Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"What a load of rubbish!" Wu Gang raised an eyelid, his tone full of disbelief.

"It's true, not a single lie." Hachiro stood ramrod straight.

"Lu Yan is the fastest swimmer here. He managed to hold on for another twenty minutes or so in the cave." Wu Gang waved his hand. "Don't tease me with that."

"It's not Lu Yan, it's Lin Quan."

"Who said that? Who saw it with their own eyes?"

"Last night, he didn't go back to the dorm, so I went out to look for him and found him in the pool. The first time, it was in the twenties; the second time, it was thirty-five minutes and twenty-one seconds."

"real?"

"I'll use my military status as collateral."

"Okay, tell him to come to the pool, I'll wait there."

"Yes!" Hachiro snapped to attention, saluted, and turned to leave.

A dozen minutes later, Lin Quan followed Hachiro into the pool hall.

Upon spotting the middle-aged officer standing by the pool in the distance, he immediately stopped, raised his arm in salute, and called out, "Chief Instructor!"

"I heard you can hold your breath underwater for more than 30 minutes?" Wu Gang asked with a smile.

"Mm." Lin Quan nodded.

Show me what you've got, let me see it for myself.

Lin Quan swiftly removed his shoes, loosened his belt, and took off his coat. He took three deep breaths, sank into the water, and the ripples subsided, leaving no further movement.

Wu Gang stared at his watch, while Balang sat silently beside him, and the two waited quietly.

Thirty minutes later, Hachiro twitched his fingers slightly, but the surface of the pool remained smooth.

Only after Lin Quan surfaced, panting heavily, did Wu Gang look down at his watch...

Thirty-five minutes and forty-seven seconds.

He paused for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't say anything.

In the afternoon, during the cross-country exercise, Lin Quan added two sandbags to his leg straps and two more bullet chains to his shoulders.

The more tired you are, the deeper your breathing becomes; the deeper your breathing, the more energetic you are.

What does hardship matter? What does exhaustion matter?

He wants to be the King of Soldiers... not just any King of Soldiers, but the one who can outshine all the other Kings of Soldiers.

Since we are born with this ability, it would be a disservice to ourselves not to take the plunge.

In the combat class, his opponent was Zhang Chong.

"This kid was sixteen when he tackled a wolf with his bare hands; his strength is harder than a barbell."

Lin Quan knew perfectly well that he hadn't used the "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Technique"... that was for subduing enemies, not for practicing with his comrades.

Zhang Chong stepped to the side and beckoned to him with his index finger: "Come here."

"He's too arrogant. I need to teach him a lesson about boundaries," Lin Quan thought.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Hachiro raised his voice.

"Report!" Lin Quan suddenly spoke.

"Speak." Hachiro frowned slightly.

I'm three months older than him.

"You...!" Zhang Chong choked on his words, his face flushed red. He was reckless, but not stupid. His words sounded like a joke, yet they stung like a knife.

As the fist came flying, Lin Quan twisted his waist to dodge, then grabbed the other man's wrist and, with a pull and a push, Zhang Chong fell to the ground with a thud.

Hachiro, Agan, and Lu Yan were all stunned.

Zhang Chong's fighting skills are among the best in the Beast Camp; even Lu Yan had to hold back some of his strength when sparring with him.

Zhang Chong jumped up, roared, and pounced on him again.

But Lin Quan was a step ahead of him and more composed.

A pull, a press, a trip, and then a fall.

Rise again, fall again.

After more than ten attempts, Zhang Chong knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his elbows scraped raw, and veins throbbing on his forehead.

He looked up at Lin Quan, his gaze shifting from defiance to bewilderment, until finally he could only utter, "...I give up."

It's not just a verbal admission of defeat; it's a deep-seated conviction... This person is more difficult to deal with than a wolf.

The fight ended in a fight to the death, and everyone went back to the cafeteria for lunch.

This has always been the case in daily training.

Lin Quan, Agan, Lu Yan, Zhang Chong, and the others immediately lined up and stood in formation.

"Get in the car," Hachiro said, waving his hand.

The group boarded the car and headed straight for the seaside.

Wu Gang stood on the shore and said succinctly, "One of our trainees had a diving accident..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan stepped forward half a step: "Chief Instructor, I'm dismounting."

