Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Special talents should be promoted regardless of the usual procedures. He received one third-class merit, two second-class merits, and one first-class merit after enlisting. Sergeant Luo from the repair shop said it himself: Lin Quan's equipment repair skills are just as good as his." Lin Tao smiled.

"He's only been in the army for less than two years... Wait, he hasn't earned any merits since entering the submarine academy? So all these honors were accumulated in his first year and a half of service?" Lu Fengguang was shocked.

"Major? Isn't this too hasty?" Shang Tang interjected.

"The amphibious reconnaissance battalion was going to recommend him for captain last month, but they chose a non-commissioned officer instead. I know that very well... He can drive assault boats, off-road vehicles, amphibious tanks, and helicopters." Lin Tao's tone was calm, but every word he spoke was impactful.

"He really is an all-rounder." Chen Yuan was taken aback.

"Not just an all-rounder, but a king of soldiers," Lin Tao corrected.

Lin Quan had just returned to the submarine academy when Chen Yuan and Lü Fengguang came to visit him.

After listening to the two of them, he lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds before politely declining, "Thank you for your kindness, but once I've chosen a path, I'll stick to it to the end."

Learn more, persevere, and your dreams will naturally come true.

The second day of the stress-resistance and escape training went wrong.

During Shang Tang's training, Lu Yitao got stuck in the cabin section and couldn't move.

Without saying a word, Lin Quan jumped into the pool, quickly dove to his side, used the bulkhead for leverage, and pulled him out of the water.

"Getting stuck? Panic! If you can't go up, try pushing down!"

"Today I'm here, so it's training; but what if something really happens and no one's there to help you?"

Instead of waiting for someone else to rescue you, think about how to get out of this mess yourself.

After finishing the training, he turned and left. His clothes were soaked and stuck to his body; he needed to go back to his apartment to change.

As soon as his figure disappeared, Lü Fengguang patted Lu Yitao on the shoulder: "Be careful next time."

"Understood." Lu Yitao wiped his face and nodded.

An hour later, on the playground.

Twenty trainees lined up, with Lin Quan at the front.

"After holding it in for more than ten days, it's time to push myself to the limit for the second time."

Each person carries a load of more than 20 kilograms and runs back and forth on the track.

Some laughed, some shouted, some cursed, some cheered... Lin Quan didn't utter a single idle word; every sentence hit the nail on the head.

One by one, they gritted their teeth and held on, and then one by one, they suddenly broke through the wall.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

After saying that, he walked towards the library.

It's not even four o'clock yet, more than an hour before dinner.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well read a book.

The next morning, we practiced shooting at the firing range.

When the target was replaced with a small balloon, the hit rate plummeted.

At 1 p.m., Lin Quan led his people straight to the beach.

The sea was vast, with waves surging.

"All in the water."

"Instructor Lin, the waves are too big..."

"You're submariners, sooner or later you'll be splashing around in the sea. Afraid of water? Then start soaking today."

Twenty figures jumped into the sea one after another.

Wave after wave crashed, leaving some with stiff limbs and others with disordered breathing.

In the past, we practiced swimming in heated pools, which were safe, clean, and secure.

Now, beneath our feet lies the deep blue sea, and above us, the wind and waves surge. One misstep and we're on the line between life and death.

"Instructor Lin, isn't the pace too fast?" Jin Ziqing asked from the side.

Shangtang also stood on the beach, his gaze never leaving the water.

"What's the point of submariners practicing swimming if they can't swim in the sea?" Lin Quan retorted.

"I support it," Shang Tang immediately replied.

"For the next month, all swimming lessons will be held in the sea." Lin Quan's voice was not loud, but no one questioned it.

How long can you swim in the sea by yourself?

"It'll take longer than you expected."

"And what about them? How long do they plan to swim?"

"Swim as far as you can."

"Aren't you afraid something might go wrong?"

"Why wear this military uniform if you're afraid of getting into trouble?"

"You...you..."

He kept his eyes on the water, and could tell at a glance who was paddling too slowly, whose movements were distorted, or whose rhythm was off.

Whoever was about to give up pointed and shouted, "Get ashore!"

Twenty people can't all fall down at the same time. If something really happens to them all at once, even a miracle can't save them.

He's ruthless, but he doesn't want anyone to fall on the training field.

On his weekend off, he drove to the repair shop and followed Luo Buchen into a submarine that was undergoing major repairs. He kept a wrench in hand and blueprints in his eyes, and beads of sweat dripped onto the steel plates.

It was past six o'clock when the last trainee climbed ashore.

"Rest for half an hour, then run back to the academy." Lin Quan wiped the salt from his forehead, his voice crisp and decisive.

A group of exhausted trainees dragged themselves toward the submarine academy.

In Jin Ziqing's office, Lu Yitao was speaking with a frown.

"Dr. Jin, I really don't understand... Instructor Lin's academic qualifications aren't as high as mine, and his theoretical foundation isn't as solid either..."

"You can't even compare to him, so what makes you think you're better?"

"Submarine commanders need brains, not just hotheads who charge ahead blindly."

"You think your understanding of submarines is deeper than his?"

"Isn't that right?"

"You're lucky to have his guidance. He knows everything you know about submarine operation; he can fix anything that malfunctions—can you?"

"Can he repair boats?"

"He can fly a helicopter, can you?"

"He can fly a helicopter?"

"Don't always think you're so great. Compared to him, you're still far behind. Don't underestimate him just because he's only a sergeant now... Before he came to the submarine academy, he voluntarily gave up his captain rank."

"He gave up the captaincy?"

"As long as he transfers to the submarine squadron, the position of major has already been reserved for him."

"This is insane, absolutely insane."

Lu Yitao was stunned for a long time after hearing this.

During casual conversations, Shang Tang, Lü Fengguang, and Jin Ziqing became increasingly astonished: Lin Quan's familiarity with submarines was in no way inferior to theirs, these veterans; what they didn't expect was that he could even troubleshoot the most troublesome electromechanical malfunctions on the submarine.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and Lin Quan had already spent a full six months at the submarine academy.

Those trainees who repeatedly push their physical limits have already intensified their physical training... carrying 50 kilograms of weight and running 30 kilometers.

When the results of Project T were reported, Lin Guang and Zhang Yu were both surprised and delighted: the intensity of the project far exceeded the standard of most special forces members.

Once a week, there is an armed swimming exercise. Even the weakest trainees can grit their teeth and complete the 20-kilometer journey.

The physical fitness of the people in Project T improved rapidly. Every time Lin Tao, Zhang Yu, and Lü Fengguang saw Lin Quan, their eyes would light up with excitement.

Numerous organizations offered him positions, but Lin Quan declined them all. He is currently focused on only one thing: to thoroughly learn and practice what he has learned.

He had already exceeded expectations in his role as a guest instructor.

One o'clock in the afternoon, on the playground of the Submarine Academy.

"Attention everyone! Hand-to-hand combat, two people per group, begin!"

"Starved for three days? Is this what you call fighting? It's more fake than a stage play."

"A bunch of cowards, today I'll show you what real fighting is."

He took a few steps forward, and with a reverse joint lock, Lu Yitao fell to his knees; with a sweeping leg, Jiang Yao was sent flying through the air.

"Instructor Lin!" Jin Ziqing's face darkened.

"Not convinced? Come at me... Whoever touches my hat passes. Instructor Shang, Dr. Jin, if you can't stand it, feel free to lend a hand."