Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

The crowd dispersed.

A major carrying two bars and a one-star rank on his shoulder strode in. He was a big, burly man with a fierce face; he looked like a tough character.

"Battalion Commander!" Instructor Zhao immediately stood at attention and saluted.

The battalion commander returned the salute, then stared intently at Gu Heng with his tiger-like eyes, and smiled knowingly.

"Kid, not bad acting. No wonder you're a student at the Beijing Film Academy, that fall just now looked so real."

Gu Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, we've run into a tough nut to crack.

"Battalion Commander, I really wasn't faking it. I really can't beat them." Gu Heng immediately put on an innocent smile, which was incredibly sincere.

Don't give me that.

The battalion commander took off his military cap and used it to fan himself.

"If I couldn't even see through this feint, I'd have gone home and grown sweet potatoes long ago."

"Young people these days, if you're capable, show it. Hiding it is something women do. What? You look down on us soldiers?"

The moment those words were spoken, the tension in the air instantly escalated.

The students who were just making a fuss all quieted down.

Yang Mi stood in the line, her brows furrowed, her fox-like eyes revealing a look of worry.

If Gu Heng really angers the instructor, how will he be able to live his life in the future?

Gu Heng sighed helplessly and put away his playful smile.

"So, what do you mean, Battalion Commander?"

"If you're a trained fighter, don't try anything fancy."

The battalion commander turned to the side and pointed to the dark-faced instructor behind him who hadn't said a word.

"This is Yan Lei, one of our battalion's top fighters. He's won a prize in the army-wide competition. You can lend him a hand."

"The rules are flexible. Wrestling, grappling, Sanda—as long as you don't gouge eyes or kick the groin, you can choose whatever you like."

The instructor named Yan Lei took a step forward.

This man was not tall, but he was very strong. His neck was as thick as his head. Standing there, he was like a silent iron ingot, exuding a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

The surrounding students gasped.

With that physique and that aura, it felt like one punch from him could make Gu Heng kneel on the ground begging him not to die.

"Isn't this a bit unfair?" Jing Chao muttered under his breath. "We're just college students, and they look like special forces soldiers."

"What are the benefits of winning?" Gu Heng suddenly asked.

The battalion commander was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Interesting! You dare to negotiate! Fine, if you win, you don't need to participate in the next two weeks of military training! See those watermelons under that tree over there? You can sit there, eat watermelon, and watch the show—I've given you special permission!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

No more military training? And we can still gossip?

For freshmen who are being exposed to the scorching sun, this is simply heavenly treatment!

"Holy crap..." Wang Renjun's eyes turned red. "Jing Chao, if I could skip military training, I'd call Gu Heng grandpa!"

Gu Heng's eyes lit up as well.

"Battalion Commander, you said it yourself." Gu Heng said, unbuttoning two buttons on his camouflage uniform while stretching his neck.

"Hundreds of people are witnesses; my word is my bond!"

Yan Lei walked expressionlessly to the center of the arena, assumed a standard military combat starting stance, lowered his center of gravity, and fixed his gaze on Gu Heng's shoulder.

"Begin!" the battalion commander ordered.

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Lei made a move.

fast!

Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, a powerful low sweeping kick aimed straight at Gu Heng's lower body, the sound of the wind it created could be heard even by the students in the front row.

If this kick lands, Gu Heng won't be able to enjoy the gossip for the next two weeks; he'll probably be confined to a wheelchair and drinking porridge.

"Ah!" The timid girl covered her eyes in fright. Yang Mi was even more nervous, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Instead of retreating, Gu Heng advanced, his feet tracing a strange arc – the Bagua Step!

He sidestepped the attack and lunged forward.

Yan Lei changed his move extremely quickly. The moment his sweeping kick missed, he used the momentum to twist his waist and delivered a heavy swing punch toward Gu Heng's face.

"Great!" Instructor Zhao couldn't help but cheer.

But this powerful swing punch landed on empty air.

Gu Heng seemed to have anticipated his opponent's movements. He tilted his head slightly, and the force of the punch grazed past his ear. Then, he made his move.

