Chapter 13

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A certain military district in Jinling.

After a whole day of training, Su Chunjun collapsed into a puddle of exhaustion the moment he returned to his dormitory. Yet, the instant he got hold of his phone, it was as if he came back to life.

He had just graduated from military academy this year. Thanks to his outstanding performance and a dream he had long held—to become an elite special forces soldier, shining on the most dangerous frontlines—he was assigned to the special forces unit in Jinling as he wished.

But dreams burn bright, and only upon joining did he realize how inadequate he truly was.

The physical fitness that once made coursework manageable at the academy was now utterly insufficient in the special forces. It was brutal, unbearably so.

Take today’s cross-country training, for example—he felt utterly wrecked.

If he didn’t take a break soon, he feared he’d collapse completely.

First, he opened a certain short video app. Cleverly, it started feeding him clips of beautiful women, then comical videos, absurd news, and finally a few patriotic songs and official accounts to uplift his spirit.

But Su Chunjun’s hopes were dashed.

Today, opening the app, all he saw were clips from Season Three of “What Kind of Person Are You?”

Out of ten videos, four were related.

“Tsk, this season’s theme is wilderness survival,” he mused.

The show’s virtual set looked even more authentic than their own cross-country training grounds.

These big celebrities—are they going to be tortured to tears?

Curiosity ignited within Su Chunjun.

He eagerly scrolled through, then suddenly froze at a clip.

“Hm? Fishing is this easy? His aim’s better than mine when I’m aiming a bullet!”

“That’s a moving target, mind you, with water flow disrupting the line of sight!”

“Wow, he’s making fire by friction—I just learned that recently.”

“But why does Shen Jinfeng’s technique seem even more effortless than my instructor’s?”

“Damn, he knocked down a coconut with just a few stones? This guy’s got skills, looks cool too. Next mission, if there are coconuts, I’ll try this.”

Wait, wait a moment.

Is that handsome guy casually walking on tree branches for real?

No tiger claws, just moving swiftly upward like that?

He actually walked up?

Could this video be reversed? Is the tree lying flat?

Or has gravity ceased to function?

In reality, Shen Jinfeng climbed the tree in just a few seconds, but the video was slowed down tenfold so that viewers could barely make out his movements.

Su Chunjun was dumbfounded.

Sorry, but today’s training included climbing.

His climbing score was quite good—top among the recruits!

Proud of himself, the company commander had even come over to “deflate” his ego, telling him there were always better men out there and that his achievements were nothing special.

At first, Su Chunjun thought the commander was just trying to keep his pride in check.

But after watching this video, his sense of pride shattered in an instant.

Could a human really do this?

Outsiders watch for entertainment; insiders watch for technique.

The comment section was flooded with guesses that Shen Jinfeng must have mastered some kind of “martial art,” like lightness skill.

Of course, it was all in jest.

Yet Su Chunjun was watching with a mixture of awe, a hint of fear, and the fiery passion beneath it.

If Shen Jinfeng could do it, then it was humanly possible!

So the commander’s words—that he wasn’t nearly good enough—were true.

He now had a new goal to strive for.

It was getting late today.

Tomorrow, he would ask the commander whether one could really climb a tree that way.

He wanted to learn!

A new day dawned, slicing through the darkness.

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Before training began, Su Chunjun went eagerly to the company commander, hoping for some private coaching.

The commander initially didn’t take it seriously.

Older now, politically minded, he only watched the evening news and military channels; he had never heard of “What Kind of Person Are You?”

Upon hearing Su Chunjun’s request, he felt a headache coming on.

Because what he said yesterday—that Su Chunjun’s climbing achievements were “nothing special”—was a bluff. Su Chunjun’s climbing skills were already comparable to the best in the unit.

How could a pampered celebrity from the entertainment world surpass the most elite special forces soldier?

Unimpressed, the commander took the video and gradually widened his eyes.

He silently replayed it several times.

Could it be that he was too low a rank to know that the top experts had already evolved?

The commander solemnly patted Su Chunjun on the shoulder.

“Forget about private lessons. Focus on getting first place in your other disciplines, then come talk to me about new skills.”

Su Chunjun’s face fell.

But then a fierce fighting spirit ignited; he saluted smartly and declared, “I guarantee to complete the mission!”

The commander wiped his sweat, took out his phone, searched for the video, and watched it again several times.

Then he sent it to his senior squad leader.

Within minutes, the senior squad leader called back.

“Yi Shan, where did you find such a promising recruit? No joke, I’ve only seen moves like that on TV.”

The commander was stunned.

“On TV?”

“What?”

Meanwhile, unaware that he had attracted military attention, Shen Jinfeng listened to Mo Fan’s sigh, “Life on this desert island wouldn’t be so bad,” and turned around in disbelief.

“Why can’t we leave?”

No television, no air conditioning, no high technology here.

Limited food, difficult clothes, travel on foot, shelter you must build yourself.

He had worked hard to complete 999 quick-transmigration missions just to get to this retirement world—not to live such a “hardship” life!

Though survival here wasn’t too difficult for him, the unreliable 888—his target identity—didn’t want hardship; he wanted comfort.

Lying back and living as a salted fish was his idea of retirement.

Yet the original owner of this identity loved adventure and was a big shot who started off stranded here with a group of companions.

He hadn’t even inherited the money in the bank card.

Hadn’t even fallen in love.

Speaking of love, Shen Jinfeng instinctively glanced at Qin Ye, who, sure enough, met his gaze.

