Shipborne Special Forces.

Grandpa Bi looked at the caller ID on his phone and was overjoyed, his face showing an expression that said, "My illness is cured."

The second day arrived quickly.

Wang Aiguo always thought he ate very fast, but after the martial monks arrived, he realized that there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.

Don't let the fact that the monks seem slow-witted and dull on the surface fool you; they're surprisingly quick at grabbing food.

After finishing their meal, the monks were the first to carry their plates out.

He had barely stood up and taken two steps when he saw a figure appear at the door.

The monk merely glanced at the man, and the next moment he froze, his face covered in sweat, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

The monk's sudden behavior puzzled Wang Aiguo's men. Just as they were about to turn around to look, they heard the monk tremble and say, "Chief...Chief...Chief Quartermaster!"

Wang Aiguo turned his head sharply, and there stood the quartermaster standing at the door. The quartermaster, who had been hospitalized for half a month with meningitis, had unexpectedly returned at this moment.

Upon their return, they found themselves staring at the culprit, the monk, who inexplicably became enraged, while the monk inexplicably lost his confidence.

The feud between the monks and the quartermaster was basically known throughout the entire 12 squads. Although it wasn't spread outside, the rumors still got out to some extent.

At this moment, everyone watched the monk and the quartermaster with great interest, wanting to see how these two rivals would react.

However, the quartermaster did not speak, but looked at the monk with anger on his face and a half-smile.

The monk broke out in a sweat within seconds, his eyes darting around, but he couldn't utter a single word.

After a while, just as the quartermaster was about to walk over, the monk looked at the large bowl in his hand and suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"Clang!"

Everyone was stunned at that moment. No one expected that the monk's first reaction would be to smash his large bowl heavily on the ground.

The ceramic bowl shattered instantly, leaving a trail of broken pieces on the floor.

"What is this monk trying to do? Is he trying to scare the quartermaster?" Wang Aiguo and the others wondered to themselves.

Then, in the next moment, everyone in Team 12 was stunned.

Because the next second they saw the monk suddenly kneel down on a pile of debris.

"Quartermaster, I was wrong, please spare my life."

Wang Aiguo: "..."

quartermaster:"……"

Grandpa Bi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

This will to survive... Wang Aiguo didn't even want to say anything.

……

As soon as the quartermaster returned, Grandpa Bi felt much more at ease. Given the current relationship between the quartermaster and the martial monk, Grandpa Bi was quite certain that the martial monk had been brought under control.

That afternoon's physical training required everyone to wear shorts and training clothes while downstairs.

Wang Aiguo was surprised to find that someone whose style was completely out of step with theirs had also appeared; this person was the quartermaster.

It's not scary that the quartermaster is on the playground; what's scary is that the quartermaster is also wearing physical training clothes.

Then, in the next moment, everyone instinctively looked at the monk, their faces showing sympathy.

"I guess he's here to see you," the divine physician said to the martial monk with a solemn expression.

The monk gasped and stammered.

"Um... the quartermaster is recovering from an illness and is also quite old, so he probably won't be very fast..."

Just as the monk was trying to comfort himself, Grandpa Bi suddenly smiled and leaned close to him, whispering, "Quartermaster, 3000 meters, 12 minutes and 50 seconds, the second fastest in the whole brigade."

Monk: "..."

The monk was completely bewildered and didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this moment, the quartermaster also came over, looking at the monk with a half-smile.

"I heard you didn't do well in the 3000 meters. It's okay, starting today I'll run the 3000 meters with you. When you run the 3000 meters with me, you must run with all your might. You must not let me catch up with you. Of course, don't put too much pressure on yourself. It won't be a big deal if I catch up with you. After all, I'm not some kind of demon. I'm not going to kill you, am I?"

"...Quartermaster, could you please put down that cleaver? It's making me a little nervous," the monk said, his face filled with fear.

……

That very day, the monk became famous in the recruit camp. After all, it was the first time anyone had ever seen a madman wielding a kitchen knife following behind him as he ran three thousand men.

Looking at the martial monks running wildly on the playground, Wang Aiguo couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Human potential is truly limitless."

With the monk's current speed and his tiny, quick steps, it's practically the same as having mastered lightness skills.

On that very day, the monk passed the 3,000-meter test. And his result was quite impressive; he ran a time of 13 minutes and 10 seconds, which was a full minute faster than his previous time.

After running 3,000 meters, the monk lay sprawled on the track, panting heavily.

The quartermaster was also exhausted, chasing the monks with a kitchen knife in hand. In addition, he was recovering from a serious illness, which made him a bit overworked.

But Grandpa Bi was very happy, and his heart was filled with joy as he looked at the martial monk.

"This pursuit is quite effective, but I wonder if it will work on Wang Aiguo?" Grandpa Bi muttered to himself, glancing at Wang Aiguo as he did so.

Wang Aiguo, who was staring at the martial monk, suddenly felt a chill and then his whole body shuddered violently.

"What, what's going on?" Wang Aiguo suddenly looked up and around, a wave of panic washing over him.

However, Grandpa Bi was standing behind Wang Aiguo, so Wang Aiguo did not see Grandpa Bi's burning gaze.

....

After the 3,000-meter race, everyone should go back to the dorm to rest and prepare for dinner.

Back in his dorm, the monk collapsed onto his bed like a dead dog. There was nothing he could do; it was normal, given he'd just been working overtime and would inevitably suffer serious aftereffects.

After lying down for a short while, the monk weakly called out, "Um, can you guys help me?"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Tian asked, leaning closer to the monk.

"I ran too hard and I feel like my muscles are tearing. Could you please get me some safflower oil from my cabinet? I need to rub it in a little."

"Oh." Xiao Tian nodded, then ran towards the monk's cabinet.

The physical training in the army is a bit too strenuous, and those who don't maintain a regular exercise routine can't handle it, so it's quite necessary for recruit camps to keep safflower oil on hand.

Overexertion, muscle tears, or sprains can all be treated with safflower oil. That's why the safflower oil at the recruit camp's canteen is always sold out.

Just as Xiao Tian was bringing back the safflower oil to the monk, Wang Aiguo suddenly discovered a box of eye drops in the monk's cabinet.

Eye drops are normal, but they are usually bottled, yet this monk's eye drops were boxed.