Death Progress Bar

moved.
Once—do ten push-ups, twice—twenty push-ups, and so on.
Supervise each other, and don’t slack off.”

Oh, so it’s just push-ups.
That’s easy!

The eyes of the students who only moved once, like Luo Donghao, brightened.

“Before doing push-ups, go and run five laps around the field,” Xiang Aoting amended, then looked over at the lone “survivor” on the other side.
“Shi Jin was able to stand without moving for three days in a row.
This proves that his endurance and physical strength are far beyond the required standard, so he doesn’t have to run and do push-ups—he’ll be learning fighting from me.”

Huh? Fighting?!

The cadets’ eyes lit up and they all looked at Xiang Aoting.
Luo Donghao shouted,  “Instructor, I also want to learn fighting!” Fighting was so cool, it was much more fun than running!

“Unqualified personnel has no right to make demands,” Xiang Aoting replied coldly, his icy gaze sweeping over the group of unruly quail chicks.
“When you’re able to stand at attention without moving to the end of the training, I’ll let you learn something else.
Until then, you can only watch others learn.”

Hiss— So cruel!

The little quails gasped in shock.

Xiang Aoting scowled at them.
“Not running yet?!”

Intimidated by his glare, they didn’t dare to make any more requests and glumly went to the running track, throwing Shi Jin envious glances.

“Shi Jin, tomorrow I’ll accompany you!” Luo Donghao said in a low voice as he ran past Shi Jin.
His eyes were full of admiration and envy.

The corners of Shi Jin’s mouth twitched.
“Okay, I’m waiting for you,” he said dryly. Also, congratulations on biting Xiang Aoting’s bait.

When the little quails ran away far enough, Xiang Aoting immediately walked up to Shi Jin and touched the teenager’s forehead.
“You didn’t sleep well last night? Your face looks pale.”

The hand on his forehead was very warm.
Taken aback, Shi Jin looked up at Xiang Aoting, whose eyes were filled with concern.
The images from last night’s dream flashed in his mind; he took a deep breath, suppressing the impulse to slap his brother’s hand away.
He stepped back, took off his cap and put it aside, then turned to Xiang Aoting and beckoned to him provocatively.
“Come on, let’s spar! I couldn’t win against you last year, but this year, I’ll definitely beat you to the ground.”

Xiang Aoting was relieved to see him cheer up again.
He took off his cap, put it aside together with the clipboard, and assumed a fighting stance.
“Yes, let me see how much you have grown since then.”

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Shi Jin eyed him, burning with fighting spirit.
His muscles straining, he immediately rushed to attack.

On the track, after making a turn, Luo Donghao instinctively glanced towards their squad’s usual position.
His eyes opened wide as he saw two figures fluidly exchanging blows.
He quickly raised a hand to rub them and looked again, then cried out in disbelief, “Fuck, Shi Jin is actually sparring with the instructor! He can actually fight!”

Surprised, everyone looked in that direction, only to see Shi Jin forcing Xiang Aoting back with a savage high kick.
Their jaws dropped.

“How fierce! Is that really Shi Jin?”

“Fuck, that kick was brutal! These moves look very skilled, Shi Jin is no amateur!”

“Hit his face, his face! A kick, yeah! Come on, kick him!”

“Damn, is he really a spoiled young master? You guys totally lied to me.”

Luo Donghao stared, dumbfounded.
Looking at Shi Jin’s flexible movements and ruthless attacks, he felt a chill on his back for some reason.
Why did he think that Shi Jin’s techniques were a little strange, as if they were all killing moves? Where did he learn them?

Xiang Aoting asked the same question when they separated for a moment.

Shi Jin once again swept out with his leg, trying to throw him off balance.
“Last year, didn’t you say that my attacks were too routine and predictable? I did my best to improve on this.” And boy, hadn’t he suffered because of it! During practice, he’d continuously been beaten up by Gua Two and Gua One.
The two men said they wanted to help him reform his rigid fighting skills, which looked nice on paper, but it was actually a euphemism for beating him up! Straight-out beating him up!

Xiang Aoting recalled Lian Jun’s dangerous group of subordinates and frowned, inexplicably feeling that they had dragged his younger brother over to the dark side.
He deftly captured Shi Jin’s arm and pressed down his shoulder, at the same time striking at the side of his waist.
“Here, the hole in your defense is too big.
You should pay more attention to defense when attacking! Again!”

Knocked to the ground with such apparent ease, Shi Jin’s face darkened.
Seeing Xiang Aoting look as if he still didn’t need to go all out, he twisted and broke free from his brother’s hold then threw a punch straight at his face.

It so happened that the rest of the squad was running by just at this moment.
The cadets immediately became excited when they saw this scene; someone, emboldened by being hidden in the crowd, shouted at the top of his lungs, “Hit him! Come on, Shi Jin! Take the devil down!”

Startled by the loud roar, Shi Jin stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
His attack instantly lost momentum and Xiang Aoting directly caught his fist.

“You’re too easily distracted, remember to work on this,” Xiang Aoting admonished him, then turned to look at the runners.
“Liu Yong, it seems you’re quite idle.
Fifty push-ups!” he growled in a cold voice.

All the cadets immediately stopped rubbernecking and ran properly again.
The one called out by name, Liu Yong, looked away with a glum expression, filled with regret for shooting his mouth off.

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Lap after lap, everyone watched Shi Jin and Xiang Aoting spar, their faces nearly green with envy—they also wanted to be like Shi Jin, who was able to fight on a par with the instructor!

“The content of military training is fixed.
We’ll all learn later what the instructor is teaching Shi Jin today as long as we properly complete all the previous exercises,” Luo Donghao said suddenly.
“It’s like playing a game: we can only go to the next level after passing this one.
Shi Jin already had the strength to reach the next level, but we’ve been dragging him down.
Today, the instructor let him proceed to the stage where he should be.
If we don’t hurry and catch up, we’re going to be left far behind.”

