Chapter 16: Don't Call Me Wen Gong Tuan!

  Listening to Zhuo Yi's scolding, Sun Qifan gave her a white eye with disapproval, but said nothing and continued running at his own pace. When the two turned the corner, Zhuo Yi looked up again towards the main force of the team, only to find that Sun Qifan had already been left behind by two or three hundred meters.

  Look at Sun Qifan, who is neither soft nor hard on himself. Zhuo Yi had no choice but to put away his gun and turned to smile at Sun Qifan, asking: "Hey, are you intentionally running so slowly, waiting for me to expel you, so you can go to your Divine Bay Outpost?"

  "You know this too?" Seeing himself and his uncle competing with each other, Zhuo Yi knew all about it. Sun Qifan couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

  Listening to Sun Qifan's laughter, Zhuo Yi also smiled and said, "Why can't I know?"

  "In other words, you and our family's Sun Houzi have a special relationship, right?" Following Zhuo Yi's meaning, Sun Qifan said with a smile, raising an eyebrow at Zhuo Yi.

  Looking at Sun Qifan's evil smile, Zhuo Yiguo decisively raised her hand to deny it and said: "Don't think wildly, I have nothing to do with Sun Qifan."

  "I didn't think crookedly," Sun Qifan said with a smile. After smiling, Sun Qifan also felt that his whole body had recovered to its full state after warming up with a slow run, and he had increased his speed by a little, but not much, still looking neither fast nor slow.

  Seeing Sun Qifan's slow pace, Zhuo Yi couldn't help but knock on the car door and shout at Sun Qifan to hurry up, but Sun Qifan just gave her a cold stare.

  Zhuo Yi really couldn't understand why Sun Fan wanted to recruit Sun Qifan into the Flying Shark team as a pilot. Although she had heard that Sun Qifan was an outstanding student in psychology, Zhuo Yi now felt that he was somewhat arrogant.

  He was looking at Sun Qifan with a bit of resentment, Zuo Yi saw that knocking on the car door didn't work, so he slowed down and drove the car to the back of Sun Qifan's butt, then stepped on the accelerator again, and the front bumper immediately bumped into Sun Qifan's butt.

  Sun Qifan turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Yi, humming softly, saying: "Master, the 10-kilometer armed cross-country has just begun, can you not rush me?"

  "So you deliberately want me to lose face, huh?" As she spoke, Zhuo Yi also let out a soft hum, "Anyway, your life and death are in my hands. If I lose face today, I can make you roll away directly."

  Listening to Zhuo Yi's words, Sun Qifan shook his head helplessly and said: "You should pay more attention to those two girls, they are the ones who are really struggling, okay?"

  "Do you think I'm blind? They've already ditched you half a kilometer away!" As she spoke, Zhuo Yi used the bumper to nudge Sun Qifan again.

  Sun Qifan really didn't want to waste any more words with Zhuo Yi, so he turned his head and took a glance at Zhuo Yi before suddenly accelerating and speeding away. Seeing Sun Qifan finally start running, Zhuo Yi also smiled wryly and floored it, closely following behind him.

  In just three or five minutes, Sun Qifan caught up with the main force. This inevitably made Zhuo Yi look at Sun Qifan in a new light.

  Seeing that he had caught up with the main team, Sun Qifan turned his head and said to Zhuo Yi: "Master, don't just stare at me, I'm not going to be at the bottom from now on." After speaking, Sun Qifan suddenly accelerated again, and in an instant, he rushed to the front position, without even turning his head, he raised his hand to bid farewell to Zhuo Yi.

  Looking at Sun Qifan's mischievous appearance, Zhuo Yi smiled slightly, thinking that these two uncle and nephew were indeed both surnamed Sun, with equally eccentric temperaments. Forget it, she immediately turned back into a cold-faced Russian machine gunner, holding up her submachine gun to fire wildly into the sky, shouting at the stragglers.

  "Hurry up! Everyone follow me! Those who can't keep up will have to eat peanuts!" With that, another burst of gunfire rang out.

  As time slowly passed, the gap between the girls and boys gradually became apparent. At around four kilometers, Jiang Yurou, who had been barely keeping up with the main group, inevitably slowed down and fell to the last position, becoming the bottom one.

  Zhuo Yi saw that Jiang Yu Ruo had become a fallen person, and without any warning, she shot a bullet at the outer side of Jiang Yu Ruo's left foot.

  With a loud "Bang!" right next to her ear, the flying debris hit her leg, and Jiang Yuru subconsciously let out an "Ah!" and fell to the ground with a thud, scraping her palm.

  Zhuo Yi didn't care about Jiang Yu Ruo's mental state no matter how bad it was, she only knew that Jiang Yu Ruo was now further away from the main troops.

  Pulling the car over in front of Jiang Yuruo, Zhuo Yi looked at Jiang Yuruo's pale face and sweat-drenched hair, couldn't help but chuckle and ask: "Comrade, do you need a ride?"

