First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 235
Chapter 235: Extra 4: Instructor Lian and Her Little Companions
Everyone finally quieted down for a moment, thoroughly shaken by the instructor's words.
Instructor vs. Instructor competition, and you could even turn instructors?
A male student cursed, "Holy crap, who the hell is that twisted?!"
This voiced everyone's thoughts, followed by a collective outburst of curses.
"What kind of precedent is this setting? Did the instructor suffer some kind of trauma to become like this today? But mutual harm is absolutely unacceptable!"
"This person should be dragged away for ideological re-education!"
The instructor added faintly, "Legend says her name was Lian Sheng."
Although he hadn't experienced it personally, this incident became a disgrace for the base instructors. The returning instructor used this event to sternly teach later juniors, preventing the same tragedy from recurring. It taught them that enemy cunning knows no age, appearance, or gender.
He only knew that the instructors were not only turned but also later tricked. Their dignity as teachers vanished completely. The specific details were lost to time, but the related admonitions remained as a fine tradition.
Students progressed, and so did instructors; otherwise, they couldn't handle these live wires. Did they think it was easy?
But history always repeats itself in surprising ways. Besides the related name, there was also the same painful heart.
Hearing that name, the students seemed to hit a pause button, falling into a strange silence.
Then they started mindlessly praising her, as if the previous incident never happened.
"No wonder she was so clever!"
"Too, too smart! Truly worthy of being an outstanding frontline commander, an excellent example of combined strength and intelligence!"
"More than just good, okay? Look at her! In an activity with such clear stances, she could even turn cunning instructors. Definitely not an ordinary person!"
"Talent indeed shows early signs. Was she already that formidable in university?"
"Those who only rely on brute force, what are they called? Brutes! That instructor must have studied my idol's life story and then crudely imitated her. Damn, too insidious!"
"More than insidious, simply shameless! Never again!"
The eliminated "corpses" looked hopefully at Yu Yang and the other successors, entrusting them, "You must teach her a lesson, make her understand the huge gap between herself and a real commander. We're counting on you."
The successors grasped their hands, feeling the expectation and encouragement from their comrades. Moved, they said, "Rest assured! Mission guaranteed!"
Yu Yang: "..."
The instructor watched coldly from the side.
A group of brainwashed individuals bathed in the glow of idiocy. Who knew when they would return to the normal track.
He waved his hand, "Let's go, stop chatting, everyone upstairs is still waiting."
The group followed behind him, continuing up the mountain.
The glorious successors engaged in internal discussion: "The same method can't be used twice, right?"
"The problem lies with those bewitched students. Have they sobered up? A whole group died, don't they know they were used?"
"Not necessarily. Some students just want chaos, some have aligned interests. Even if they know they're being used, they're probably happy about it because it's mutually beneficial. The instructor wasn't wrong."
Since everyone was farming points individually, the instructor essentially united the easily eliminated players at the start into an underdog group, forming a new team. Relying on numerical advantage, they gained a certain competitive edge for themselves.
Relationships bound by interest always have persistent individuals. It wasn't exactly bewitchment; they were quite clear-headed.
"Those turned were just minor figures. Low skill level, just causing trouble."
"Just causing trouble killed so many people just now. That's a huge advantage for the instructor!"
"Maybe we can infiltrate, then turn back, play a game of spy vs. spy."
"Isn't that still an internal massacre free-for-all? Are you kidding me?"
"But at least we can know the instructor's position, ready to counterattack at any time."
As they spoke, they paused and looked again at the leading instructor.
After all, in this activity, they were competitors. The content of their discussion could very well be revealed by him to his own companions. That would make this instructor a spy.
"Heh." The leading instructor glanced at them with an expression devoid of desire. "Your current thoughts are no secret. I don't need to convey them."
He pointed at the group, "Put on your helmets, prepare to enter the attack zone."
The group had already reached the mid-mountain waiting area while talking. After putting on their helmets, the instructor went straight up to pick up another batch of students.
The successors continued their discussion:
"By the way, which instructor came up with the idea?"
"Regardless of which one, let me tell you, the most punchable one is that female instructor. You can recognize the female one, right? It was her just now."
"Anyway, even if it wasn't her, it's their group. Don't let any of them go."
The group discussed their grand strategy against the enemy. At this moment, their hatred for the instructors was unanimous; they didn't care about teams or comrades anymore. They had to deal with the internal traitors first, seize bullets, and simultaneously take the instructors' heads to show their allegiance!
