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With Zhou Muzhi's signed leave slip tucked in his pocket, Wang Ye sauntered down the main building.

The sunlight outside was blinding.

The class WeChat group has exploded with excitement.

The class assistant, Chen Ruoxue, sent a notification to everyone, tagging them and asking them to line up at the gymnasium to collect camouflage uniforms, rubber boots, and military water bottles.

The group chat was filled with lamentations.

The men wailed in despair.

"Oh no, it's going to be 35 degrees Celsius in the autumn heat. I'll be skinned alive in half a month."

"Does anyone know? I just bought SPF50 sunscreen, but I don't know if it'll be enough."

"I heard that the instructors hired this year are particularly strict. If you can't fold your blankets into a neat square, you'll have to run five kilometers as punishment. This is like starting from hell."

Wang Ye glanced at the screen and immediately switched the group messages to Do Not Disturb mode.

Are we receiving military training uniforms?

What a joke!

Whoever wants to go can go; he's not planning to go anyway.

These days, who among decent people would march in formation under the blazing sun?

As long as the mind does not slip, there are more solutions than difficulties.

He walked along the tree-lined path of the school with his hands tucked in his pockets.

As I passed the central square, I heard a deafening sound.

Guitar club is recruiting! No experience required, guaranteed to teach and learn!

"Street dance club is recruiting! Senior dancers will provide on-site instruction and guide you step-by-step to new heights!"

"Our esports club's gaming team needs a support player, female preferred!"

The scene of the Hundred Regiments Offensive was bustling with activity.

The sunshade tents stretched for dozens of meters, and senior students from various clubs waved flyers and shouted loudly.

Just then, a familiar mechanical voice rang in my mind.

【Ding! 】

[Host detected to be experiencing a vibrant university campus life; new mission issued!]

[Task objective: Successfully register for and join two university clubs.]

[Mission Rewards: Two Mystery Blind Boxes, 1000 Godly Coins!]

Wang Ye paused in his steps.

And such good things?

You can get two blind boxes and 1000 Godly Coins for free by simply joining two clubs.

The main purpose of this system operation is to provide warmth and support.

"Isn't this just giving it away for free?"

"Give it to me!"

Wang Ye strode forward, heading straight for the busiest area of ​​the square.

Looking around, the roller skating club was showing off their drifting skills on the flat ground, a bunch of anime club members in black and white stockings were dancing to otaku songs, and a girl from the Hanfu club was playing a pipa.

Wang Ye looked around and his gaze fell on a booth that read "Music Club of No Sound, No Joy".

There was an electric guitar in front of the stall, and a drum set next to it.

The person in charge of recruitment was a sophomore with long, straight black hair.

The senior student was wearing a fitted black cropped sweatshirt and denim shorts, showing off her slender waist and long, straight legs.

With a pair of noise-canceling headphones around his neck, he exuded a wild and carefree punk vibe.

Seeing Wang Ye walk over, the senior student took off half of her earphone and looked him up and down with her chin on her hand.

"Junior, do you know anything about music?"

The senior student asked.

Wang Ye pulled out a plastic stool in front of his stall, sat down, and began to speak without changing his expression.

"I know a tiny bit about everything."

How knowledgeable are you?

The senior student raised the corners of her mouth and pointed to the registration form on the table.

Wang Ye speaks fluently and without hesitation.

"The courtesan, oblivious to the sorrow of a fallen nation, still sings of nunchucks across the river."

"Why does the moon always seem to be full when we part? I know the Pegasus Meteor Fist."

"Does this count as understanding?"

The senior student was stunned on the spot. She burst out laughing and slapped the table.

"interesting."

"My name is Luo Ning. I'm a sophomore majoring in popular vocal music and the vice president of the music club."

"Junior, you're quite adept at reciting rhymes, but our music club isn't like Deyun Club; the entry requirements are quite high."

Wang Ye picked up a pen and quickly wrote down his name and major.

"Wang Ye, Class 1, Directing for Drama and Film".

"Whether the threshold is high or not doesn't matter. The main thing is that I am a natural-born singer with a full range of musical notes, and my singing style is characterized by rich emotions."

Luo Ning glanced at his name.

"She's definitely good-looking; she's good enough to be the face of the group."

"But being handsome alone isn't enough. The interviews will be held tomorrow at 2 PM in room 502 of the Art Building."

"You'll need to prepare a short a cappella performance or an instrumental solo. Only those who pass the audition will be considered officially members of the club."

Wang Ye put down his pen.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

One is done, but one more is still missing.