  Looking at Zhuo Yi's gloating expression, Jiang Yu Ruo felt a surge of disgust in her heart and struggled to stand up. After swaying unsteadily for a moment, she steadied herself and replied firmly: "No need!"

  "Then get me running!"

  Zhuo Yi's sudden roar was met with a cold glance from Jiang Yu Ruo.

  Seeing the disrespect in Jiang Yuruo's eyes, Zhuo Yi also smiled immediately, and sarcastic words followed: "Actually, when I first saw you, I was thinking, what are you, a member of the literary and art troupe, doing here to join in the excitement?"

  Jiang Yurou least wanted to hear was that someone said she was a material for the literary and art troupe. She resented this kind of hypocrite who looked at people with colored glasses! However, she didn't explain anything, but only resentfully stared at the person in front of her who insulted herself, hating to use her own eyes to kill Zhuo Yiqian a thousand times!

  Unfortunately, a glare can't kill anyone, and Zhuo Yi doesn't care that her eyes are filled with anger at this moment. She only cares that Jiang Yu Ruo has fallen behind and is on the verge of being eliminated.

  Looking at the students running further and further ahead, Zhuo Yi turned back and smiled at Jiang Yu Rong: "Are you saying that you're like Sun Qi Fan, able to rise from the bottom to first place?"

  "Impossible!" Jiang Yurou panted heavily during the brief pause in her speech.

  "What are you still standing here for?" Zhuo Yi's question suddenly became calm, but such calmness was more chilling than anger.

  Jiang Yurou felt a chill run down her spine as she sensed the oppressive atmosphere, and she quickly took to her heels. However, the rest time was too short, and before she had run far, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen and squatted down.

  Zhuo Yi stopped the car in front of Jiang Yuru, opened the rear door and smiled at Jiang Yuru: "If you can't do it, don't be stubborn. I think you should admit defeat. This place is not suitable for you, you should go to the cultural troupe."

  "I'm not a member of the literary and art troupe!" Jiang Yuru suddenly shouted, with a resentful gaze, struggling to get up.

  Now, she can feel that every step is tearing her internal organs apart. But she didn't stop again, just clenched her teeth and persisted, even if her teeth were chattering loudly, she didn't show any weakness in front of Zhuo Yi.

  Watching Jiang Yurou's persistence, Zhuo Yi couldn't help but think of her own past, all the sacrifices she made to become China's first female carrier-based aircraft pilot, now vividly reenacted in front of her by this seemingly fragile girl. The past pain was still fresh in Zhuo Yi's memory, she knew that for a girl to give up her love for beauty, endure hardships that ordinary girls couldn't bear, especially during physiological periods when they had to persist in high-intensity training, just to become the first, required what kind of courage.

  It's not just Jiang Yuruo, Qiu Lin would be the same. But Qiu Lin is different, Qiu Lin at least has flight experience and her physical quality is better than Jiang Yuruo. If only one of the two girls can stay, Zhuo Yi is more inclined towards Qiu Lin at this moment.

  But she still gave Jiang Yurou a chance, taking a deep breath and saying to her: "As long as you arrive at the destination before lunch, I'll let you stay; otherwise, get out of here!" With that, she floored it, chasing after the main force's tail, firing her gun wildly into the sky.

  Jiang Yurou didn't know why she had been granted a special pardon by the female demon head Zhuo Yi, but she was relieved to finally have a chance to catch her breath. She stopped and walked unsteadily to the side of the road, leaning against a coconut tree, weakly turning her head to gaze out at the distant sea.

  The vast blue ocean waves crash onto the sandy beach, layer by layer. Happy children play joyfully on the beach. In the distance, seagulls harmonize with the sound of a warship's whistle, as if accompanying the happy children in a grand symphony!

  At this time, Jiang Yurou's heart had a voice that couldn't help but ask her, why did she insist on coming here in the first place. Actually, Zhuo Yi was right, she majored in journalism and had a good figure, going to the cultural troupe would have been a great development opportunity, not just Zhuo Yi who said so. But why did she choose to come here? Jiang Yurou thought about the reasons for choosing to come here back then, and found it all laughable.

  After laughing, Jiang Yurou felt that her lower abdomen no longer had the same severe cramps as before, and she continued on her 10-kilometer cross-country journey. However, not long after, the cramps that had just disappeared suddenly recurred, and they felt even more painful than before.

  What's more, sweating too much, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, the scorching sun made people feel dizzy and suffocated, Jiang Yuru suddenly felt a dizziness in front of her eyes, and she herself was staggering and couldn't stand still.

  She clearly knew she was tilting to the right and would soon crash to the ground, but her right foot no longer obeyed her commands, still carrying this body crashing down to the scorching ground.

  Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, holding her firmly in his embrace. Her face was deeply buried in the man's chest, her ears tightly pressed against his heart, and she could hear the man's thick and powerful heartbeat.

  At that moment, she felt a thread of happiness in her heart, like a fairy tale. But when she slowly opened her eyes, she let out a sharp cry: "Pervert!" And then came a swift slap, landing neatly on Sun Qifan's right cheek.