Before they finished speaking, people went up one after another, and a new batch arrived at the bottom waiting.
Students gathered in groups of two or three. Occasionally, when two instructors came up, they would sit on the other side, trying to avoid talking to them to maintain the fairness of the competition.
But this time, an instructor came up, glanced around, and finally approached the students.
Those few immediately fell silent, looking nervously at the instructor.
"You guys haven't gone up yet," Fang Jianchen sauntered over to Yu Yang's side. "Why aren't you sitting with them?"
Yu Yang was sitting alone on a rock not far away, fingers toying with his gun. Hearing this, he looked up and frowned, "You know who I am?"
"There are thousands of pretentious men, but the king of pretense stands out," Fang Jianchen said. "I see your extraordinary aura. I know it's you, Yu Yang."
"..." Yu Yang, "..."
Fang Jianchen wiggled his eyebrows and smiled at him, indicating his friendliness.
Yu Yang and Ding Xuexi were the key targets mentioned this time. Since the competition was ongoing, their positions would be hidden after going up the mountain, but in the preparation area, the instructors could clearly see where these two were.
Yu Yang: "Something wrong?"
Fang Jianchen spoke in a kindhearted tone, "This won't work for you guys. I just came to remind you, you need to be more united, don't act alone."
The other students also quietly moved closer, wanting to hear their conversation. Fang Jianchen had no intention of hiding anything, so his voice remained loud.
Fang Jianchen said, "Two of your teammates just died. The safety of those still on the mountain probably can't be guaranteed either. Plus the few who haven't gone up yet, it means your team is severely incomplete. At times like this, maintaining your coolness and dignity is useless. You should quickly find external support."
Yu Yang lowered his head, "I have my own plans."
Fang Jianchen rubbed his chin.
He believed Yu Yang would look for partners, but likely ones like Ding Xuexi. However, the mountain was so large, everyone wore bulletproof gear, making it hard to distinguish friend from foe. How difficult would it be to find a specific team?
The situation was urgent, but until the last moment, he seemed unwilling to compromise.
Fang Jianchen recalled his past self and actually felt quite understanding.
The mindset was truly different now.
If it were him back then, he might have done the same. Because their obsession with the strong was too deep; it was the conclusion and information drawn from their experiences over the past twenty years.
Normally, they rarely encountered high-level commanders. Cooperating with the weak often only dragged them down, while strong alliances could at least ensure self-preservation and normal performance.
Just like playing games, no one wanted to carry a newbie; psychologically, it felt like doing charity.
It wasn't until meeting Lian Sheng that his worldview began to shatter and reshape. It made him understand that who your teammates were didn't matter; the key was recognizing the commander.
That was someone who, even if they couldn't fight, just standing behind you could make you feel powerful.
That was true strength.
Fang Jianchen ruffled Yu Yang's hair. Yu Yang looked up at him with a greatly startled expression.
Under Yu Yang's gaze, Fang Jianchen sat down beside him, "Hasn't anyone told you? Your counselor, is he yours? The one named Meng Jiangwu, Teacher Meng, he used to be a Command Department student too. Back then, he was on the same team as Lian Sheng."
Several people looked at him doubtfully.
Fang Jianchen bounced his leg, "Back then, Lian Sheng had just transferred majors, knew nothing, and was weak as a willow, couldn't run fast, and her sniping skills couldn't compare to someone named Fang Jianchen. Of course, still can't compare now."
Everyone: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Fang Jianchen touched his helmet, letting out a breath with a hint of shyness and satisfaction. He continued, "I'm not exaggerating. She was that useless back then, genuinely useless. But even so, she still got super high scores in the individual points competition and the instructor vs. instructor match. And her cooperative team, including her, eight people in total, five were from the Command Department, and those five couldn't fight at all. Their level was basically scavenging points."
The crowd sighed sincerely, "Wow—"
Look, it's God!
Fang Jianchen: "..."
Fang Jianchen: "..."
Damn it, where did these brain-dead fans come from?
"You shouldn't underestimate anyone you think is weak. Anyone who can come here won't be too bad, certainly not worse than Lian Sheng back then. If you think they're weak, it's because you yourself aren't strong enough. Because you don't know how to cooperate," Fang Jianchen said. "I think a good soldier not only achieves personal excellence but also knows how to accommodate teammates, observe their situation, and provide timely cover and coordination."