Wang Ye stood up and walked around the stall area, finally stopping in front of the stall that looked the least crowded.

The banner read: Youth Volunteer Association.

Other clubs are scrambling to get in, but here there's not even a spectator.

Behind the table sat a senior student wearing black-rimmed glasses, with her hair tied in a simple low ponytail, and wearing a loose red vest. She was diligently organizing materials with her head down.

The red vest she wore couldn't hide her curvaceous figure; she was the type who was all show and no substance.

Wang Ye stepped forward and tapped on the table.

"Senior, are you still hiring here?"

The bespectacled senior looked up, seemingly flattered.

"I...I confessed!"

"Would you like to join the Youth Volunteer Association?"

Wang Ye nodded.

"Yes, I like to serve the people and I'm all about selfless dedication."

The bespectacled senior pushed up her glasses and handed over a form, her voice gentle and soft.

"Junior, our association's activities are quite demanding. We often have to clean up nursing homes in the community or volunteer at special education schools. There aren't any glamorous stage performances. Have you really thought this through?"

Wang Ye took the pen and quickly filled in the information.

"Senior, if a person doesn't have a spirit of dedication, what's the difference between them and a salted fish?"

"Besides, helping others brings me joy. I don't have any other faults, I'm just kind-hearted."

The bespectacled senior took the form and looked at Wang Ye's flawless handsome face, a faint blush rising on her fair skin.

"This junior is truly insightful."

"My name is Wen Xiaoya, and I am the secretary-general of the association."

"We will be holding a recruitment meeting the day after tomorrow afternoon in Room 204 of the administration building to get a basic understanding of your personal information. If you pass the initial screening, you will be officially issued a volunteer certificate."

Wang Ye nodded with a smile.

"No problem, see you the day after tomorrow, Senior Wen."

After going around in circles, I got the registration for both clubs sorted out.

Just wait for the interview to pass in two days, and the two system blind boxes and 1000 Godly Coins will be easily in my pocket.

As he left the square, Wang Ye pulled out the leave slip from his pocket.

Zhou Muzhi's signed approval has been obtained.

However, the signature of the head instructor in the column above is still blank.

Zhou Muzhi was right. The instructors of the training troops were not school teachers; they were strict in discipline and would not tolerate any mistakes.

Wang Ye walked to the shade of a tree by the playground, took out his phone, and sent a message to his counselor.

Half an hour later, Wang Ye obtained useful information.

The chief instructor for this military training is named Zhang Dapeng, the local battalion commander. He likes to smoke and has a straightforward personality. He is currently resting in the temporary command post on the second floor of the gymnasium.

Wang Ye turned and strolled out of the school gate, first going to a nearby hospital, and then browsing through some high-end tobacco and liquor stores near the school gate.

When she came out, she was carrying a black, opaque, hard-sided tote bag.

Inside were four specially supplied packs of Da Zhong Jiu cigarettes, plus a heavy, pure cowhide envelope.

The envelope contained a thick stack of brand-new 100-yuan bills, exactly 20,000 yuan.

Wang Ye, carrying the bag, strode straight towards the stadium.

The door to the temporary office at the far end of the second floor was open.

A burly, dark-skinned middle-aged man was sitting at his desk reading documents.

His pine-green training uniform was stretched taut by his strong chest muscles, and his thick, sword-like eyebrows were furrowed together, giving him a commanding presence.

It was Zhang Dapeng, the chief instructor in charge of the school's military training this time.

Wang Ye walked to the door and knocked on the door panel.

"Report."

Zhang Dapeng raised his head, his gaze scrutinizing Wang Ye.

"Come in, what is it?"

His voice was deep and resonant, with a penetrating quality characteristic of soldiers.

Wang Ye walked over, his expression unchanged, and placed the leave application form on the table.

"Reporting to the instructor, Wang Ye from the Drama and Film Directing Class 1 is requesting a long leave from military training due to illness."

Zhang Dapeng took the leave slip and glanced at it; Zhou Muzhi's name was clearly signed.

But his brows furrowed even more immediately.

"Take leave? Are you kidding me!"

"Trying to desert right after enrolling?"

"Teacher Zhou is being silly, and you're joining in the silliness!"

"Military training is for national defense education and to temper one's will. Thousands of students across the school are sweating on the playground. Are you the only one who's special?"

"No approval! Take it back. You'd better wear your camouflage uniforms for assembly tomorrow!"

Zhang Dapeng simply pushed the leave slip aside, his attitude resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

If this were an ordinary freshman, he would have been so frightened by the loud voice that his legs would have trembled and he would have slunk away.

