Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan jumped into the water and started with the first student, supporting their back, pulling their arms, adjusting their rhythm, and guiding them in their swimming strokes hand in hand.

For submariners, swimming skills are even more crucial than marksmanship.

"There was a veteran who was at the bottom of the physical fitness rankings in the recruit training company."

"He didn't accept his fate, nor did he complain. He trained extra every day, not even wiping the sweat from his eyes."

"In the early days of the Mars International Reconnaissance Competition, if it weren't for a torn ligament before the competition, he would have won the championship. He played with an injury and still came in second place."

"Looking at you now, you're weak and sluggish, and your reactions are slow. You are indeed weak. But being weak doesn't mean being useless... Whether you can become strong depends entirely on whether you're willing to grit your teeth."

Lin Quan climbed onto the edge of the pond, picked up a megaphone, and spoke calmly and deliberately, yet every word pierced everyone's ears:

"Compared to some instructors, I've already shown leniency. You're submariners, so the training intensity isn't high to begin with..."

"But I don't want to lead a team that will be laughed at, so I can only force you to sweat more and suffer more."

"Lu Ning, speed up! Lu Yitao... do you still want to protect your mother and your sister?"

"In this world, only those with strong fists have a voice. If you want to be strong, don't hold back your strength or sweat!"

"That's right, you usually stay inside the boat, where the seas are calm. But remember this: you are soldiers. What if one day you're attacked at sea, your compatriots are held hostage by pirates on a cargo ship, and your boat is nearby... will you stay inside, or will you brave the hail of bullets and charge aboard?"

"What kind of soldiers are they if they can't protect the people? Do soldiers who can't protect the people deserve to wear this uniform?"

One by one, the trainees collapsed on the open ground by the pool, exhaling, clenching their fists, their nails digging into their palms.

The first swimming lesson only ended when the last one collapsed to his knees.

"I'm...I'm about to die..." Lu Ning lay on the cement ground, her chest heaving like a bellows.

"Half an hour later, we'll do cross-country running with weights," Lin Quan said.

"Not again?!" Jiang Yao rolled his eyes inwardly, but didn't dare to say a word.

Half an hour later, at the submarine academy's playground.

"Let's relax today... just run around the track, no time limit, twenty laps, just for show." Lin Quan glanced around, "Everyone, backpacks on, guns ready."

The trainees gritted their teeth, hoisted their 20-plus kilograms of gear onto their backs, grabbed their Type 95 rifles from the ground, and started running with their heads down.

Having just passed half the lap, some people were already panting heavily, their shoulders trembling.

"Don't breathe through your mouth! Take three steps and exhale, take two steps and exhale... Keep your rhythm steady so your legs don't feel unsteady."

"Think back to that day: your dad was tied up in the warehouse, your comrades were being held down on the deck. You arrived, but you couldn't run, couldn't lift your gun, couldn't pull the trigger... How did you feel at that moment?"

"If you don't want to watch them get hurt, then hold on! One step at a time!"

Lin Quan had already passed on a few simplified moves of the Qi-Shen breathing method to Liu Xiaoshan, Deng Jiuguang, and Jiang Xiaoyu, but none of them mastered it. However, some breathing techniques could indeed stabilize the mind and extend endurance.

"Han Bingyang! At this speed, even a snail can crawl faster than you... Doesn't your face get hot?"

"Lu Ning, if you say it again, you'll have to run two more laps."

"Lu Yitao, are your legs going weak again?"

"Can't run? Then crawl! Crawl twenty laps if you have to!"

Jin Ziqing stood outside the playground for a while, then turned around and walked over.

"Dr. Jin, is something the matter?" Lin Quan asked.

"Lu Yitao and the others are almost exhausted," Jin Ziqing said calmly.

"Twenty laps, eight kilometers, carrying a little over twenty kilograms of weight, and you can't handle it?" Lin Quan stared at her. "Do you still want to be a soldier? Even if you have to crawl into the cabin of a boat, you still have to be a soldier... a soldier."

