After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

Infirmary.

Dr. Chu looked at the two people covered in dust standing in front of him and pointed to the changing room next to him: "Go, change your clothes first, then go into the treatment pod and lie down for a while."

In the interstellar era, medical pods can handle most injuries and are essential equipment in the military. For most soldiers, being able to lie down in a medical pod after being injured is very comfortable.

Shen Junhan had already entered the changing room first. Inside, there were many disposable medical suits prepared for military academy students, as well as machines for washing dirty clothes.

Shen Junhan changed his clothes first and went out. He saw Leng Ran still standing there, and only entered the dressing room after he had left.

He was used to it; when he lived with Mo Li, he always made sure to hide from others when changing clothes.

Of course, Shen Junhan didn't understand. They were all men; what was there to be ashamed of?

Two minutes later, Leng Ran, who had washed her face and changed her clothes, came out and walked into the treatment room, just in time to see Lin Yi, who had just woken up, leaving the ward.

"Hey bro, sorry, I went a little overboard." Leng Ran greeted him warmly, mimicking Lu Haoyu's manner.

"Fine, next time, I'll definitely beat you." Lin Yi turned his head away. "If you're so strong, why are you lying in the treatment pod? Who did this?"

He turned his head coldly and pointed to the treatment chamber where Shen Junhan was.

Lin Yi looked in the direction Leng Ran was pointing, his pupils widening slightly: "You even managed to get Shen Junhan into the treatment chamber?"

Leng Ran clutched his injured shoulder: "No, please call it mutual destruction."

Lin Yi asked, puzzled, "Young Master Mo, you're such a good fighter, why don't you just apply to Storm Military Academy directly? Why do you have to use special privileges to get in?"

Leng Ran suddenly realized why the freshmen were so hostile towards him.

"Senior, I haven't enrolled yet. But I'll be your junior two years from now!"

Lin Yi pondered Leng Ran's words repeatedly, finally understanding, and exclaimed in shock, "You're only 16 this year??"

When Lin Yi looked again, Leng Ran's original spot was now empty; she was lying peacefully in the treatment chamber.

An hour later, the robot sent a notification.

"Beep—Time's up, you can leave the warehouse."

Leng Ran was covered in superficial wounds, but she recovered after lying down for an hour. Seeing that Shen Junhan was still soaking in the bath, she left first.

Having changed into freshly washed, fragrant clothes, Leng Ran was in a very pleasant mood. Enjoying the cool night breeze, she strolled leisurely toward the training camp, humming a cheerful tune.

Every minute you dawdle is a minute less of training time!

As a result, he was overtaken by Shen Junhan because he was too slow, and had no choice but to quicken his pace to return to the training camp location.

When Leng Ran saw the training content for the evening, her face fell, and she turned around to run away.

It took her so long to get clean!

In front of her was a large assembly line for producing small black people.

The freshmen in the individual combat and command departments are doing obstacle course training in two separate mud pits. There is a five-meter-high climbing wall and a forty-centimeter-high low-posture net, with a total of ten obstacles.

Instructor Ouyang roared, "Hurry up! Soldiers, each of you, twelve groups. No one is allowed to sleep until everyone finishes!"

Instructor Lin from the command department also yelled, "Commanders! Look at those individual soldiers! You're only in group six, get moving!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a student from the command department fell awkwardly off the climbing wall, hitting several others. The entire wall of people tumbled into the mud like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Instructor Lin sighed, "It's unbearable to watch."

The two instructors quickly noticed Leng Ran and Shen Junhan's appearance.

"Mo Li! Jun Han! Join the training now!" Instructor Ouyang shouted. "Although you are an hour late, there can be no missing a single group out of 12!"

Leng Ran's face darkened even more.

Instructor Lin, who was facing the commanders with a headache, saw Leng Ran and was filled with curiosity. Like Instructor Ouyang, he had heard a lot of legends about Leng Ran during dinner and was eager to see what level the army commander's adopted son was at.

"Hey, Ouyang, I want to talk to you about something." Instructor Lin moved closer to Instructor Ouyang. "Can I borrow Mo Li from your group? I want him to come to our command department to work on a project and give a demonstration to our commanders."

Instructor Ouyang laughed: "Old Lin, Mo Li is preparing to become an individual soldier, so naturally he will be trained as an individual soldier."

"Oh, he hasn't even started school yet. Don't worry, he'll definitely be involved in the training, twelve sets of training sessions. I'll keep an eye on him." Instructor Lin winked at Instructor Ouyang. "I'm curious too. Give me a chance, I'll treat you to dinner later."

