Chapter 23 Training (1)

  Kim Ji-joon looked at me with a puzzled expression, not understanding what I meant. I couldn't help it either, originally wanting to say massage, but didn't know how to put it into words, thinking for half a day, only knowing how to say "pat", anyway the meaning was roughly the same. No choice, I could only make another massaging gesture again.

  Kim Ji-joon nodded in realization and said, "Massage, m-a-s-s-a-g-e, massage, thank you, English, I need to learn!"

  I smiled and nodded, pressing down on several acupoints on his body and gently massaging them. Kim Ji-hoon couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan. One of the greatest benefits of learning martial arts is that you gain an extremely good understanding of the human body's acupoints and their functions - from relieving muscle tension and promoting blood circulation to killing someone without leaving a trace, it's incredibly useful. It seems like in future battles, I should try using everything I've learned to save my own life, adding another layer of insurance. Before long, I had massaged all the major acupoints on his body used for relieving muscle tension and promoting blood circulation, and with a satisfied smile, I sat down on the bed and patted him, saying "OK".

  Kim Jee-joon got out of bed, stretched a bit, and found that the pain and fatigue in his body had all disappeared. His whole body felt light and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation of surprise, jumping up and down excitedly as he chattered away in Korean. I listened with furrowed brows. Kim Jee-joon was taken aback for a moment before giving a thumbs-up and exclaiming, "That's amazing!"

  I smiled and shook my head, turning to pick up the things on the bed. Kim Ji-hoon walked over, picked up the paper that the instructor had thrown on the bed, and opened it for me: "You, today, learn, won't, punishment."

  I took the paper and looked at it, on which was listed a bunch of English words that would be used in training, with their Chinese meanings written behind them. I couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Damn, there are so many!

  Kim Ji-joon took out the instruments that had been sent down and found the Chinese operating instructions, handing them to me. It seems like we'll be up all night tonight!

  "Get up, you study, I take a bath, get food, you wait, OK?"

  "OK." I smiled and nodded, Kim Ji-hoon patted his own shoulder, gave a thumbs up, turned around and ran out of the dormitory. I lowered my head to continue reading the manual in my hand.

  When Kim Ji-hoon brought our lunch, I was staring blankly at the huge pile of language textbooks in front of me. Any foreign language requires several years or even longer to master through systematic learning. And that damned instructor actually wants me to learn two languages within six months! God damn it, my English isn't even good enough yet! The dozen or so textbooks in front of me are making my eyes dizzy. At the time, when the instructor said it, I was only focused on responding with "Yes, sir" and didn't have any feeling about it. Now that I've flipped through them, I'm directly depressed. My god! If I hadn't looked, I wouldn't know, but now that I have, I'm scared to death. Just the introduction page of the African language textbook has completely drained my confidence...

  I just found out that there are over 800 languages in Africa, accounting for about one-third of the world's total. This vast continent has many tribes, inconvenient transportation, and even within the same tribe, there are different languages. There are more than 700 known African tribes. The languages of Africa can be roughly divided into four major language families: Bantu, Sudanese, Afro-Asiatic (formerly called Semitic-Hamitic), and Khoisan. My God! I estimate that just studying one of these is enough to last me half a lifetime...

  Kim Ji-joon walked over with a sly smile, his face full of schadenfreude. He swept all the books in front of me to one side, leaving only the basic English textbook, and patted the cover to indicate that I should learn this first. I thought about it too, and figured that English was probably the most important language here anyway, being a universal language and all.

  Whatever! The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. At worst, I'll just get fined! My stomach has been hungry for a long time, let's eat first! I understood, and took over the dinner handed over by Kim Ji-hoon, and started eating with big mouthfuls.

  The next morning, I was sleeping soundly when a whistle sounded outside the dormitory. I turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, but Kim Ji-hoon shook me awake. Dazed and confused, I opened my eyes to find that I wasn't in the school dormitory, but in a military camp! After putting on the military uniform, I realized that I didn't know how to put on all the equipment when I was about to wear my shoes. I secretly scolded myself for not learning how to pack the equipment last night. At this time, Kim Ji-hoon had already finished packing and was about to run out with his M16 rifle. He turned back and saw me randomly putting on the equipment, cursed, and ran over to help me put it on.

  Sweating profusely, we quickly grabbed our M16s and rushed out of the dormitory with Kim Ji-hoon. The instructor was standing outside, his face red with anger. As soon as I stood still, the instructor's angry voice, mixed with spittle, came flying towards me. Just when I was secretly relieved that I couldn't understand English, the instructor repeated it in Chinese: "Are you women? What were you doing last night?! The stipulated time is 3 minutes, and you're late by 1 minute and 37 seconds! Do 137 push-ups for me now, with your backpack on!"

  One day, I cursed in my heart and immediately got down on the ground with Kim Ji-hoon. 137 push-ups, over 60 kilograms of equipment all over my body. Even though my physical strength is much stronger than ordinary people, after doing push-ups for 20 minutes, I was already panting and almost couldn't hold on. And Kim Ji-hoon still gritted his teeth and did one by one.

  Looking at Kim Jee-joon's arms, which had already gone somewhat limp and trembling, I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. It was all my fault that he was suffering along with me! Another ten or so minutes passed, and the 137 push-ups were finally finished. Kim Jee-joon tried to stand up, but his equipment weighed him down to the ground. I immediately ran over to try to pull him up from the ground.

  "Number 17, get back here!" A loud roar stunned me on the spot. The instructor kicked Jin-ji's backpack with a slap: "Number 16, stand up! You're pissing standing up, don't make me lie down on the ground!"

  Kim Ji-joon, who had just gotten up, was kicked to the ground again. He gritted his teeth and tried several times, finally standing up, panting and straightening his waist. In my heart, I secretly cheered, good job!

  "You've already wasted 28 minutes! You must finish the 10km cross-country run within 32 minutes, or there will be no breakfast! There are still 31 minutes left!"

  After resting for over ten minutes, my body had returned to normal. I took a deep breath and pulled Kim Jee-joon, who hadn't rested yet, and ran towards the outside of the base.

  As soon as Kim Jee-joon ran out of the base gate, he fell to the ground and panted heavily. I pulled him up from the ground with all my might, took off his backpack and rifle, and just put them on my back, when a loud roar came from behind: "Don't let him carry it for you!"

  I turned around in a rage and glared at the instructor following behind me, I really wanted to beat this son of a bitch! But could only helplessly hand over my backpack and rifle to Kim Ji-hoon again, trying to drag him to continue running forward.

  "You have 15 minutes left!" The instructor intentionally reminded me from behind. Dammit! I gritted my teeth and pulled Kim Ji-hoon forward with all my might.

  Kim Ji-joon grabbed my arm, panting and said: "You... have a good physical strength! I... can't keep up... You run fast, I'll... slow down!"

  "No!" I shook my head and pulled his arm, slowly running forward. Fifteen minutes, with the weight of equipment on our backs, it was impossible for me to complete the remaining task. But even if I could finish, I wouldn't abandon him and run by myself. He had been punished to do over a hundred push-ups for me, how could I abandon him and run? Although I've never been a soldier, I deeply understand that not abandoning each other on the battlefield is the key to survival with comrades. If we're going to be punished, let's take it together!

  Fifty minutes later, I finally dragged Kim Ji-hoon to run the entire course and returned to the dormitory entrance. Kim Ji-hoon was so tired that he almost collapsed on the ground, relying solely on my support to stand there.

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