Pretending to be calm, Shen Jinfeng looked away.

Damn, why does Qin Ye keep staring? Having a secret admirer is so vexing (and embarrassing).

But the others ignored his question.

Gu Shengsheng looked utterly dispirited.

“Are we just waiting for rescue? The boats that came have drifted away, the sea stretches endlessly, and we can’t contact the outside world.”

He Erwang said, “Robinson Crusoe drifted alone for twenty-eight years. We won’t have to wait that long, will we...?”

Mo Fan’s tone was different.

“I think this place is pretty nice. Beautiful scenery, full of wilderness charm, no scheming, no survival of the fittest—like a paradise…”

Qi Xiu couldn’t help but interrupt.

“Uncle, I just finished the college entrance exam and applied to schools, and now I don’t even know what’s going on. I still want to go to university.”

As soon as he said this, the live comments exploded.

“Pfft, hearing that cracked me up. This is the gene engraved in our nation’s bones, huh? Haven’t even gone to university!”

“The show’s crew is ruthless! How can they be stranded here without even knowing their admission results? If it were me, I’d be furious!”

“Putting myself in their shoes, I’m already tearing my hair out.”

“Exactly, if Gu Shengsheng and Qi Xiu are stuck here three months, just thinking about missing university would make them cry.”

“Man, thinking about it makes me sad. Years of hard study, and then not making it to college!”

Even Mo Fan shifted the topic and grew anxious.

“In unexpected situations like this, if you miss the enrollment date, do universities make exceptions?”

Qi Xiu was downcast.

“I don’t know.”

He Erwang couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“Qi Xiu, how were your results? What school did you apply to?”

Qi Xiu’s face brightened a little.

“Kyoto University. I’m in the top thirty in the province, so it should be fine.”

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“Wow! That’s impressive!”

“Damn! I can’t help it! Kyoto University! If I knew I could get in but had to miss it, I’d seriously be furious!”

“Thinking about it, not only would I be mad, even my great-grandfather would rise from the grave in anger!”

“Sun Laogou’s character and plot are just too cruel!”

On screen, Sun Xinping’s expression flickered between blue and green.

Xiao Li, feeling indignant, immediately complained to Sun Xinping without a second thought.

“Director, why give someone such a harsh character?”

“That’s Kyoto University! Knowing you can get in but missing the chance—that’s torture!”

Only after saying this did he realize he had just gone against the current.

He hurriedly checked Sun Xinping’s expression.

Sun Xinping remained silent.

The head of the publicity team, with foresight, predicted, “We’re doomed. Looks like this time we’re getting scolded.”

Sun Xinping was sweating profusely.

No need to guess—he was already wanting to curse himself.

Qin Ye glanced at Qi Xiu and comforted him.

“Don’t worry. I know the president of Kyoto University. He is upright and reasonable. In cases like this, he will help find a solution.”

The president of Kyoto University, who had been tagged by relatives, friends, and colleagues with the video, was speechless.

“Wait, why are you tagging me? This ‘little student’ only thinks he’s going to Kyoto University, he hasn’t actually gotten in yet! How can I help?”

The president and Qin Ye’s father, Qin Jianfeng, were old friends from their school days.

Qin Ye forwarded the video to him, complaining, “What nonsense is your son spouting on a variety show?”

Qin Jianfeng replied, “What did my son say wrong? Aren’t you a reasonable man?”

President: “...Well, that’s a fair point.”

Of course, Qin Ye didn’t realize he had inadvertently revealed a bit of his network to viewers nationwide.

He continued to comfort his pessimistic teammates.

“Don’t be so downhearted; help will come soon.”

After all, Ms. Yun and his father had only him as their only son.

If he disappeared, they would surely rush back from their travels to take charge of the Qin Group. They were probably eager for his return.

He had no doubts about the Qin Group’s responsiveness and resources.

“What we have to do now is survive well during this time.”

He glanced at Shen Jinfeng with a hint of a smile.

“With the squad leader here, I believe it won’t be hard.”

Shen Jinfeng hadn’t been paying attention to his teammates’ conversation until now when he was called on.

He looked up to meet Qin Ye’s eyes full of trust.

After a moment of silence, he nodded awkwardly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back.”

He then showed the phone he had been repairing earlier.

He Erwang blinked.

“That’s my phone?”

Shen Jinfeng nodded.

“You said it got water-damaged yesterday. I fixed it, so it should be fine now.”

Coincidentally, he had once held the identity of a master craftsman in a great power world.

Fixing a phone like this was easy unless it was completely destroyed.

He had looked at it last night and thought it might be salvageable.

Too tired to start a fire late at night, he postponed it until today.

After tinkering a bit, it seemed fine now.

He powered it on as he spoke.

Sure enough, with the bright logo of the Hua brand appearing, the screen lit up and the phone resumed operation.

!!!

For some reason, having the phone restored gave a feeling of hope!

“Whoa, Shen Jinfeng can fix phones too?”

“Is he really that talented? Is this another character trait arranged by Sun Laogou?”

“Are you kidding? Just because the script says he can fix phones doesn’t mean he actually can. Was Shen Jinfeng a phone repairman before debut?”

“But with a phone, it’s not much help. It’s like traveling to the past with a phone—can only take pictures and listen to music until the battery dies.”

While the comments debated, the calm youth on screen continued to ask:

“This phone model should have satellite emergency call capabilities. Do you remember the relevant numbers?”