After hearing this, everyone thought of Shi Jin’s outstanding performance in the past three days and calmed down a little.
They looked to the front and started running seriously—if they wanted to pass the current level, they needed to work hard.
There was no time to waste.

…They had calmed down, but when they finished running and were suffering through the push-ups while Shi Jin was sparring with Xiang Aoting and learning military combat ahead of schedule, they still couldn’t help but be envious.

They, too, wanted to join the world of the strong.

Also, who lied to them that Shi Jin was a spoiled young master? Looking at the hard muscles bulging on Shi Jin’s arms during the fight, where was he spoiled?!

Just as they were roaring in their hearts, the instructor of the squad next to them suddenly ran over.
Eyes shining, he observed the fight for a moment, then asked if he could also exchange a few moves with Shi Jin.

Xiang Aoting agreed on behalf of Shi Jin.
He pulled Shi Jin aside and said something to him, then walked to the side, yielding his place.

Shi Jin and the instructor began sparring, and both squads began cheering for their competitors.
The lively atmosphere soon attracted the attention of other squads, and more and more people came to watch.

Three minutes later, Shi Jin executed a beautiful side throw and pressed the instructor to the ground.

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The cheering stopped abruptly, and the crowd on the training field fell deathly silent.
What did they just see? Did a cadet really manage to throw an instructor down?

Shi Jin’s teammates were stunned at first, then burst out into deafening cheers.

He won! Shi Jin actually won! The student beat the instructor! The rumored pampered young master beat the instructor!

Shi Jin released his hold and stood up, then reached out to help the other man up, saying, “Thank you for your guidance, sir.”

“What guidance, as if I could teach you anything.
You’re very strong, young man.
Have you received special training?” The instructor didn’t refuse Shi Jin’s help and let himself be pulled up, looking at him as if he had found a treasure.
Looking at Xiang Aoting, he asked, “What’s this cadet’s name?”

Xiang Aoting’s eyes were beaming with pride, but he forced his voice to sound flat: “His name is Shi Jin.
He’s the top candidate on this year’s admissions list—he scored 600 points in the college entrance examination.”

“Oh, it’s the student who was almost recruited by XX military academy, no wonder.” The instructor looked Shi Jin up and down in surprise.
He patted Shi Jin on the shoulder happily and said, “My older brother is also a graduate of your police academy.
You have an eye for quality, you’ve chosen a good school.”

Shi Jin was patted so hard his shoulder ached.
Forcing out a smile, he said, “Thank you, sir, I just happened to have good luck.”

The instructor became more and more enthusiastic.
“I heard you’ve also been on a mission.
What kind of mission? Do tell!”

“Not really, it was just a small task…” Overwhelmed, Shi Jin quietly moved closer to Xiang Aoting.

Xiang Aoting hurriedly jumped in to save him, finding an excuse to send the other instructor away.
Then he announced the end of the morning training, and took Shi Jin away on the pretext of discussing the spar they just had.

The crowd watched them walk away, stunned by too much information—first place candidate? Special training? Mission? What the hell? This was about Shi Jin? Wasn’t Shi Jin a spoiled young master whose family had a mine and who didn’t even know how to make a bed? What the instructors said just now and what they’d heard was really about the same person?

“Hey, Luo Donghao.” Liu Yong couldn’t help poking Luo Donghao next to him, who seemed to be petrified.

The other youth turned to him stiffly.

“Who the hell said that Shi Jin was a young master?” Liu Yong asked, looking at him expressionlessly.

Luo Donghao let out a cough.
“Who knows…”

Shi Jin became famous once more.
This time, it was positive renown, but he didn’t feel very happy because he kept dreaming every night.

The pitch-dark basement, dying, Xiang Aoting rushing in when he was about to give in to despair.
Again and again, the same scene, the same pain, the same dull ache in his fingers.

Shi Jin plunged his face in the wash bowl, sobering himself up with the cold water, then straightened and looked at his trembling fingers.
Weary, he poked Xiao Si in his mind.
“It’s been five days already.
He Chun, the weakest person in the squad, can already stand at attention without moving, so why is this dream thing still not over? Xiao Si, is this really normal?”

The system remained silent.

“I know, you can’t tell me.” Shi Jin buried his face in the towel and let out a long sigh.
“Xiao Si, we’ve been together for more than a year.
All this time, you’ve only refused to answer when I asked you two questions: what is your existence and why was I reborn in the body of the original ‘Shi Jin’.
With you being like this now, it really makes me think.”

Xiao Si didn’t keep silent this time, but only reminded cautiously, < JinJin, you should go now, or you’ll be late for training.
>

“You little fellow…” Shi Jin put down the towel and looked at himself in the mirror.
Suddenly, he laughed.
“Okay, why do I hear crying again? I wasn’t trying to scare you or anything.”

Xiao Si was silent for a while, as if it was holding back sobs.
Finally, it said, < JinJin, please don’t be angry with me, and don’t hate me and not want me anymore.
>

“Silly, how can I not want you?” Shi Jin tucked his towel and toiletries in his wash bowl one by one.
He clenched his fingers, which began aching again, and sighed, “Xiao Si, I miss Lian Jun.”

I want to stay with him and sleep at his side, safely and at peace, without any dreams.

Translator’s Notes:

The corners of Shi Jin’s mouth twitched.
“Okay, I’m waiting for you,” he said dryly – I took some liberty with this: Shi Jin actually said “Jiayou”. This literally means “add oil” and it’s an expression of encouragement and support; it has no one set translation.
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