Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

There's nowhere to carry logs or throw sandbags in the academy... You can work freely in the outdoor training field, but here there are foreign students watching over you, and making too much noise could easily cause trouble.

After breakfast, having nothing to do, he strolled into the library.

From 10:00 to 11:00 AM, the shooting range provides guidance on holding and aiming the gun;

At 1 p.m., the students, whose bodies were sore from swimming, were forced back into the pool to swim, dive, hold their breath, and push off the surface for two hours straight.

Next came the physical education class... No one called for a stop, no one complained of being tired, until someone's hands trembled, their face turned pale, and their steps became unsteady.

Only then did Lin Quan wave his hand: "Rest where you are."

They weren't allowed to force their way through.

For someone with a weak foundation, pushing too hard in one go is not a breakthrough, but a death sentence.

"Comrade Shen Ge." He answered the phone, his knuckles tapping lightly as he pressed the keys, a smile appearing on his face.

"Comrade Lin Quan, is everything going smoothly over there?" Shen Ge's voice was gentle even through the radio waves.

"I'm okay. I just miss you."

"...The instructor smiled?" Jiang Yao looked up abruptly, almost dropping his chopsticks on the table.

"Before, it was just the corners of her mouth turning up, but now... it's showing through her eyes," Lu Yitao said softly, staring at Lin Quan's back.

As soon as the order to dismiss was given, Lin Quan walked and talked on the phone as he headed towards the cafeteria.

He took out the yellowed photo from his wallet, ran his fingertips over the three smiling faces on the photo, and his lips curved into a deeper smile.

"Instructor Lin, who is this?" Jin Ziqing took a few steps closer, her gaze falling on the woman beside him.

"My lover," Lin Quan replied briefly.

"You're married?" Jin Ziqing was taken aback.

"We just got our marriage certificate not long ago," Lin Quan nodded.

"Instructor Lin, how long have you been in the army?" she asked again.

"Almost two years." He smiled.

"Impressive." Jin Ziqing's heart skipped a beat... He was promoted to sergeant in less than two years. You can't hold onto that rank without some real skills. Those who are specially recruited into the army start as second lieutenants, and some are directly promoted to majors; he didn't take the special recruitment route, but climbed up purely based on his achievements. It's easy to understand how many sleepless nights and how much sweat he must have shed behind the scenes.

Lin Quan reads extremely fast; once he turns a page, the content seems to be engraved in his mind, and he never needs to read it a second time.

The next day, as soon as he finished his morning exercise, he drove straight to the repair shop.

The T-program trainees have two days off every weekend, unlike the amphibious reconnaissance battalion... In that place, there isn't a single day that's truly a day of rest, 365 days a year.

Lu Ning stared at the direction the car had disappeared in, muttering to himself, "A sergeant with a personal car? And a brand new one at that?"

"Our 'Iron-Faced Instructor' is no ordinary character," Han Bingyang added.

"Last time I competed with Instructor Shang in physical fitness, he carried 120 kilograms and ran 5 kilometers, which was half a minute faster than Instructor Shang; his target shooting was even more amazing. He hit the target 10 times out of 10 at a 50-meter static target, every shot was a perfect 10 ring..." Gao Di said, counting on his fingers.

Upon arriving at the repair shop, Lin Quan parked the car, walked straight into the workshop, stood at attention, and saluted: "Sergeant Lin Quan, reporting for duty."

The man in front of me was in his early forties, with the insignia of a first-class sergeant on his shoulder... Luo Buchen.

There might only be one first-class sergeant major in a unit, and they are all the best of the best veterans.

"Political Commissar Chen has already given instructions," Luo Buchen returned the greeting.

"Sergeant Luo, I've come to learn your craft." Lin Quan said sincerely.

"Just go with Lao Luo, stop with the fluff." Luo Buchen waved his hand. "What do you want to learn?"

"I'll learn whatever you teach me," Lin Quan answered readily.

Do you know how to tighten screws?

"Yes." Lin Quan nodded. In his previous life, he worked as a quality inspector in a machinery factory, and had some experience in disassembly, assembly, and welding, but he was still rusty. Later, he studied maintenance textbooks at the submarine academy and managed to master the theory to a level that more than 90% of engineers could not reach... all thanks to his photographic memory.