Fang Jianchen pointed at him, "Like you, do you have deterrent power?"
Yu Yang: "What do you mean?"
Fang Jianchen: "Can you rally a hundred responses with a single call?"
Yu Yang raised an eyebrow, "I'm not a commander."
"Whether you're a commander or not, a truly strong person can bring out the qualities of their teammates. Besides, commanders are mostly in the rear; the ones who can truly adjust the team's morale are actually the team leaders," Fang Jianchen said. "You'll find that a general, more or less, understands some command. When you want to keep moving upwards, you must have your own ideas, sufficient decisiveness, and cooperativeness. You can only cultivate this awareness when you're young, because time is very unforgiving."
Lian Sheng perhaps couldn't even be considered a commander in the modern sense, because most of the time, she fought alongside them on the front lines.
Like Liliana, she was also an excellent warrior, but she also possessed her own ability to analyze and judge the battle situation.
Especially when rising through the ranks, facing soldiers of various abilities, one discovers that a soldier who actively cooperates is as precious as a divine weapon. Generally, such soldiers, even if slightly weaker in individual strength, have better development prospects.
Yu Yang and Ding Xuexi's individual strengths were already unquestionable. Observation showed they were talented, calm enough, and willing to endure hardship. If their awareness could be more comprehensive, it would be even more perfect.
Just as Yu Yang was about to speak, his number was called from the front.
Estimating he wouldn't finish, he quickly picked up his gun, flashed into the mountain forest from the side, and started moving.
As soon as he left, the students beside him crowded in.
Their eyes shone brightly, "Instructor, do you know people from the Expeditionary Force? Were you also a student at Alliance University before?"
Fang Jianchen squinted and smiled, "Want to hear legendary stories? Search online. There are all sorts of mythical versions, even an 'otherworld transmigration' version."
The crowd hissed in disappointment.
Yu Yang carried his gun and went forward to rendezvous with his teammates.
Although his teammates didn't know the specific progress of numbers up the mountain, it was already past noon. He believed they should be prepared.
At this time, the lunch supply drop had just ended. The mountain was either in chaos or group movements. Yu Yang was alone now; revealing his movements could be dangerous. He chose a hidden path, carefully moving upwards towards the agreed meeting point.
Upon reaching the vicinity of the target location, he found the area very quiet. He first confirmed there were no ambushes or watchers around before daring to approach.
He searched the surroundings but found no markings. This was illogical.
Yu Yang's heart sank. Could they really have been completely wiped out?
He unslung his gun, found a hidden spot, and temporarily waited in the shadows for teammates to arrive.
An hour, let's see. If they still hadn't come, he would have to make other plans.
He didn't wait long before someone indeed came.
Yu Yang remained hidden, not making a sound, observing for the time being.
"Yu Yang!" The person couldn't find him and called out.
Judging by the movements and voice, it wasn't his teammate.
Yu Yang frowned, raised his gun from cover, and aimed at him.
The male student turned sideways, saw his action and hostility, stood still, and said speechlessly, "What are you doing? I'm your teammate! What are you trying to do?"
Yu Yang paused, then remembered this was indeed the case. Although he was acting according to his old team, the instructor had actually reassigned him to a new group.
Yu Yang lowered his gun, let him approach, then asked, "Why are you looking for me?"
"I... got your location from your friend. Three of you have already been eliminated, half scattered, unsuitable for solo action," the student said. "The instructors are cunning, but we currently know their positions. We can't take them down by force, so we found a large group and decided to collectively confront the instructors. Figured you'd be coming soon, so came to notify you."
Yu Yang: "Are they there too?"
'They' here naturally referred to the surviving teammates.
"Yes, this is no time for us to be divided," the student said. "At worst, we can have a direct confrontation. If we lose, we accept it. At least we won't die too unjustly."
Yu Yang thought for a moment, then continued asking, "Who all is there, how many people, what's their strength?"
The student answered patiently, "Ding Xuexi's team is also there. Don't worry, the stronger ones are generally on our side. Our numerical advantage is more obvious now. They have trouble finding people, and even if they do, they can't fully trust them; that combination is too flimsy. We just had a skirmish, now gathering firepower, waiting for the next clash."