Wang Ye smiled, casually pulled over the folding chair opposite him, and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

"Instructor Zhang, calm down, don't jump to conclusions."

Zhang Dapeng's eyes widened.

"Who told you to sit down? Stand up!"

Wang Ye didn't move. Instead, he casually picked up the black tote bag and placed it on the table. He gently pulled the zipper, revealing four packs of high-end cigarettes inside, as well as a thick envelope with a bright red corner showing.

Zhang Dapeng glanced at it, and his face instantly darkened.

"What are you doing, you brat?!"

"Trying to bribe me? That's a serious violation of discipline!"

"Believe it or not, I'll call your department head directly and give you a school-wide disciplinary warning!"

Wang Ye appeared calm and even shifted to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Instructor Zhang, how can this be called bribery?"

"This is called joint construction by the military and civilians, and a way to show appreciation to the soldiers."

"I've inquired about it. This time, the brother unit came to conduct training, but the logistical support conditions are limited. The soldiers don't even have a decent heatstroke prevention and cooling allowance in this hot weather."

"The things in this bag are a reward for the front-line instructors for buying them iced tea and watermelon. It has nothing to do with my leave."

Zhang Dapeng was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly.

"Glib and smooth-talking!"

Wang Ye took out his phone and slowly swiped the screen to unlock it.

"Besides, Instructor Zhang, I really do have a special physique; I'm not trying to be unreasonable with you."

"I recently went on a road trip in Northwest China and spent two months crawling and rolling through uninhabited areas. I have an old meniscus injury in my left knee, and the hospital advised me to rest."

"In addition, I am in charge of a National Geographic cultural and tourism documentary project, which will soon enter the fall for on-location reshoots. I really don't have time to waste on the playground."

Wang Ye pulled up his Douyin (TikTok) account with over nine million followers and pushed the screen in front of Zhang Dapeng.

Zhang Dapeng glanced at the verification and number of followers above, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

This young man looks ordinary, but he's actually a top-tier internet celebrity.

Wang Ye then took out a black ballpoint pen from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and pushed it to Zhang Dapeng's side.

"Instructor Zhang, taking a step back will open up a whole new world."

"I won't loiter around the parade ground or cause any trouble for the troops. This will save you worry and save me trouble too."

"Consider this logistical funding as an extra meal for the brothers in the company, on my own behalf."

"Do you think this signature is acceptable?"

Zhang Dapeng looked down at the bag on the table, then glanced at Wang Ye's calm, unwavering eyes.

Having served in the army for over a decade, he had seen all sorts of troublemakers.

But this is the first time I've met someone as confident and meticulous as this kid.

He was rich, famous, and acted with the maturity of a young adult student, even giving him face and a way out.

More importantly, the kid did have a scanned copy of the hospital's medical record for his knee. As for whether it was forged, only Wang Ye himself knew.

If they forcibly drag him onto the playground and something goes wrong, then he, as the head instructor, will be the one to take responsibility.

The office was quiet for half a minute.

Zhang Dapeng picked up the leave slip on the table, grabbed a pen, and signed his name neatly in the instructor's approval section.

"This will not be repeated."

There will never be a next time!

Zhang Dapeng handed the leave slip back to Wang Ye and, with a stern face, gave his instructions in a deep voice.

"Be careful while away from school, and take full responsibility if anything happens."

Wang Ye took the leave slip, folded it neatly, and put it back in his pocket.

"Alright, thanks, Instructor Zhang."

"Wishing you all the best in your work, instructor!"

Wang Ye stood up, dusted off his trousers, and walked out of the temporary office with a flourish.

As I stepped out of the stadium, a gentle breeze greeted me.

Wang Ye took out the leave application form with two signatures, flicked the paper, and smiled.

"Isn't that all?"

"Military training? Let whoever wants to do it do it!"

While others were marching in the scorching sun on the playground, he was drinking iced cola in his dormitory with the air conditioning set to 16 degrees Celsius.

This move is primarily a strategy of overwhelming the opponent with superior force.

Wang Ye took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Gu Qingcheng.

[Wang Ye: Butler Gu, have someone wash the Yangwang U8. I need to drive it out on errands in a couple of days.]

[Gu Qingcheng: Yes, Chairman. The vehicle is ready for you. Also, the Australian Wagyu beef that was flown in today has arrived. Would you like dinner delivered to your school?]

Wang Ye: No need. We'll eat at the manor tonight and go for a swim while we're at it.

After replying to the message, Wang Ye walked directly towards the school gate.

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