[Shangyang Continent] 1-3

Chapter 1
The morning sun lazily shone on the messy floor in front of the bed. There were underwear that hadn't been washed for a week, ripped
pants, and a terribly wrinkled shirt. A few fingers peeked out from under the shirt. The fingers were white and delicate
, with slender, slightly curved fingers. It was clear at a glance that its owner couldn't be too old.
The alarm clock, surrounded by a pile of instant noodle boxes, already pointed to 8:00, but Xiao Shen, fast asleep,
was still asleep.
Suddenly, the piercing alarm shattered the morning tranquility. A hand reached out from under the covers, groping around in front of the bed, knocking over
three or four instant noodle boxes and getting its hand greasy. The room finally returned to peace.
...One minute
...five minutes
...ten minutes...
"Ah...!!!" A scream rang out, "I'm late, I'm going to be late, damn it!!"
There seemed to be something human under the covers. With a quick somersault and a 360-degree turn, Xiao Shen was now standing
on a pile of rubble in front of the bed. He stepped on something with his left foot.
Looking down, he saw a poor, delicate little hand. It was groaning under his left foot.
He picked up the delicate little hand; thankfully, he was barefoot. The hand in his hand was still flawless.
It seemed transparent and crystal clear in the sunlight.
Recalling the madness of last night, the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward. Immediately, he threw the hand on the bed and
rushed to the bathroom to wash up. He hadn't forgotten that today wasn't a day off.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Shen, while running his hands through his messy hair, grabbed his textbooks and rushed out the door. His left
foot naturally hooked shut the door.
Today was the main course battlefield command by the perverted homeroom teacher, Lao Hao. Lao Hao had strictly instructed yesterday that there was a live-fire exercise today and
no one was allowed to be late. He had to ask for leave. Class was at 8:30, and it was already 8:25
. There were still ten minutes to go to the classroom. Charge!
The morning breeze blew past his ears. It was April, the warmest time of spring. On campus
, young women dressed in their beautiful spring outfits early, flitting about like butterflies by the flowerbeds and in front of the teaching buildings, displaying their
youth and beauty.
Xiao Shen couldn't help but think of the owner of the hand at home.
Yesterday was his best friend Zhao Zisheng's 16th birthday. Like many good friends, they went to the Tianxiang Tower near the school
and had a blast until after 1 a.m. Zhao Zisheng had taken the virginity of his girlfriend of ten years, Hua Zi,
personally slicing her neck to make her his first.
Actually, Hua Zi was also Xiao Shen's dream girl. From the time Zhao Zisheng brought Hua Zi to him when he was ten, he
could never forget her. Unfortunately, Hua Zi had already pledged allegiance to Zhao Zisheng back then. To his shame,
no girl had ever pledged allegiance to him. Actually, it wouldn't be difficult to find one now, but perhaps it was because of Hua Zi.
Xiao Shen had never pursued any girl, so it was normal that no girl had pledged allegiance to him. But at 16, not having
a female companion is quite unusual in this era.
Xiao Shen's only remaining memory of Hanako was her right hand. He had personally
taken it from her body and couldn't bear to eat it. He'd drunk himself into oblivion yesterday, but hadn't forgotten to bring it home.
The classroom was in sight. Just one more turn and it would be there.
Suddenly, a little girl appeared, and the two lost their footing, tumbling together.
"I'm sorry, are you alright?" Xiao Shen, being a man, apologized first,
quickly standing up and picking up his and her dropped textbooks.
"I'm fine," a soft voice said. The little girl stood up and looked down at herself.
"I'm fine, I'm going now, I'm going to be late." Xiao Shen turned and ran, finally entering the classroom just as the bell rang
.
"Go sit down, class is starting," Old Hao, already in the classroom, glared at Xiao Shen.
"Today we're having a live-fire exercise. The school takes this exercise very seriously, and it's important for your future.
Although we live in a peaceful era, our enemies haven't disappeared, and we need to be vigilant at all times.
We have plenty of soldiers, but we lack commanders. I doubt any of you would want to be soldiers." Old Hao was
about forty years old and well-maintained.
"The school has prepared four hundred troops for our exercise. Now, let's divide into teams." Old Hao's piercing
eyes swept across the group of students below the stage, who clearly had been out partying last night, checking if anyone
was daydreaming or dozing off.
"We'll be divided into red and green teams. Victory is achieved by capturing the enemy's flag or by one team being completely wiped out."
"Old-fashioned, always capturing the flag, nothing new," Xiao Shen muttered to his deskmate Zhao Zisheng. Clearly, the other
seemed
out of sorts .
"Using the center line of the classroom as a reference, the left side is red, and the right side is green. You have ten minutes to determine your team
leaders.
"

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