The student excitedly said to Yu Yang, "You should hurry too! Any later and the fight might start. Go grab some points in the chaos. Taking down those few, getting revenge, couldn't be more satisfying, right?"
Yu Yang asked again, "What about the instructors? Didn't you say they ran off during the chaos earlier? How did they come back?"
"Don't know why, but they're here anyway. Now with another group of students, inciting internal conflict among us," the student said. "Ding Xuexi said, maybe because the small teams they recruited aren't stable. Without instructors guiding and assisting from behind, they'd easily be broken up by students. And separated from the instructors, their relationship of interest would be hard to sustain, they wouldn't continue cooperating. So if the instructors want to use students to fight students, they must maintain a united front with them. Then they found a chance and came back."
Yu Yang vaguely felt something was wrong, sensing everything was part of someone else's calculation. He whispered, "Behind the instructors' actions like this, I feel it shouldn't be simple. Does she have some other plan?"
"Who cares if it's simple or not! Just asking if you want to follow the main group, why are you thinking so much?" the student raised his voice, somewhat anxiously, "Classmate Yu Yang! You're alone now, the situation is already clear, following the main group is the safest! If your target is still the instructors, are you planning to ride solo for a thousand miles?"
Yu Yang didn't agree immediately, still thinking.
From a point-scoring perspective, he actually shouldn't follow the main group. Instead, he should gather a team, abandon the small group targeting the instructors here, and go for the points from other scattered instructors.
Clearly, the difficulty levels between the two were not the same.
But in that case, later on, the instructor's faction would continuously grow stronger, student numbers would decrease further, elite manpower would be insufficient, making it even harder to take down their team.
But now, the students were fixated on Instructor Lian. The current action had nothing to do with points or winning/losing; it was more like a battle for dignity. Meaning, they wouldn't retreat until they took the instructors' heads.
Yu Yang had always been someone who disliked acting on emotion, so he hesitated slightly at this moment.
Abandon Instructor Lian, or abandon scoring points?
The student looked at him for a while, suddenly feeling a sense of powerlessness. He sighed, realizing once again they weren't from the same world.
The student shrugged, "Knew you'd be like this, acting like we're all trying to trick you. Dad isn't that bad, okay? Can't you trust us for once?"
Yu Yang looked up, "You misunderstand, that's not what I meant."
The student stood up, "Whatever you want. If you don't want to act with us, I can relay the message to your other teammates. I'm heading back first."
He was excited when he came, genuinely wanting to cooperate with Yu Yang. Because they were teammates, even if not teammates Yu Yang chose willingly, they were teammates in name.
He knew Yu Yang following his own team made it easier to score points, and the points he scored counted towards the team total. This actually made him feel ashamed; no man could accept such results calmly.
He really wanted to tell Yu Yang that he also had the strength to assist.
Because of the strength gap, just as Yu Yang wanted to prove himself to the instructor, he also wanted to prove himself to Yu Yang.
So when this opportunity for a large melee arose, his first reaction was secret joy, then he happily came looking for him.
A very simple, yet laughable thought. Perhaps the other party would never understand, and he was just being sentimental.
The student turned around to go back. Yu Yang hesitated for a moment, then picked up his gun and followed.
The student turned back in surprise. Yu Yang said, "Let's go."
When Yu Yang arrived, Ding Xuexi was negotiating with the students opposite, trying to persuade them to unite against the instructors.
Both sides hid in the bushes, selecting a student to go forward, staying as far away from the instructors as possible, to relay information.
Internal conflict was just self-consumption, not a long-term solution. Instructors had three hit chances, so when under siege, they were willing to use their safety counts to play with them.
But over time, when the instructors started to counterattack, the consequences would clearly be tragic.
Now they had more people, stronger forces. If they fought internally, the weaker ones would suffer more casualties. Hopefully, the turned squad members could recognize reality, take advantage of the instructors being unprepared, launch a major counteroffensive, create a significant numerical advantage, and take the heads of the five instructors.
This was a safer and more appropriate approach, and could even be considered a meritorious deed.
The members of the turned squad unsurprisingly wavered again. Most of them decided to switch sides again, following the students.
Although this team couldn't last long either, with benefits at stake, what was there to hesitate about?
As for those who hadn't decided yet, they had no power to say no at this point and could only follow the majority.
So, both sides agreed. This time, they must make the instructors suffer. New grudges and old hatreds, might as well settle them together.
