Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He immediately pulled out his phone, dialed his hometown number in Chongqing, and said with barely suppressed laughter, "Dad, Mom, I... passed the initial screening."

If he is not accepted, he will have to go back to Yuzhou.

The expenses in Guangdong are too high, and the family's savings won't last long.

During his four years of university, Lin Quan earned all his living expenses through part-time jobs.

"In a little while, I'll be able to join the army."

A surge of warmth filled his heart, and he walked briskly towards the school.

"Hey, those two look so familiar?"

"Jiang Xiaoyu, Long Baichuan...Fire Blue Blade?"

A middle-aged military officer and a young soldier stood in the distance. It suddenly dawned on Lin Quan's mind that he had transmigrated into "Fire Blue Blade".

"I applied to the Navy, and I might end up eating in the same pot as Jiang Xiaoyu."

Back at his dormitory at the Guangdong Foreign Languages ​​Institute, he immediately began packing his luggage.

Move out and throw away anything you don't need;

Anything that can be exchanged for money will be sold at a low price.

After staying at home for a few days, he took a car back to Yuefu.

"The first seven days in basic training are the hardest."

He looked down at his brand-new military uniform, straightened his chest, and felt much more confident.

After a good night's sleep, training officially began early the next morning.

He was physically stronger than the average person, so he didn't feel any strain.

"This place is all about ability. If you want to get into the Beast Camp or the Shanghai Training Ground, having a solid foundation isn't enough; you have to work hard."

"Even if you can't become an officer, you should still try to become a non-commissioned officer."

"If I really become a non-commissioned officer, my parents will be very proud."

As soon as his daily training session ended, he would practice alone.

My health is better than average, but that's about it...

The army is full of tough guys. Any veteran you pick will have more endurance, explosiveness, and reaction time than him.

Special forces soldiers go without saying; that's a whole different level.

"Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale..."

While running laps around the track, he regulated his breathing at a fixed rhythm.

"Brother, aren't you out of breath?" A new recruit next to him wiped his sweat and grinned.

"If you want to stand in the front row, you have to sweat a lot behind the scenes."

"It's not that I don't want to practice, it's just that I really can't keep up with your pace."

"Let me rest for three days, then I'll add it together with you."

I lay down and fell asleep immediately, sleeping until 4:30 in the morning.

She sat up, the blanket folded neatly, quickly washed up, and then ran to the playground.

Days passed by, and the days in the recruit training camp quietly came to an end.

Upon entering the beast camp, Lin Quan was assigned to the same class as Lu Yan, Zhang Chong, and A Gan.

"A foreign language genius?" Lu Yan smiled and held out his hand.

"A swimming prodigy." Lin Quan reached out and shook hands.

At the Guangdong Foreign Languages ​​Institute, he excelled in all four foreign languages ​​and was known as the school's "living encyclopedia."

Lu Yan won the university swimming championship for three consecutive years, and his posters were plastered all over the poolside.

"When did you arrive?" Lu Yan asked.

"I just got off the bus," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"With your skills, why not become a translator? What would you be after?"

"Didn't you also take off your swimming goggles and get a tan here?" Lin Quan shoved him away.

Every year, the School of Foreign Languages ​​graduates a lot of students. Female students have many career options, especially those who are good-looking. They can basically get interviews as soon as they send out their resumes.

"You two know each other?" Forrest interjected.

"I've heard of him." Lu Yan nodded.

"I've seen the photos," Lin Quan replied readily.

"You've seen my photo?" Lu Yan was taken aback.

"The girls in our department talk about you more often than they talk about final exams," Lin Quan said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Lu Yan scratched the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but smile... even though his girlfriend was still sending him goodnight messages on WeChat.

There were no training missions on the first day at the beast camp.

After making his bed, Lin Quan, dressed in camouflage, went straight to the cafeteria for lunch.

After resting for a while, I jogged two laps along the main road of the camp.

This place doesn't care about seniority, it only cares about strength... If you want to move up, you have to charge forward.

