All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 541 Mocking

After a week of physical training, the freshmen suddenly received a notice to start field

training.

“What does field training mean?” the freshmen asked the instructor in confusion. The

instructor, with a piece of grass in his mouth, looked at the questioning freshmen with

disdain on his face.

“Didn’t you guys say that you are top students? Why don’t you even know what field

training is?”

After a few days of getting along, the instructor had developed a good relationship with

the students. He would occasionally joke around with no hard feelings.

The freshmen smiled, teasingly saying, “Sir, this isn’t a reading comprehension test. Don’t

play dumb with us. Just tell us.”

“Listen up. I don’t want you to make me feel embarrassed.”

After the instructor finished speaking, he explained the meaning of field training to the

freshmen.

There was an old military camp near Styre University, which had some training equipment.

Styre University thought that the physical fitness of the freshmen was getting worse every

year, and they lacked tenacity and perseverance. The school contacted the military camp,

planning to send the freshmen there for training.

After the instructor finished explaining in detail, the freshmen all became excited.

In the entire Loxton, only the students of the University of Penny had the opportunity to

practice shooting. Other schools’ training only consisted of exercises like marching under

the sun.

If Styre University freshmen could participate in field training, they would have the

opportunity to practice shooting and even get hands-on experience with military

equipment.

They were all young students under twenty, full of passion and enthusiasm. What could be

more exciting for them than this?

The instructor looked at the excited freshmen with a cunning smile in his eyes.

While others didn’t notice the instructor’s smile, Catherine saw it clearly and silently

mourned for these naive students. They were laughing so happily now, but they would be

cursing loudly later.

After a simple morning training, all the students sat in military vehicles and headed toward

the nearby military camp. The scorching sun couldn’t dampen their enthusiasm. Their

curiosity about this mysterious camp had surpassed everything else.

As expected, the first part of the field training was target shooting.

But it wasn’t a free-for-all where everyone got a gun and started shooting. Instead, the

freshmen were divided into several small groups, taking turns to shoot the target, one

group at a time.

The instructor circled around the freshmen with his hands behind his back, shouting, “If

you want to shoot accurately, you must hold the gun properly.”

The first group stepped forward, carried their rifles on their shoulders under the scorching

sun, and knelt on one knee, unmoving.

The instructor’s requirement didn’t seem harsh. They only needed to maintain this posture

for 10 minutes!

At first, the freshmen found it easy, but as time passed, they felt more and more terrible.

Most of them could endure for one minute to three minutes, but by the fifth minute,

almost half of them gave up, and none of them lasted for 10 minutes.

As for Catherine, she didn’t even participate. She told the instructor that she had

heatstroke and sat on the side resting.

However, other students didn’t dare to do this. Everyone knew how strict the instructor

was when it came to taking leave. If one couldn’t provide evidence that showed they truly

had heatstroke, he wouldn’t allow them to rest. Therefore, everyone believed that

Catherine had really suffered from heatstroke.

After the first round of failure, they proceeded to the second round.

Only when everyone passed the ten- minute rifle-holding exercise would the instructor

allow them to shoot. The class that passed it first would have the opportunity to shoot

first.

This turned into a competition between classes, not just individuals. In an instant, the

freshmen’s competitive spirit was ignited. Those who could only hold on for three minutes

just now gritted their teeth and endured for five minutes this time. Originally, no one had

managed to hold on for 10 minutes, but now half of them did.

After two more rounds of training, the EIE class became the first class granted permission

to shoot.

Technically speaking, the strongest class should have been the medical class. The medical

department students were required to exercise every day from the beginning of their

enrollment. Although they appeared fragile, each one of them was incredibly strong. So,

why did the EIE class succeed first?

The class leader of the medical class couldn’t accept it and came to the EIE class, trying to

learn something from them. The EIE class didn’t hesitate and directly gave him the

answer.

“We have a genius in our class who knows a breathing technique that can change the way

we breathe. It not only reduces sweating but also minimizes unnecessary physical

exertion.”

This miraculous technique astonished the entire medical class. “What?” They gave an

exclamation of surprise. “How could there be such a technique?”

The medical students, driven by their curiosity, gathered around to learn about

Catherine’s breathing technique. A little while later, they returned with their minds full of

questions.

This made the EIE class feel proud. The medical class had always looked down on them,

saying that they only studied useless things. Unlike them, who researched human

engineering, genetic modification, and the cure for various malignant diseases. They

claimed to solve problems fundamentally, driving the progress of medicine and ensuring

everyone’s health. They were always boasting about how wonderful they were. But now,

they couldn’t even figure out how this breathing technique worked, which was ridiculous.

The EIE class students were eager to try. Even though they were using blanks, those guns

were real, and not everyone in Chritie could get their hands on them.

Each person had 10 bullets to shoot at the target. The instructor only taught them the

posture, but the way they performed depended on their talent.

There were 10 rings on the target, each worth one point. Some had a natural aptitude for

shooting and could score up to 80 points out of a hundred, while some could only score 20

to 30 points.

When Catherine stepped onto the shooting range, the bottom line of those scores was

finally broken.

The classmate who went to check the scores didn’t even have the courage to report her

score. He directly handed the scorecards to the instructor.

“Sir, please take a look!”

The instructor glanced at it and read it aloud, “Zero points!”

This was unbelievable. Zero points meant missing the target with every shot.

Originally, they thought that even if Catherine didn’t perform well, she would at least get a

passing grade. After all, her physical fitness was good, as she didn’t get breathless when

running. But they didn’t expect her shooting to be so bad.

The person most delighted by Catherine’s score was Corey. He couldn’t help but taunt her,

“Oh, I didn’t expect there to be something that the academic overachiever isn’t good at. I

thought you were born with an extra brain, but it seems not. Hahaha…”

Catherine coldly glanced at Corey, not even bothering to respond to him.

At first, the surrounding students sympathized with Corey, thinking that it was a pity he

lost the bet and had to run 10 laps. But when they heard Corey’s arrogant words, they all

felt disdainful of him.

After all, why would they sympathize with a guy who was so petty and calculative?

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