They then began agreeing on action signals, finding the right moment to strike and break through.
The male students grinned sinisterly, "Can't wait to see the instructors' expressions of hatred and regret."
Yu Yang organized his gun, took a bullet pouch from a teammate, stuffed it into his pants pocket, and said, "Still need to prepare for the worst. I feel since they dared to make a deal with the tiger, they should have thought of a way out. Daring to stay opposite so quietly, perhaps they have a next step in mind."
Ding Xuexi said, "Whatever their way out is, the fact remains we have a tenfold numerical advantage. If we still can't take them down under these circumstances, I accept defeat."
Yu Yang thought about it and agreed. From the current perspective and standpoint, they had no reason to give up this opportunity.
At this moment, the five Lian Sheng members following behind the turned squad were waiting for the enemy's next move.
Ye Buqing had circled around to the side, carefully looking for any tricks among them.
Zhou Shirui said, "It's been quiet for a long time, no unusual movements, very strange."
"They're negotiating. Exchanging messages," Ye Buqing said. "Should be planning to turn them again."
Lian Sheng nodded, "When feeling unsafe, or when there's more to gain, switching sides is very normal."
Cheng Ze: "So..."
Lian Sheng changed her squatting position, "Re-estimate our enemy numbers, confirm if bullet counts are sufficient, then form ranks, prepare for battle."
Ye Buqing returned to position. The four stood in a semicircle, protecting Zhou Shirui in the very center.
Zhou Shirui used his sniper rifle to observe the distant movements.
A rustle in the bushes signaled the start of this battle with a large numerical disparity between the enemy and themselves.
Zhou Shirui said, "They're coming."
Everyone adjusted their posture, fingers on triggers, ready to attack at any moment.
There were only five of them. Opposite, roughly estimated, including all the turned masses, there were about fifty people. This meant achieving a one-versus-ten ratio.
It seemed difficult, but actually, changing the calculation made it simple. Enemy students would be eliminated immediately after one hit, while they had three chances. Excluding the headcounts sacrificed earlier to win over students, averaging one-versus-four was roughly enough.
Was it difficult? Not at all!
When large groups operate, they often expose a crucial weakness: the sense of security brought by numbers leads to various loopholes in their actions, especially among inexperienced amateurs.
That was a good opportunity to attack. In their eyes, it was no different from running naked.
Another point, fifty people were too many. Although they shared some interests, they were essentially competitors. No one would willingly sacrifice themselves for others. Lacking an influential commander, rational coordination was impossible.
Under these circumstances, cooperation between teams was lacking, formations were scattered, easily broken upon charging, posing little threat.
Moreover, fifty people couldn't possibly advance in one batch. To ensure their own safety, they still needed some cover. The best method was to use numbers for encirclement attacks.
Seeing them start to disperse their teams, preparing to circle around, Lian Sheng anticipated their actions. Naturally, she wouldn't give them too much freedom of movement, directly shouting, "Go!"
The five raised their guns and launched an all-out assault towards the opposite side.
Watching the five charge towards them menacingly, the students momentarily lost focus.
They had thought the opponents might guess they would turn back again, but they hadn't expected that, knowing this, the opponents would still charge head-on.
Instantly, their scalps tingled. The dispersing encirclement formation paused. For a moment, they didn't know whether to gather together and use numerical advantage for strong pressure, or proceed as planned, encircling first then wearing them down.
"Don't panic!" Ding Xuexi shouted. "Continue spreading out, control the distance, surround them! We have absolute numerical advantage, nothing to fear!"
Yu Yang raised his gun, found cover, and prepared for a direct assault.
Meanwhile, Lian Sheng and the others pressed forward while moving towards the edge.
Firstly, to use their inherent chaos to further disrupt their actions. Secondly, to avoid attacks from the previously dispersed left and right flanks, striving for a more comfortable fighting style.
The four main forces stood in staggered positions, covering each other's blind spots, protecting teammates. Simultaneously, they paid attention to changing angles, allowing their chosen cover to better conceal their figures without being captured by the enemy.
Zhou Shirui calmly reported, "Current danger positions: Ye Buqing, northeast thirty degrees, northwest eighty degrees."
Ye Buqing directly chambered rounds and accurately fired two shots towards the target directions.
Zhou Shirui: "Zhao Zhuoluo, northeast sixty degrees vicinity."
Zhao Zhuoluo glanced roughly at the position, then fired.