"Okay." Wu Gang nodded and gestured for the logistics department to hand over an oxygen cylinder.

Lin Quan slung an air tank over his shoulder, fastened a dagger, and jumped onto a speedboat, heading towards the scene of the incident.

After entering the water, he swam to the cave entrance... The cave was too narrow, and the air cylinder got stuck outside the cave.

He took the gas cylinder off the rock and placed it there, then curled up and crawled into the hole.

He moved the rubble with his bare hands and finally reached Shen Ge.

Her mask fogged up, and the oxygen gauge needle was nearing its limit.

Lin Quan quickly took her empty bottle, supported her back with one hand and her armpit with the other, and dragged her back the way they came.

Before surfacing, he put the spare gas cylinder that was placed at the entrance of the hole onto Shen Ge's shoulder strap, and then lifted her up and swam towards the side of the boat.

On the deck, as soon as the person was safely lifted, Long Baichuan came up to him: "How is he?"

"Unconscious, get him to the hospital immediately," Wu Gang said, waving for the stretcher.

As soon as Lin Quan stepped ashore, a group of reporters surrounded him, microphones practically shoving in his face.

He answered briefly, without beating around the bush or adding embellishments, and after finishing his answer, he turned around, boarded the vehicle, and returned to the beast camp.

A few days later, at the firing range.

"It's live ammunition again," Lin Quan thought to himself. "The feel of the gun is average, slightly above average."

"His eyes are sharper than others, and he has more arm strength."

He focused, raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

"Nine rings...slightly to the lower right."

"Ten rings... just a hair's breadth off, not a bullseye."

"The library has a book called 'Principles of Small Arms Shooting,' I'll flip through it when I have some free time."

Ten bullets fired, 88 rings. Six rings higher than last time.

"My mind was still racing, my hands were still shaky, I aimed accurately, but I couldn't control the shaking."

After that, he practiced extra every day: standing in the morning, aiming at the target during lunch break, and memorizing ballistic parameters before going to sleep.

The Qi-Spirit Breathing Method is no longer a subject; it has become breathing itself... Regulate your breathing while eating, practice it while lying down, and even count your breathing rhythms in your dreams.

As my energy and spirit gradually improved, my body changed as well: I could stare at the target for a long time without my eyes getting tired, I could hold a gun for five minutes without my elbows shaking, and I could do twenty more push-ups after running five kilometers with weights.

Shen Ge was awarded a third-class merit for diving to rescue people; Lin Quan risked his life to enter the cave to rescue people and was also awarded a third-class merit.

A third-class merit is not uncommon in the military, but it is really useful.

The veteran's pay will increase by 5%, and the pension will also increase by 5%.

For example, a first-class sergeant major who has served for 20 years has a monthly salary of 16,000 yuan. He will receive 85% of that amount upon retirement, with an additional 1% for each additional year of service. If he has been awarded a third-class merit, his retirement pension will be increased by 5 points; a second-class merit will increase it by 10 points, a first-class merit by 20 points, and so on. In theory, all merits can be combined to double the amount.

Of course, first-class sergeant majors are one in ten thousand, and most people only make it to sergeant and then quit.

When the town heard about his meritorious service, they immediately gave Lin Quan's family a reward of 1,000 yuan; during his conscription period, he also received a subsidy of 6,000 yuan per year.

That day during target practice, Lin Quan held the gun still, sweat streaming down his temples, but the muzzle remained perfectly still.

If you don't hit the bullseye, it all boils down to three things: you weren't calm, your wrist wasn't steady, and you weren't breathing in the right rhythm.

He was working on the first two; the third had already been incorporated into every breath he took.

The Type 95 has an effective range of 400 meters, a 100-meter stationary target, and wind speed, temperature difference, and humidity are all negligible.

He suddenly became interested and started stacking coins on the front of the gun barrel... One coin, steady; two coins, wobbling; three coins, hovering on the verge of breaking.

As I was standing there, Shen Ge approached carrying a bag of apples.

He gripped the gun in one hand, without even turning his head: "Staff Officer Shen is here?"

She smiled and said, "I'm on my way, so I'm bringing you some fruit."

He nodded, without firing the gun or stopping his sentence: "Old Li from the village guarded the border in Tibet for sixteen years and received 370,000 yuan when he retired."

"My dad always brings this up whenever he has a couple of drinks."