"These trainees are all promising commanders from the submarine academy. If you really ruin them, how will you explain it to your superiors?" Jin Ziqing said calmly, her gaze fixed on him.

"On the day I took over, Chief Lin said it himself... that half of them could be eliminated." Lin Quan's lips curled up slightly, his words without the slightest hesitation.

"Submarine commanders rely on their brains, not brute force." Jin Ziqing's voice was calm, yet carried weight.

...A single explosive device, placed in a designated area, can sink a submarine. It's not that difficult.

"You...you!" Jin Ziqing clenched her fists, her throat tightened, and she couldn't finish her sentence.

"Admitting defeat? Planning to bow down to fear?"

He grabbed the megaphone and blared it across the playground, without glancing at Jin Ziqing again.

"When you're exhausted to the bone, all distracting thoughts naturally disappear."

"You won't know how strong a person is until you push them."

"If you really make a name for yourself, the enemy will avoid you even at the mere sight of you."

Jin Ziqing turned and left, then took out her phone and dialed a number after returning to her office.

"Team Leader Long, this is Jin Ziqing."

"Dr. Jin, what's up?" The voice on the other end of the line was crisp.

"I want to understand Lin Quan."

"Have you heard of the Mars International Reconnaissance Competition?"

"Who doesn't know?" Jin Ziqing answered crisply.

"The organizers of that year's event, the National Defense Force, would step aside whenever they saw him... not out of respect, but to avoid him."

"Even the organizers are afraid of him?"

"He was specifically chosen by the higher-ups to be an instructor at the submarine academy, so you should believe in his importance."

"The trainees in Project T are indeed incredibly strong."

"Our amphibious reconnaissance unit has several new elite members..."

"Understood."

Submarine Academy, playground.

"Lu Yitao, you've reached your limit."

Lin Quan raised his hand and pressed down, and Lu Yitao immediately stopped.

He uses his breathing technique to detect a person's breath; he can tell how many times a student takes a breath, how many times they breathe, and whether their voice is weak or not.

Seeing that Lu Yitao was allowed to rest, the people next to him immediately went weak in the knees and collapsed at the waist, their acting even more convincing than the real thing.

"Jiang Yao, what are you shaking for?"

"Report, Instructor! I can't hold on any longer!"

"Anyone who can't hold on and shouts 'I surrender' right now can pack their bags and get out... And by the way, what kind of soldier is a man who says 'I can't' the moment he opens his mouth?"

Nineteen people, dragging their feet, continued to move forward.

"Never abandon, never give up... What we abandon is cowardice, what we forsake is retreat. Those who voluntarily surrender their weapons do not deserve to stand in this ranks."

"I'm the instructor. You can only stop when I say stop; if your feet leave the ground before I say stop, it's a violation of discipline."

"I've been given ten elimination slots. Want to leave? You can leave anytime. Want to stay? You'll have to squeeze yourself dry."

Time passed second by second. Some people were holding their knees, some were gritting their teeth, and some were seeing blackouts.

"Assemble! Destination: the cafeteria, march in step!"

The twenty people were barely able to line up in two rows, their bodies crooked like wheat battered by the wind.

"Straighten your back! You look like you're falling apart, and you're still wearing that outfit?"

With a shout, the formation finally started to take shape.

Upon entering the canteen, a group of trainees pounced on the food counter, devouring their meals like wolves.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Quan got up and went to the library.

The submarine academy lacks weight-bearing equipment, so physical training cannot be forced.

Fortunately, the Qi-Qi-Shen breathing method is not limited by occasion... whether walking, sitting, or lying in bed, the Qi is flowing in the background.

It takes time to see results, but it works steadily every day, like a gentle stream.

"The devil is finally gone..."

"This is only the first day, how are we going to get through the rest?"

"If I had known, I would have preferred to sweep the sea reefs."

As soon as the person left, the complaints swirled and dispersed.

The library was closed, so I went back to my apartment to wash up and lie down.

At 4:30 a.m., Lin Quan opened his eyes, got up, and went straight to the shooting range, where he practiced quick aiming for two hours.

He can breathe freely underwater, so breath-holding training is no longer meaningful for him.