"Alright." Instructor Ouyang nodded and smiled as he beckoned Leng Ran, who hadn't yet stepped into the mud, "Mo Li, you'll go train with the command department."

Leng Ran's eyes lit up instantly: "That's wonderful, Instructor Ouyang! You are truly a wise, brave, handsome, and talented person!"

“I’m glad you praised me like that, but,” Instructor Ouyang smiled broadly, “the training volume remains the same, twelve sets.”

The light in Leng Ran's eyes disappeared again. He glared at Instructor Ouyang with resentment, and then tragically jumped into the quagmire of the command department.

Instructor Lin clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the freshmen in the command department, and then pressed the timer.

"Come on, let Mo Li demonstrate for you! He's sixteen, and he'll be your future junior!"

All the students in the conducting department stopped and watched Leng Ran perform alone.

He calmly channeled his grief and anger into motivation, navigating the treacherous obstacle course with incredible speed.

The five-meter-high climbing wall was covered in black mud and was very slippery. What made it even more difficult was that the climbing wall was already crowded with precarious conductor students.

Using both hands and feet, Leng Ran accurately found the protruding footholds on the climbing wall, skillfully bypassed the "human obstacles" on the wall, easily climbed to the top, supported herself with one hand on the wall, and jumped down, landing perfectly.

In the low-profile net area, many commanders were covered in mud, lying face down like stranded dead fish.

Leng Ran, like a nimble fish, crawled forward in the mud, his limbs flexible and powerful, his movements agile and swift, bypassing the commanders who were stuck in the mud, and quickly passing through the checkpoint.

After Leng Ran successfully completed all ten events, Instructor Lin stopped the timer.

Instructor Lin exclaimed, "Two minutes and fifty seconds! Very good! The best record for this event at our Storm Military Academy is currently two minutes and thirty-four seconds, set by our Principal He."

The commanders, struggling in the mud, stared blankly: Is this what it means to be a single soldier?

Instructor Lin once again marveled at the commander's good eye; he had come back from a short trip to find such a talented kid. When would he be able to find one himself?

Instructor Lin continued yelling at the students: "Everyone, learn Mo Li's movements! Commanders, get moving! Stop playing dead! There are still three groups left if one person is left!"

Leng Ran's demonstration had a positive effect. The commanders, who were already very perceptive, started to pay close attention to Leng Ran's movements, even noticing the slightest arm swings.

How to maintain balance while climbing a wall, how to land perfectly, and how to "swim" in a low-posture net.

These actions were transformed into slow, frame-by-frame motion in the commanders' mental vision.

Commanders who thought they had mastered some skills began to imitate Leng Ran's actions, and the overall efficiency of clearing the level improved significantly.

To their surprise, Leng Ran seemed like a finely programmed robot, with only imperceptible changes in the amplitude of each action and level, maintaining an overall very stable level.

To Instructor Lin's surprise, Leng Ran's time for each round never fluctuated by more than three seconds!

As physical strength declines, a normal person should slow down, but Leng Ran seemed to maintain a constant speed!

Instructor Lin looked on in surprise. Was Mo Li an iron man? Didn't he get tired?

In fact, Leng Ran had roughly calculated the distribution of her physical strength, maintaining a speed that would not make her feel too tired, but would allow her to complete the twelve sets as quickly as possible.

Iron Man Leng Ran completed the task in less than half an hour, second only to the freakish Shen Junhan with a level five physique. She lay on the open ground and began to count stars, waiting for the others to finish.

My whole body feels sticky and uncomfortable. I really want to go back and take a shower, but unfortunately, the individual soldier training hasn't been completed yet.

Finally, around 10 p.m., the command department was the first to finish training.

Zhou Rui, the commander who had fallen off the wall earlier, asked incredulously, "We...completed training before the individual soldiers?"

"So this is how commander skills can be used... We can complete missions ahead of schedule!"

"Your brains are the most useful thing! Soldiers! Lu Haoyu, you're putting too much force into your left foot, you'll fall!"

Sure enough, Lu Haoyu lost his balance and fell into the mud the next second, getting a mouthful of mud.

The command department finally redeemed itself in this project, temporarily shedding the title of "fragile commander," and began using mental energy to analyze the movements of individual soldiers in the mud, with constant teasing remarks.

The soldiers in the mud heard the arrogant voices of the command system. Although they were annoyed, they still listened to their advice, gritted their teeth and sped up. Finally, after fifteen minutes, everyone finished.

Under the cold, hopeful gazes, Instructor Ouyang cleared his throat: "Dismissed!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than everyone saw Leng Ran spring up from the ground with a somersault, and the next second, he shot out like a black whirlwind.

She wants to take a bath!!!