Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He didn't climb ashore until the moonlight covered the sea.

Wash the clothes, take a shower, and lie down.

I opened my eyes at 4:30. It was still dark outside. My body was more punctual than an alarm clock.

After the afternoon shooting practice, he sat down next to Deng Jiuguang with a map in hand, marking contour lines with a pencil, asking and answering questions, marking the area densely.

After dinner, I went back into the water, twirled the dagger between my fingers, and then stabbed the grouper that was swimming by.

"The resistance is too great, my hand speed can't keep up."

"Fish can swim, but I can't?"

As he swung his knife, he watched the arc of the fish's tail, observing how it used the current to turn around and how it tucked its fins to stop abruptly... The blade sliced ​​through not only the water, but also the thin shell in his mind.

"Swing your limbs and use the water to propel yourself; the force comes from the water."

"Sure enough, their swimming speed has increased significantly."

After practicing underwater for more than three hours, Lin Quan surfaced, climbed onto the rocks, shook the water droplets off his hair, and walked barefoot across the slippery rock surface back to shore.

Days passed by, and one afternoon, Jiang Xiaoyu and Lu Yan entered the camp carrying their luggage.

"Masters, where is Lin Quan?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked as soon as he saw Liu Xiaoshan.

"I've gone to sea." Liu Xiaoshan didn't even look up, wiping the salt stains off his training clothes.

"What are you practicing?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked again.

"He didn't say anything," Liu Xiaoshan paused, "and he didn't stop me either."

Jiang Xiaoyu is quick and efficient. Before the rice even boils, he rushes to wash the rice and pick the vegetables. He also sweeps the floor and wipes the table efficiently. But right now, his energy is only in words: he talks a lot, reacts quickly, and likes to beat around the bush. He doesn't really have anything else to offer.

Around noon, Lin Quan returned carrying several strings of lively shrimp and crabs, and two sea bass with their silvery scales still showing. His trousers were rolled up to his knees, and his ankles were still covered in fine sand.

"We've added more dishes." Liu Xiaoshan raised his eyelids and smiled slightly.

"Little Fish, it's yours." Lin Quan shoved the things into his hand.

"You can catch this at a sea training ground?!" Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly caught it. "This is really fresh!"

"Enough for everyone." Deng Jiuguang strolled over from under the shade of the tree, casually patting him on the shoulder. "If you can't finish it, we'll have more tomorrow morning."

After finishing his meal and resting for a while, Lin Quan picked up a thick log and set off.

"He...can he really carry it?" Jiang Xiaoyu's mouth was agape, her eyes almost popping into the sand.

"When I first arrived, I weighed around 200 pounds," Liu Xiaoshan said in a flat tone.

"Now?" Deng Jiuguang chuckled. "One stick? That's hardly even a warm-up."

After running for more than ten minutes, Lin Quan was not even out of breath. He casually dragged another one over and steadily weighed two on his shoulders... as thick as an arm and as heavy as cast iron. They were even heavier after being soaked in seawater, each weighing a solid 300 pounds.

The three people in the distance stood motionless, forgetting even to breathe.

"Jiang Xiaoyu, carry 20 kilograms of weight," Liu Xiaoshan said.

"Yes!" Jiang Xiaoyu answered loudly, but her heart was burning: others were carrying 600, while she was only carrying 20. Where could she put her face?

Lin Quan kept walking, sweat streaming down his back, his muscles tensing and relaxing, then tensing again. His breathing technique, infused with essence, energy, and spirit, circulated slowly within him, like the tide pushing an undercurrent, gradually lifting up his exhausted strength. He gritted his teeth and persevered until his vision blurred and his legs trembled, before finally stopping and leaning against the rocks, his chest heaving like a drum.

If you don't have a strong foundation yet, forcing it can easily damage your health.

After a short while, he picked up an assault rifle and two magazines of ammunition and headed straight for the firing range. He had long been familiar with the trigger depth, recoil rhythm, and bullet trajectory of the several standard-issue rifles issued to the naval training ground.

