Chapter 96 Field Training·Xiang Chuan who can’t bear it
While the students of Class 8 were happily resting around the camp or busy cleaning up the traces of the war, Class 2 and Class 10, who were locked up in tents by the river, were not so happy.
Two tents were set up on the left and right sides of the river. Class 2 on the left and Class 10 on the right. The two tents separated the male and female students. However, the ratio of males and females in the two classes was not even. There were more boys in Class 2 than boys in Class 2.
The tent was a little more crowded, and there were more girls in Class 10, so the girls’ tent was full of chatter.
At the beginning last night, the squad leader and others were thinking of mixing people from the two classes and assigning them according to the number of people. Kagawa, who happened to leave the tent and take a walk in the camp to digest dinner, heard this when he passed by and said, "You won't be afraid if we mix together."
Is it a big news that the two classes hit it off right away?", which made the class cadre team give up the idea of mixing the two classes in tents, and honestly stuffed them into tents according to class and gender.
The tents used by prisoners are naturally not as spacious and comfortable as the group tents. Especially last night, Class 8 students only had time to pack food and emergency sleeping bags from the luggage of two classes, and they did not even take out the tent bedding (compressible version).
, they could only spend the first night of the class competition on hard pillows and uncomfortable thin blankets.
——The first night was actually spent as a prisoner in another class’s camp. Who can understand this feeling!
The squad leaders on both sides sighed, took out the amount of water and compressed food for each person from the storage boxes piled outside the tent, and distributed them to the students with the class leaders.
"Squad leader, can't we find a chance to escape?"
Last night, some students from my class came over and whispered.
This proposal was very attractive. The male and female students in the two classes put aside the barriers and began to discuss countermeasures in the middle of the night while everyone in the eighth class returned to the tent to rest.
Everyone was in high spirits at the beginning, and their luggage was stored in a very conspicuous place. Even if they took the wrong luggage, they could just exchange it with each other after escaping. This barrier used to restrict the prisoners' activities is not indestructible.
External forces may be able to create a breakthrough.
Just as everyone was excitedly preparing to implement the plan the next day, they heard the Class 8 students who had woken up early in the morning to take a walk by the river after breakfast and said they were going to the forest to eliminate traces or something, which confused everyone.<
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If you eliminate the traces, how will we get back after we escape!
What made them even more devastated was that a girl with mud on her body that they had seen yesterday when they were tied to the Class 8 camp square came over this morning, took a look at their tent, and said, "This barrier is really good."
Not good." As a result, several students from Class 8 came over to reinforce the barrier. Now the barrier can be said to be unbreakable. Twenty or thirty people can't even break a crack if they hit it together.
So the fighting spirit that the two classes had raised up in unison last night has now become a deflated rubber ball with a hole in it that cannot be repaired.
This vigorous effort was already exhausted before it waned again. Without hope, the seventy people in the two classes remained silent on the second morning of the competition, not even in the mood to chat.
The camp of Class 8 is getting quieter and quieter. Except for a very few students who stay in the camp, others either go to patrol nearby for a walk, or go to their camp to clean up the traces along the way. In addition to the sound of water flowing next to the camp of Class 8 and the
Apart from a few human voices, no other noise could be heard.
"Hoo~..."
A nervous yawn interrupted the silence.
People from the two classes looked over and saw the girl yawning and walking towards the river.
It's her! She's the one who provided them with strategies from the students in Class 8, and she's also the president of one of the two most topical new clubs in the school!
Sensing the sight, Xiangchuan looked around, and then walked towards the river as if nothing was wrong. Since coming to Thirty Thousand Years Later, she found that her psychological quality was more than a little better than in her previous life, even though she was often sent by team leaders or leaders in her previous life.
She went to speak in public, and trained her, who was lying waiting for death, to be a competent host of small events. But in her previous life, she definitely couldn't do it when being stared at by a bunch of people.
To the point where I can walk through the crowd as if nothing happened.
Is it possible that this is a passive skill that comes with me in this life? However, according to the descriptions of my parents, Xiaoxue and others, I am more socially anxious in this life than in my previous life. Where did I get this ability to withstand stress?
Muttering in my heart, I walked all the way to the river. I was in a hurry yesterday when I was cleaning the mud on my clothes, and the light was dark in the evening, so I didn't have time to take a good look at the river. The river bed is still relatively wide. According to my actual experience yesterday, the shore
The water in the river is only waist high. Maybe there are people taking care of it frequently, so the area close to the camp is relatively fast, but the further you go in, the harder it is to see the bottom. Under the clear river water are dense aquatic plants, which are lush and green.
Reminds her of the river scene in the 21st century.
Plop.
A fish jumps out of the water. Perhaps the warmer weather has awakened the microorganisms and bugs in the river, allowing the fish to have a feast. This fish also looks particularly plump.
Then the fish just submerged into the river and disappeared among the aquatic plants.
……
…………Fish.
………………A very fat fish.
Xiangchuan wiped the corners of his mouth subconsciously. Fortunately, the saliva didn't flow down, but now he was swallowing saliva in his throat.
She shook her head: There are still a few days' worth of fish fillets in the lunch box, so she's not in a hurry. It's just a fish. When she gets home, she will ask the chef to free up a warehouse specifically for fresh fish to store live food.
Fish, with ginger slices, are you afraid that there will be no fish to eat?
Plop.
Another fat fish jumped out of the water.
"..." Well, she stopped pretending, she showed her cards, she was really tired of eating fried fish steaks, and the picky 21st century people want to eat something else!
Desire is the biggest source of motivation for action. So in a flash, the students from Class 2 and Class 10 saw this man of the hour rush back to the camp with lightning speed, and soon he was holding a bucket.
I returned to the river with an empty food box, and jumped directly into the river under the watchful eyes of the students in the two classes, holding the bucket and not knowing what they were looking at.
After a stalemate for a while, she moved and fished the bucket into the water. At the same time, the unwary river fish just lay quietly in the bucket with its eyes wide open. Before it had time to struggle, she carried it ashore and casually carried it to the shore.
I threw it into the lunch box, closed the lunch box, jumped up and down, and walked towards the camp.
Xiangchuan: There is fresh fish to eat!
Onlookers: What happened just now!? They were obviously watching this girl’s every move, but why did she pick up a fish just by raising her hand?!