Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 93 - 83: The First Day_2

Chapter 93: Chapter 83: The First Day_2

"Alright, are you two not embarrassed enough yet?" Qiao Ningyi said with a face of helplessness, "If you keep this up, it might not just be standing for two hours."

Liu Meijun chimed in, "Our class is a unit. Instead of wasting energy on infighting and giving other classes something to laugh at, we should work harder and strive to surpass the other classes."

"I agree with Liu Meijun’s idea," Qu Xiaojing said, "Getting famous in this manner is really nothing to be proud of."

"Who wants to get famous this way? I was just kindly reminding her," Yuan Mengmeng said defiantly.

"Kindly reminding? Is that your way of kindly reminding?" Sun Shangmei said fiercely, "You’re just trying to draw everyone’s attention because you’re desperate for men, right?"

"You’re slandering me! Sun Shangmei, you’re the one desperate for men!"

Qiao Ningyi said angrily, "It seems like you two are planning to stand here all day. Fine, I’ll accommodate you. After two hours when everyone leaves, you two can continue arguing here. It would be best to argue until you’re kicked out on the first day of reporting, then you’d really be famous!"

"Who wants to argue with her!"

Yuan Mengmeng and Sun Shangmei almost said in unison.

"This time, you seem to be in sync," Qiao Ningyi sighed lightly, "Anyway, on the first day of enlistment, class three has made a name for itself. To reverse this reputation is probably not something that can be achieved in just a day or two."

Yang Xiaoli replied with a smile, "You don’t need to be so pessimistic; as long as everyone is willing to try, class three could become more notable."

"Is this the kind of attention we want?" Qiao Ningyi said lightly.

"There’s no helping it, things have already situation, and we can only accept it calmly. On the first day, nobody knows much about the rules and regulations. Plus, this is a dispute driven by urban-rural discrepancies; we can’t entirely blame the two of them."

Yang Xiaoli’s statement clearly showed she was playing the good guy. Glancing at her lightly, Qiao Ningyi kept silent. From Yuan Mengmeng and Qi Jihong’s attitudes towards Yang Xiaoli, it could be inferred that Yang Xiaoli’s background was definitely deep. It was apparent that she was uncomfortable with her being the squad leader.

Chuxia had no interest in the overt and covert struggles among them. Although she was physically present, her mind was wandering.

She was curious about the soldiers of this era and admired them.

Since setting foot on this land, her heart had been excited and agitated, yet she felt a fearful concern. She had left home; could her parents adapt?

As the train started moving, the image of two figures hugging and crying stuck with her. Just thinking about that scene made her eyes sour.

Would her parents, who treasured her, eat well after her departure? She had promised to work hard and make something of herself to honor them.

Feeling her arm gently nudged, she turned her head to see Luo Xiaoqiong staring at her intently: "What are you thinking about? You’re so engrossed."

"Thinking about my parents."

"Pfft!" Yuan Mengmeng burst out, "Lin Chuxia, could you be any more hilarious? Thinking you are a little baby just because you’ve left home? Missing your parents already, eh? Aren’t you a bit old-fashioned?"

"Why do you have to be involved in everything?" Chuxia frowned, "Are you a fighting rooster? Can’t you feel comfortable unless you’re causing trouble? On the first day, you want to crap on my neck? Hmm! I don’t stir trouble, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it."

"Who’s a fighting rooster..."

Qiao Ningyi stepped forward, "Everyone shut up, no talking!"

"Why not?" Yuan Mengmeng challenged, "Captain Zeng only said to stand as a penalty, he didn’t say we couldn’t talk."

"Does that even need to be specified? Do you think you’re a primary school student?"

Yuan Mengmeng stiffened her neck: "To me, if it’s not explicitly forbidden, then it’s allowed. You’re the one who’s scared like a primary school student."

"Mengmeng, maybe say less," Squad Leader Qiao is right. We need to be conscious."

Yang Xiaoli’s casually spoken word silenced the belligerent Yuan Mengmeng like a fighting rooster.

It was clear to everyone present that Yuan Mengmeng was making a fuss on purpose, attempting to undermine Qiao Ningyi and to boost Yang Xiaoli’s authority.

Luo Xiaoqiong nudged Chuxia and stuck out her tongue at her.

Chuxia smiled lightly, saying nothing.

Let them make a fuss if they wish, as long as they don’t bother her, she won’t meddle in anyone’s affairs. She just needed to do her part well, become a competent medic, and have the ability to provide a good life for her parents.

Okay, her ambitions might not seem grand, but coming to this unfamiliar era, she really couldn’t have lofty aspirations.

Engage in business? She wasn’t cut out for that.

Enter politics? She didn’t have the brains for it.

Trade stocks? She didn’t understand the trends.

Buy lottery tickets? She didn’t know the numbers.

...

About this era, she couldn’t say she knew nothing, but it was close enough; as the years passed, she would know more, but not much of it would be practical.

She had heard the claim that one could get rich by setting up a street stall in the eighties, but she really didn’t have the confidence to make it work.

So, she would dutifully serve as a soldier, seize any opportunity to attend university, and become a public servant with a secure job, something everyone envied.

Speaking of which, a post-90s with a decent family background coming to this era really couldn’t afford to get hurt!

After standing as punishment at noon, they spent the afternoon memorizing regulations in the dormitory, concerning the next day’s test, thankfully preventing any further foolishness.

At six o’clock sharp they went to eat, and thus ended their first day of the new recruits’ life.

Luo Xiaoqiong, finally having some free time, hastily dragged Chuxia towards the male soldiers’ dormitory.

Chuxia, staggered by her pulling, secretly grimaced, unsure whether she was rushing to see Luo Hongqi or Zhao Guoliang. (To be continued. If you enjoy this novel, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets, and support my ongoing motivation.)