The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 304 - 297: Teachable Child! (1)

"Chief, it's been twenty days. I hear those soldiers do nothing but spar every day, with no substantial training. Do you really think this will work? The Martial Combat Tournament for the seven military regions is just around the corner, and I've never heard of this so-called training method!"

In the Commander's office, a middle-aged man in a one-star military uniform spoke to Han Rongguang, who was leisurely enjoying his tea.

"Old Li! Our Northwest Military Region has finished last for six years straight. Haven't you gotten used to it? Calm down, calm down! Let things take their course. So what if it happens again? Is it really that big of a deal? It's just another year in last place. What kind of storms haven't we weathered in the Northwest? What's one more year to keep the streak alive? Haha! Come, have some tea to calm your nerves. And hey, you know, this Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao is actually pretty good. Even a rough, uncultured guy like me can taste that it's something special. Mmm—nice, very nice!" Han Rongguang boomed, laughing as he held the delicate teacup.

"Chief, this—this isn't like you! You used to fret over the Martial Combat Tournament day in and day out. How have you become so philosophical about it all? You're not worried about keeping the streak going? This isn't normal. Not at all. Seriously, what are you hiding up your sleeve? We're at a critical juncture, yet you're just sitting here leisurely savoring tea?" Adjutant Li was utterly baffled, finding it hard to believe the man before him was the same hot-tempered leader he knew.

"I don't have any tricks up my sleeve! Like you said, we're already at this critical juncture, so what's the use of me getting worked up? Old Li, relax. Trust the instructor we've hired. Just you wait and see. There will definitely be a surprise! Who knows, we might even snatch the championship crown this year! Haha!" Han Rongguang said with a beaming smile.

What the hell? Snatch the crown? Holy shit! He's really dreaming big! Isn't that just a pipe dream? Forget the crown, we should be burning incense and thanking the heavens if we manage to not come in dead last!

Adjutant Li started to protest, "Chief—!" but Han Rongguang immediately cut him off. "Old Li, don't overthink it! We've survived six years of coming in last, so let's be a bit more open-minded. I believe we can stage a comeback this time. Trust me!"

Seeing Han Rongguang's suddenly serious expression, Adjutant Li fell silent. After a moment, he gave a wry smile and shook his head. "Alright, I trust you. If you, the Chief, aren't worried, what the hell am I freaking out for?"

"There you go! Haha, come on, drink your tea, drink up!" Laughing, Han Rongguang pushed a teacup toward Old Li.

***

The tedious days of sparring were finally over. For the seventeen soldiers, what they most eagerly awaited was what the seemingly omnipotent, heaven-defying, and near-demonic Qin Fan would have in store for them next.

On the training field, the seventeen soldiers stood in a neat formation, their spirits high as they watched the figure walking slowly toward them. Every eye was filled with fiery anticipation.

"Instructor!"

The moment Qin Fan stopped, seventeen shouts rose to the sky.

Ignoring their call, Qin Fan took seventeen printed A4 sheets from his bag and distributed them, each one tailored to the individual soldier's situation.

"The content in your hands is your training for the next ten days! Follow every single word and sentence exactly as written. I guarantee this will be the greatest treasure of your lives! Alright, no more nonsense. Get started!"

Without giving these young calves a chance to get sentimental, Qin Fan put his hands behind his back, walked over to a military vehicle, and sat on its hood.

"Yes, Instructor!" a delayed, robust shout erupted.

Under Qin Fan's calm gaze, the seventeen soldiers quickly flipped through their papers. The more they read, the more solemn their faces became, their expressions a mixture of gravity and utter bewilderment.

About ten minutes later, once Qin Fan saw they had all reached the last page, he spoke from his position leaning against the windshield. "Finished reading? Then begin. Remember, you don't have much time left. At most, I can only stay here for another ten days. The level you reach from this is up to your own Creation!"

Hearing Qin Fan once again mention his final ten days, the soldiers suddenly lifted their heads to look at the figure sitting on the hood, complex expressions in their eyes.

Being sentimental was not the way of a hardened soldier, but they couldn't help but feel a strong, premature sense of reluctance and heartache, as if something precious was about to be torn from their hearts.

Clenching their teeth, they remained silent for a full ten seconds before shouting, "Yes, Instructor!"

As the shout faded, everyone began to follow the instructions on their A4 sheets to the letter.

"Number One Rookie, lift your foot another five centimeters! If it hurts, you just fucking endure it!"

"Number Six Rookie, your back! Can't you lower the arc of your waist even a little more?"

"Number Seven Rookie, fists on the ground—vertical! You fucking call that vertical?"

"Number Thirteen, Number Fifteen, Number Sixteen, and... ah, forget it! I'm not saying any more! If you have trouble with reading comprehension, go find a language tutor! I'm leaving. Figure it out yourselves!"

Shaking his head in frustration, Qin Fan jumped from the hood into the driver's seat of the open-top East Warrior. With a roar of the engine, he executed a sideways drift and sped away, leaving seventeen bewildered and self-reproachful soldiers in a cloud of billowing dust.

"Did we... did we do it wrong?"

"Here, let me see your sheet!"

"Damn, you're supposed to lift your leg to a one-hundred-eighty-degree angle, aren't you? You're tens of degrees off!"

Similar conversations broke out among the seventeen soldiers. After a moment, they all fell silent, their gazes instinctively turning toward the direction where the dust was gradually settling.

"It seems he's really angry and disappointed with us," one soldier said, his voice loud enough for all to hear.

The next moment, everyone went back to their papers, rereading them with total concentration, as if unwilling to miss even a single punctuation mark.

Far away, Qin Fan smiled to himself as he drove, observing the training field with his Divine Sense. "These kids can be taught," he murmured with a light laugh. "Ten days... I hope you all make good use of them."

With that, Qin Fan did not turn back. For the next three days, he didn't set foot on the training field.

However, his Divine Sense checked in on the situation from time to time, and the frequent smile that appeared on his face clearly showed his satisfaction.