"Okay, that machine, dismantle it." Luo Buchen pointed to the old machine in the corner.

"Yes!" Lin Quan responded immediately, borrowing a wrench and socket, his movements as swift as chopping vegetables.

Luo Buchen strolled over and took a look: "He's got some strength, and he's quick on his feet too."

"I am an amphibious reconnaissance soldier." Lin Quan wiped his hands.

"A scout can run, jump, fight, and kill, so why did you suddenly think of touching a wrench?" Luo Buchen asked with a smile.

"When we're out on a mission and our equipment breaks down, we can't just wait for a repairman to come over," Lin Quan smiled. "It gives me peace of mind to know a little about it myself."

After he finished disassembling it, Luo Buchen pointed to the motor again: "Replace it with a new one and put it back."

"Yes!" Lin Quan replied, and restored everything piece by piece according to the disassembly order. Even the spring washers and locating pins were perfectly fitted back into their original positions.

"The foundation is good." Luo Buchen nodded.

When an ordinary person disassembles and reassembles something for the first time, nine times out of ten they'll be left with two screws and nowhere to put them; this sergeant was clearly seeing this model for the first time, yet he handled it as if he'd touched it a hundred times before... Luo Buchen stared at him for two seconds, didn't ask any more questions, and only raised an eyebrow.

"Luo, what's the next step?" Lin Quan asked.

"Come with me." Luo Buchen walked to the workshop door, gestured towards a pile of iron plates and tools on the ground, and said, "Use these to weld a toolbox."

"Yes," Lin Quan replied, then paused, "Will the cutting machine work?"

"If you know how to use it, then use it however you like," Luo Buchen smiled.

"Yes." Lin Quan measured the dimensions, and with a swift stroke, the steel plate was cleanly severed. Welding wasn't his forte, but by watching and practicing with Luo Buchen, after three to five days, the weld was even, free of porosity, and even the spatter was reduced by half.

For the next month or so, he led training sessions at the school from Monday to Friday, spending all his free time in the library; and without fail, he spent his weekends at the repair shop, turning what he had written on paper into actual work.

"At this rate, you'll be able to fix cars faster than me in another two months," Luo Buchen once said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Old Luo, you're not only good at repairs, but you can tell me everything about the submarine's more than thirty positions with your eyes closed—where's loose, where's leaking, and where the parameters need adjusting. My skills are far inferior to yours," Lin Quan said truthfully.

"He's not bragging after all," Luo Buchen thought to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

In the conference room of the submarine academy, Lin Tao flipped through the training log: "What's the current physical fitness level of this group from Project T?"

"Carrying 20 kilograms of weight, 10 kilometers on the playground," Lü Fengguang replied.

"Everyone met the target?"

"Even the slowest one, Lu Yitao, can run it steadily." Lü Fengguang nodded.

Lin Tao closed the notebook, a slight smile playing on his lips: "More than a month of training, and you've achieved this... No wonder you're a king of soldiers from the amphibious reconnaissance brigade."

"Lin Quan is a king of soldiers?" Lu Fengguang was taken aback.

"In the team, no one dares to challenge him, and no one is qualified to challenge him," Lin Tao smiled. "He's not a ban; no one can beat him."

Zhang Yu interjected, "If they keep training like this, the people in Project T will probably become living special operations manuals."

"Special forces soldiers possess far more skills than what the T-Plan trainees learned," Lin Tao shook his head.

"How is the trainee's marksmanship?" Zhang Yu asked.

"With the Type 95 rifle, on a 200-meter fixed target, the average score is above eight rings; with the Type 92 pistol, on a 30-meter fixed target, the average score is above nine rings," Lü Fengguang replied with a smile.

"Swimming?" Lin Tao asked again.

"Even the worst performer, Lu Yitao, is better than many veterans in the amphibious reconnaissance brigade in underwater performance," said Lü Fengguang.

"What do you mean?" Lin Tao frowned.

"Instructor Lin mentioned to me that for submariners, surviving in the water is more important than shooting. The trainees practice swimming every day, without fail, for at least two hours..." Lu Fengguang explained slowly.

"Transfer Lin Quan to our submarine squadron... with the rank of major, and the commission will be paid on the spot," Lin Tao blurted out.

"He's too young, it's not suitable," Lu Fengguang replied.