Lian Sheng estimated the distance, blinked, "Zhuoluo, front left fifteen degrees, help me get someone."
Zhao Zhuoluo tilted his gun and fired towards the target direction.
Their coordination was seamless, their marksmanship divine. They almost always exploited enemy openings, taking them down in one move. For a moment, their formation seemed even more dominant than the student side.
Bullets zipped through the dense forest without pause. That decisiveness gave no hint that there were only five people opposite.
Students didn't fire as decisively. When one fell, the person behind didn't know to fill the gap promptly. As numbers dwindled, internal morale instantly plummeted.
Yu Yang held his gun, carefully observing their bullet trajectories and accuracy, shaking his head.
He had been pondering what conspiracy the opponents had, whether they had some backup plan, that made them choose to stay put even knowing they might be turned again. Now he finally understood clearly. No reason, just a difference in strength.
The opponents didn't care about their various strategies and actions because, to them, these schemes were like the Monkey King tumbling freely in the Buddha's palm – coming and going, still within their grasp.
Perhaps for them, compared to constantly searching for scattered targets in the forest to eliminate, it was better to directly create an opportunity for the students to unite and come find them together.
Convenient, simple.
So they were willing to deliberately expose loopholes for the students to insert themselves.
Just that arrogant reason.
When the numbers dropped by over a dozen, although they still held some advantage, some personnel gritted their teeth and chose to retreat.
Their retreat caused this discordant team to collapse directly.
As the saying goes, defeat is like a landslide, leaving the army utterly routed.
Seeing the tide had turned, Ding Xuexi pulled Yu Yang, shouting for him to retreat together.
So when Fang Jianchen cheerfully came up the mountain and found their location from the students' mouths, everything was already over.
Corpses lay scattered horizontally and vertically on the ground, but none were killed by him.
He found it somewhat unacceptable.
Missed another intense instructor vs. instructor competition.
Seeing his dazed look, Lian Sheng raised her hand and greeted, "Fangfang ah, why are you always falling behind? Always missing the good times. These students are so much fun."
The fun students: "..."
There's no justice!
Where is justice!
Fang Jianchen held his head and lay on the ground with the corpses. Dignity prevented him from wailing, but his heart was still bleeding.
Lian Sheng and the others sat down to count bullets, finding their stock quite abundant. It was still early, so they decided to go snatch the supply drop.
Previously, to lead those students, they couldn't conveniently leave. Now regaining freedom, it was just right for lunch.
However, perhaps those students' confidence was severely hit by her. Afterward, upon seeing a large group of instructors, they turned and ran without hesitation.
Lian Sheng and the others were also helpless. They stayed on the mountain until evening. Lian Sheng needed to use the restroom midway and decided to withdraw from this competition early.
Because of the news of Lian Sheng and others participating, the coaches who came this time were almost all elite personnel from the training base.
This led to a particularly tragic outcome for the students in the instructor vs. instructor competition. Probably the most tragic combat exercise in recent years.
Hearing about it, Lian Sheng couldn't help but shed tears for them.
Coupled with the excessive, pointless consumption by students earlier, when the competition ended, over twenty instructors remained on the mountain. Nearly one-third of the total number.
Everyone sat at the foot of the mountain, looking dejected.
Having never experienced such failure, it was difficult to accept momentarily.
Originally, the instructor vs. instructor competition was something that excited them, but this year, they clearly felt a trace of fear... and retreat.
That feeling of being constrained, unable to exert themselves, prevented them from even displaying their original strength.
Everyone looked up and howled like wolves, slapping their thighs in unwilling release:
"Perverts..."
"Insane..."
"Shameless..."
"I hate this!"
Lian Xun walked over, standing before them with his hands behind his back.
A male student looked up at him, only then realizing he had unintentionally slandered his sister in front of a child. Although the other party might not know, the transgression was still significant.
Everyone immediately fell silent, "Don't take it to heart, we were just talking nonsense. Good children don't learn to swear from us, okay?"
Lian Xun approached, raised his hand, and patted his head, then moved to the next one, patting another male student's head.
Then, like inspecting a queue, he patted his way down the line.
The scene was very quiet, and also awkward. Everyone was somewhat dumbfounded.
Ji Ban followed behind him, watching him, "What are you doing?"
Lian Xun said, "I'm comforting them! Lost the fight, I understand."
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