After lunch, he climbed into the driver's cab of the amphibious assault vehicle. The camp was fully equipped: rubber boats, assault boats, amphibious assault vehicles, military off-road vehicles, helicopters—everything was there. Chief Instructor Wu Gang had already given his approval… Lin Quan could learn to drive the assault vehicles and off-road vehicles anytime. He was already quite adept at using the assault boats and rubber boats; he had spent five hours that afternoon practicing with a retired veteran, memorizing everything about the throttle, gears, wading maneuvers, and beach turning.

"Tomorrow, off-road vehicle."

After finishing his meal back inside, just as dusk was falling, he plunged back into the sea to practice his swordsmanship. The water pressure enveloped the blade, and with each stroke, he had to adjust his wrist strength against the resistance.

Looking at Jiang Xiaoyu, who was huddled in the shade eating an apple, Liu Xiaoshan shook his head: "If you had half his ruthlessness, within six months, no one in the Beast Camp would dare to compete with you in single combat."

Jiang Xiaoyu took a bite of the apple, juice splashing onto her chin: "Master Liu, Lin Quan isn't human, he's a leopard."

"I didn't tell you to chase the leopard," Liu Xiaoshan stared at him. "I told you to outshine everyone else."

The following afternoon, the steering wheel of the SUV was already firmly in his hands.

"You can sail a boat, you can drive a car, and there's even a helicopter in the camp... First, study the theory thoroughly, then get approval from Wuhan Iron and Steel Group."

He pushed aside the magazine and headed straight for the camp library. He flipped through the pages extremely quickly; every line he read seemed to be etched into his mind, never to be forgotten.

Essence is the physical body, Qi is kinetic energy, and Shen is the spiritual center.

Cultivate these three things with each breath; as they grow, your divine light will shine ever brighter… Memory is merely the most superficial manifestation.

After spending seven days immersed in books and three days in deep thought, Lin Quan knocked on the door of the Beast Camp office building.

"Please come in," Wu Gang's voice came from inside the house.

"Chief Instructor." Lin Quan stood at attention and saluted, his military posture impeccable.

Squadron Leader Long Baichuan has been focusing all his attention on the clues about the 303 submarine lately. His table is covered with dense nautical charts and telegrams, and he is rarely seen.

"Sit down." Wu Gang gestured with his hand, his smile widening. "Go on, what's up?"

"I want to learn how to fly a helicopter," Lin Quan answered readily.

"You've chewed up all the guys from the sea training camp?"

"I'm proficient in assault boats, rubber dinghies, armored vehicles, and off-road vehicles; I've memorized the helicopter manual three times, and I've also broken down the simulator operation procedures. I should be able to pick it up quickly when I actually fly it."

Wu Gang stared at him for a few seconds, neither nodding nor shaking his head, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice: "Alright. Test the theory first."

The following afternoon, Lin Quan boarded the training helicopter with the pilot. A week later, he piloted the helicopter alone over the sea, the rotors stirring up white waves, before landing steadily back on the helipad.

Wu Gang held the flight log in his hand, his fingertips tracing the edge of the pages, and paused for a moment.

"We'll handle this as a special case. Lin Quan is a college student, so we'll leave this to Lao Xiao."

The call connected, and Xiao Haiyi arrived at the animal camp that same day. He took the report, glanced at it, and his brows furrowed in worry:

"Six hundred jin?"

"A log at the sea training ground costs three hundred."

"It's 300 even without soaking in water."

"He carried two poles and ran back and forth across the mudflats for forty kilometers."

"I've been here for less than two months..."

Wu Gang slammed his teacup on the table, splashing water lightly. "Believe it or not, just see for yourself, and you'll understand."

"Okay, let's verify it on the spot... If it's all genuine, then we'll proceed with the special talent program."

The two chatted briefly before driving to the sea training ground.

"Commander!" Lin Quan, Jiang Xiaoyu, Deng Jiuguang, and Liu Xiaoshan all raised their hands in salute.

Xiao Haiyi nodded slightly: "Let's begin."

At Wuhan Iron and Steel Group's command, Lin Quan began practical exercises one by one.

Xiao Haiyi stared in disbelief, his eyes trembling with shock, his chest burning with desire.

He hits the bullseye every time he fires a shot, and can pull the lever thirty times with one hand after carrying a load for five kilometers; he is familiar with the steering wheel, steering wheel, amphibious assault vehicle control stick, helicopter collective pitch stick... and can handle them all with ease.