After dinner, he went into the indoor pool alone to practice diving.

He took a few deep breaths, glanced at his watch, and plunged into the water.

Sinking to the bottom of the pool, he forced himself to empty his mind, like a stone, without thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly burst out of the water, gasping for breath, his lungs burning and swollen.

"Thirty minutes... twelve minutes longer than Jiang Xiaoyu's."

Those who can hold their breath underwater for ten minutes are extremely rare.

Jiang Xiaoyu's eighteen-minute run was thanks to her natural lung capacity;

Lin Quan practiced the Qi and Shen breathing method for more than two years, and with his daily hard work, he finally managed to accumulate these thirty minutes.

"After enlisting, this method became more than ten times more effective."

"So, exhausting its energy actually spurs it to grow?"

After resting for a few minutes, he dived down again.

Strength is developed through hard work, and speed is honed through perseverance.

The earliest practice I did was to hold my breath in a basin of water, and I would choke and cough after only eighty seconds.

Now, I'm completely submerged in water for thirty minutes, steadily and smoothly.

This skill comes half from offensive techniques and half from gritting your teeth and persevering through every second.

Class monitor Hachiro pushed open the dormitory door and glanced around: "Where are they? One person is missing?"

"Lin Quan went for a run," Lu Yan replied casually.

"Running?" Hachiro was taken aback.

"I saw him running on the road in the afternoon," Lu Yan said.

"I saw it too," Forrest Gump nodded in agreement.

Hachiro left the dormitory and looked around, but couldn't find Lin Quan anywhere.

His gaze swept over the indoor swimming pool not far away, and he turned and pushed open the door to go inside.

The pool water was a deep blue, and Lin Quan sat at the bottom of the pool, his back straight, his hands resting on his knees, like a calm stone.

Hachiro glanced at his watch, said nothing, and simply sat down on a nearby bench.

"Five minutes have passed, and you're still holding your ground... You have a solid foundation."

"Ten minutes... why aren't you up yet?"

"Hands are moving, breathing rhythm is not disordered, let's take another look."

"Twenty minutes? You can really hold it in for that long?"

Two minutes later, the water broke open with a "splash," and Lin Quan poked his head out, took a few deep breaths, and his chest heaved violently.

"How long did you stay down there?" Hachiro asked.

"Thirty minutes and twenty-seven seconds." Lin Quan wiped his face and glanced down at his watch.

Hachiro was taken aback: "Can you hold back even a little bit?"

"You don't believe me, class monitor? You start the timer." As soon as Lin Quan finished speaking, he pushed off with his toes and disappeared into the water.

Hachiro stared at the clock face, the hands crawling silently. Half an hour passed, and he didn't even blink.

At the bottom of the pool, Lin Quan felt a tightness in his throat, a ringing in his ears, and a heaviness in his limbs. But just as that string was about to snap, his whole body suddenly relaxed... as if a warm current had rushed out of something, and the discomfort disappeared in an instant.

He sank further down and held on for about five more minutes.

"Thirty-five minutes and twenty-one seconds," Hachiro announced, his voice a little dry.

"Squad leader, I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed." Lin Quan picked up a towel and a change of clothes, turned around and left.

He washed away the sweat with hot water, scrubbed his clothes clean, and went back to his dormitory to sleep. As soon as the whistle blew, he sat up abruptly, grabbed his camouflage uniform and put it on, not even bothering to tie his shoelaces, and ran all the way to the assembly point.

After the morning training session ended, Hachiro went into the Wuhan Iron and Steel Company's office.

"What's up?" Wu Gang leaned back in his chair, a pen clutched in his hand.

"Chief Instructor, we've run into a prodigy."

"Oh? What kind of eccentric genius?"

"Do you believe... that someone in our beast camp can hold their breath underwater for more than thirty minutes?"

The instructors at Fire Blue Blade weren't so stern. Wu Gang, Long Baichuan, Xiang Yu, and Balang were all real soldiers, with tempers, passion, and a mix of laughter and anxiety.