on improving physical fitness weaknesses and temporarily suspend high-risk field contact.

Lin Ye stared at the words "postponed" for a while.

This is for protection.

It is also a negation.

It's a countdown.