After Transmigrating Into a Book, I Became That Omega - Chapter 10

Stumbling and struggling, the students finally completed their assessments just before nightfall.

“Whole squad, attention! Stand up.”

After straightening the formation, Gan Xi had Sang Yuan lead the class to dinner. He picked up the quilt himself. “I’ll bring this back to you in a bit.”

In the cafeteria, Sang Yuan led the students to their assigned seats. In the middle of the long dining table sat a basket of steamed buns, a pot of soup, and a pot of stir-fry. Ten people shared one long table, and every table had the exact same food.

Sang Yuan’s group occupied four tables. Just as they sat down, they heard an instructor bark, “Start eating! Ten minutes!”

Ten minutes?

Everyone was stunned for a moment but reacted quickly. Some snorted with disdain, continuing to eat at their usual slow pace. Others looked at the food with disgust—What is this junk? Is it for pigs?

Sang Yuan, however, wasn’t surprised. Back when he used to follow the police officers around, their eating speed was no different from the military’s. When a case broke, having to leave after a single bite was a common occurrence.

He gave a kind, low-voiced warning: “Eat fast.”

Someone at the table immediately snapped back, “What are you acting for? You’re just a Beta—do you really think you’re something special? Just because you’re an acting monitor, you think you can tell us what to do?”

The blunt words caused the atmosphere at the table to freeze. Some were indifferent, some were gloating, and others looked worried.

Sang Yuan remained silent for a moment, then let out a light chuckle. His sharp gaze met the speaker’s eyes. “It seems Student Du Ming has a big problem with the instructor’s decision.”

“If you’re not satisfied, find a way to replace me. There’s no need to whine about it here.”

“You!” Du Ming stood up in a rage, glaring at him.

“What are you doing! If you’re not eating, get out!” the instructor standing by the wall roared. Du Ming stiffened, then sat back down sullenly.

Sang Yuan said nothing more and focused on eating quickly. For many used to leisurely meals, ten minutes was nowhere near enough.

The moment the whistle blew, the instructors lining the walls stepped forward in unison. “Whole squad, attention! Stand up!”

Only a portion of the students had finished and stood up.

“Those standing, return to your dorms to rest,” one instructor said, scanning the people still seated. “The rest of you, ten laps around the athletic field.”

“What!”

“On what grounds?!”

The cafeteria erupted at the instructor’s words.

“In the military, obeying orders is your bounden duty!”

“I don’t care if you’re the ‘chosen ones’ at your university; once you enter this base, you follow our commands. If you don’t obey, I have plenty of ways to make you listen.”

“Now, if any of you who were standing go back to the dorm instead of running, you’ll join them in the laps.”

Those standing hurried out of the cafeteria upon hearing the instructor’s merciless tone. One student tried to sneak into the departing group but was pinned directly to the ground by an instructor, his face pressed against the floor, unable to move.

The remaining students didn’t dare stir. Seeing an Alpha being “rubbed into the dirt” so easily, the remaining Betas and Omegas didn’t dare cause a scene.

Leaving the cafeteria, Sang Yuan spotted Ji Tang and Luo Xinghe. He waved at them, greeting them happily. “Which formations are you guys in? Where are you staying?”

“Ji Tang is in Squad 1, I’m in Squad 7,” Luo Xinghe smiled. “It’s quite a coincidence; we’re both on the third floor. He’s in 303, I’m in 307. How about you?”

“I’m in Squad 15, Room 103. Two floors directly below Ji Tang.”

As Sang Yuan chatted with them, he saw his instructor waving from a distance. “My instructor’s looking for me. I’ve gotta go, catch you later!” With that, he sprinted off.

Luo Xinghe chuckled. “That roommate of ours is certainly cheerful.”

“Mm,” Ji Tang grunted in response. He watched as Sang Yuan took the quilt from the instructor, a brilliant smile on his face. He seemed like someone without a single worry in the world.

Sang Yuan returned to the dorm with the fresh quilt Gan Xi had brought back. The instructor was actually quite decent, specifically getting him a new one.

In Sang Yuan’s dorm, half the people hadn’t returned—they were all out running laps. It was over an hour later when they finally staggered back, exhausted. The little bit of food they had eaten had been completely burned off. They massaged their sore legs and began cursing the moment they hit the room.

To accommodate the freshmen on their first day, no evening studies were arranged. Lights out was at 10:00 PM sharp.

The next morning, Sang Yuan woke up and went for his usual warm-up run, even squeezing in some martial arts practice. On his way back, he saw many soldiers already beginning their morning drills.

Sang Yuan sped up. Sure enough, when he reached the dorm, Gan Xi was holding a whistle, ready to blow. Seeing Sang Yuan return from outside with a healthy flush on his face, he raised an eyebrow. “Out exercising?”

“Yes, Instructor.”

“Not bad. I hope you can maintain this kind of stamina tomorrow,” Gan Xi said cryptically before blowing the whistle.

The piercing blast jolted the people in the two dorms awake from their dreams. Sang Yuan had already quickly changed into his uniform. He shouted to the group, “Hurry up! The instructor is outside!”

The students scrambled into motion. However, yesterday’s laps had left some of them unable to even stand; their legs felt like they didn’t belong to them anymore. It took fifteen minutes for the two dorms to form a ragged line.

Gan Xi checked his watch. He wasn’t angry, but rather wore a smile. “Generally speaking, we give five minutes for morning hygiene. Since it’s your first day, I gave you a five-minute grace period.”

“Unfortunately, as of right now, you are still five minutes overtime.”

“Everyone will perform a penalty of five laps after today’s training is over.”

“Starting tomorrow, if a single person in a dorm fails to wash up and line up within the designated time, the entire dorm will be punished.”

“Oh, and by the way, starting tomorrow, hygiene time is exactly five minutes.”

“Now, Monitor, lead the squad to the athletic field for drills. Ten laps to warm up.”

The students’ faces paled. Ten laps just to warm up? Is that how warming up works? Those who had run ten laps the night before felt their legs trembling. Were these instructors in a conspiracy? Did they think ten laps was the minimum for showing “sincerity”?

“Oh, right. If you don’t finish the laps, you don’t get breakfast,” Gan Xi added helpfully, glancing at the time. “Breakfast is at 8:00 AM. If you haven’t reached the cafeteria by then, you don’t eat.”

“It’s exactly one hour until eight o’clock.”

“I hope you won’t have to train on empty stomachs.”

“Keep it up!”