WMSR – QT Chapter 13

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 13

By

siofra

Chapter 13

Silence—thorough and utter silence. After a dozen or so seconds had ticked by, someone in Room 419 finally let out a mournful sigh, “Are they even leaving a path for the rest of us to live?!”

Although the others in the dorm didn’t voice their agreement, they nodded along in profound concurrence. Yeah. They were shacked up in that impossibly auspicious 466 room number, and from head to toe they radiated the aura of absolute winners in the game of life. To top it off, guys like that didn’t just come in ones—they came in pairs! With looks, physiques, and auras like theirs, the so-called campus heartthrobs from their high school days could probably be beaten into absolute dust.

Thinking of just how popular the campus heartthrob back at their old school had been, and contrasting that with these two guys who could effortlessly slaughter any campus heartthrob, the occupants of Room 419 felt as though they could already preview their own futures. Compared to the sheer gravitational pull of the opposite dorm, being ignored would be getting off easy; they’d probably end up reduced to running errands and delivering love letters as coolies. Truly, comparing yourself to others was enough to make you die of frustration!

And so, amidst the collective sighs of Room 419, the new semester officially commenced. For every incoming university freshman, an unavoidable rite of passage stood before them: a full month of military training.

Although both Bai Yichen and Song Junchi possessed ways to opt out of this grueling drill, they both chose to participate. Bai Yichen wanted to re-experience that unique trial, while Song Junchi was simply following his lead. Plus, having undergone specialized private athletic training since childhood, Song Junchi’s physical fitness outmatched ninety-nine percent of the incoming freshmen. He had zero fear of this mild military training, and was even secretly looking forward to seizing the opportunity to show off brilliantly in front of Yichen.

As a prestigious institution, A University maintained exceptionally rigorous standards for its military training. Although they weren’t hauled off to a military base for a month of closed-door isolation, the level of exhaustion was every bit as intense. Under the blazing glare of the merciless sun, the current batch of freshmen stood rigidly aligned in neat square formations, baking motionless in the scorching heatwaves.

To make matters even more exasperating, groups of senior students would routinely stroll past the edges of the sports field, sporting cool, frost-beaded beverages in hand and sheltered beneath parasols. They would stand there chatting and laughing as they watched the freshmen sweat, then casually tilt their heads back to take a refreshing gulp of ice-cold soda.

As the saying went: without comparison, there is no pain. The actions of these seniors undoubtedly dealt a critical hit of over ten thousand damage points to these already miserable freshmen. Quite a few individuals ground their teeth in helpless rage, yet they dared not make a single reckless move under the piercing gaze of the drill instructors—because any impulsive action would result in being hauled out without a shred of mercy to do push-ups right on the spot.

Even so, seeds of resentment were quietly being planted in the dark corners of many freshmen’s hearts, as they silently swore that come next year, they would do the exact same thing.

As the old saying goes: years of being a bullied daughter-in-law finally turn her into a mother-in-law, and the wheel of heaven turns full circle. That was precisely the cycle at play here.

Naturally, apart from those thick-headed, umbrella-wielding, mini-fan-carrying, iced-drink-clutching singles lingering by the sidelines just to laugh at the misery of others, there were plenty of people harboring alternative motives. These individuals were evidently a bit more mature than those bitter upperclassmen trying to wash away their past humiliation. Some had meticulously groomed themselves, standing beneath the shade of trees clutching a book to project an artistic, literary youth aesthetic; others carried drinks and small snacks, seizing this rare, golden opportunity of a campus full of fresh-faced, makeup-free students to stake out their targets and play a game of waiting for a rabbit to stumble into the trap.

Compared to the guys, the female students acted far more casually, gathering in groups of three to five around the fringes to critique the fresh crop of boys in military uniforms. Although the standardized attire drastically ramped up the difficulty of scouting out targets, the concentration of gazes focused upon the Financial Management department began multiplying rapidly before long.

“Hey, look, look, look—that cold, aloof hottie over there!”

“Whoa, look at those legs~ His physique is seriously top-tier!”

“I like the handsome guy next to him better. He looks so gentle.”

“The quality of this year’s junior class is ridiculously high. What do I do? Someone help me, ahhh, I love them both, I don’t want to give up either of them!”

“Go die!”

And thus, amidst this daily spectator sport, the roster for the new batch of campus beauties and heartthrobs rapidly materialized on the A University online forums, with both Song Junchi and Bai Yichen prominently featured on the list.

Some daring senior students went so far as to openly present flowers and confessions to the junior students before the military training had even wrapped up, hoping to seize the strategic advantage. The female students, by contrast, remained much more reserved, holding off on any public declarations of affection just yet, though covert operations to harvest the contact info of the freshman heartthrobs never ceased for a single day.

As time marched on, the content of the military drills shifted from basic stationary stances and marching formations to actual combat combat-readiness drills. It was precisely at this juncture that Song Junchi—who possessed a foundational background in hand-to-hand combat—was unearthed like a glowing nugget of gold. Not only did he deliver a stellar performance, but he was later even hand-picked to spar one-on-one with the instructor in a mock bout, managing to hold his ground without falling visibly behind. Among the incoming freshmen, this feat was practically one of a kind. Anyone watching this spectacle—whether freshman or senior—stared with shining eyes, secretly marveling at how insanely overpowered the guy was. Consequently, without realizing it, Song Junchi reeled in a massive wave of devoted fanboys and fangirls, pushing his soaring popularity to even greater heights.

Though the military training days were grueling and exhausting, the schedule remained fiercely packed. Before they knew it, a full month evaporated, and the end of military training arrived in a flash.

The freshmen prepared a farewell party for their instructors. Even though most days of the training had found the freshmen mentally cursing their instructors with every breath, they had to admit that such arduous times forged the strongest bonds. Thus, at the farewell celebration, quite a few sentimental female girls wept a torrential mess of tears.

Just as every single instructor was being swarmed by enthusiastic female students demanding phone numbers, a clear, pleasant voice—reminiscent of a babbling mountain brook—suddenly rang out near the Financial Management department’s square formation: “Big Brother Chen.”

That voice, familiar to the absolute point of bone-deep recognition, made both Bai Yichen and Song Junchi briefly suspect they were suffering from auditory hallucinations. Spinning their heads around simultaneously, they laid eyes on a beautiful youth standing quietly not far away, looking as though he had been carved out of pure crystal.

Su Yuanhang—how on earth could he be here?

Yet unlike the pure, unadulterated shock etched across Bai Yichen’s face upon seeing Su Yuanhang, the array of expressions rippling across Song Junchi’s countenance proved infinitely more colorful. If condensed into a single sentence, it looked precisely as though he had just encountered a ghost!

Aside from Bai Yichen and Song Junchi, quite a few people lingering nearby in the immediate vicinity turned their gazes over as well. The initial catalyst was simply how heavenly the voice sounded, but the moment they laid eyes on the boy, not a single person could tear their gaze away. Not only were the female students staring with glowing eyes, but even a fair number of male students froze in stunned, slack-jawed silence.

Translator’s Note

Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!

Just when Song Junchi thought he had successfully escaped the clingy pest by moving to City S for university, Su Yuanhang makes a surprise appearance right at the end of military training! How did he get here, and what does this mean for Song Junchi’s dreams of a peaceful two-person world? Find out in Chapter 14!

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— Siofra