His left hand coiled around Yan Lei's arm like a snake, pulling him to disrupt his balance. His right hand, in a palm strike, swiftly slashed towards Yan Lei's carotid artery.

Yan Lei was shocked and instinctively shrank his neck and shrugged defensively.

But this was just a feint.

Gu Heng's real killing move was yet to come. He suddenly raised his knee, but just as it was about to hit Yan Lei's abdomen, he pulled back, tapped his toes, and moved behind Yan Lei like a ghost.

He wrapped his arms around Yan Lei's waist, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, and suddenly exerted force with his waist and abdomen.

"rise!"

A loud shout.

Under the incredulous gaze of the crowd, Yan Lei, who weighed 160 or 170 pounds and was as strong as a bear, was actually lifted off the ground by Gu Heng!

Pulling onions out of dry land!

Immediately afterwards, Gu Heng twisted his waist and executed a perfect bridge fall.

boom!

Dust flew everywhere.

Yan Lei was thrown solidly to the ground.

Yan Lei lay on the ground, his eyes glazed over. He had lost? In his specialty, close-quarters combat, he had been tossed around like a rag doll by a college student?

Of course, only the battalion commander who was closest to the scene saw it clearly.

Just as Yan Lei's head was about to hit the ground, Gu Heng released one hand and swiftly supported the back of Yan Lei's head, cushioning most of the impact.

Otherwise, with this fall, Yan Lei would at least have suffered a severe concussion, and might even have had to spend two days in the ICU.

Three seconds later, the battalion commander's applause broke the silence.

"Excellent! Excellent skills! Excellent martial ethics!"

That lift just now showed more skill and character than the fall. This kid is not only skilled, but also has a good heart.

"Brother Gu is awesome!!!"

Room 306 led the cheers.

The girls' group stared wide-eyed.

So handsome.

He's so handsome.

Yang Mi stood in the crowd, looking at the figures in the arena, and couldn't help but smile. She felt a tingling sensation in her heart, as if she had been scratched by a cat's claw.

Gu Heng reached out and helped Yan Lei up, patting the dirt off his back: "Instructor, you flatter me. I've offended you for the sake of that watermelon."

Yan Lei was a straightforward person; once he lost, he lost. He rubbed his numb shoulder and gave Gu Heng a thumbs up: "You're awesome. I admire you."

Gu Heng looked at the battalion commander with a grin.

The battalion commander waved his hand: "I keep my word! From now on, you, Gu Heng, are back in your unit to rest! That watermelon over there is yours!"

……

Ten minutes later.

The sun was still scorching, and cicadas were chirping desperately in the trees.

The performing arts department's contingent continued to stand at attention, each member drenched in sweat and suffering terribly.

And under the shade of a tree less than twenty meters away from them.

Gu Heng sat cross-legged on the grass, holding a slice of bright red, juicy, chilled watermelon in his hands.

"Click."

The crisp sound of biting into a melon was particularly jarring on the quiet playground.

Gu Heng ate with great gusto, red juice dripping from the corners of his mouth. He then opened a bottle of ice-cold cola, tilted his head back, took a large gulp, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ah—great! This melon is guaranteed to be ripe!"

This sound was a devastating blow to the spirits of all the suffering newborns.

Front row of the line.

Yang Mi stared straight ahead, sweat trickling down her slender neck and into her collar, her legs already aching from standing.

She glared at the bastard who was enjoying himself under the tree out of the corner of her eye.

If looks could kill, Gu Heng would already be torn to pieces and made into sashimi.

Gu Heng seemed to sense that murderous gaze.

He stopped what he was doing, held up the half-eaten watermelon in his hand, and waved it in Yang Mi's direction.

Then, he flashed an incredibly smug smile, his lips moving silently as he exaggeratedly mouthed:

"So sweet!"

He even raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Yang Mi was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she almost lost her perfect military posture.

That damned bastard!

How come you don't choke to death!

She made a deep note of Gu Heng in her mental notebook.

If I don't rip him off tonight, I'm not a Yang!