Chapter 1: Training

Zhanxiage quickly turned around. The girl standing behind him, her eyes bright as the stars in the dark night, shining with gentleness and concern—who else could it be but Yajie'er?
Yajie'er asked softly, "You're back?" ”
Zhanxiage nodded.
"Not leaving?"
Zhanxiage nodded vigorously.
Yajie'er walked over to Zhanxiage and pointed at the pigeon loft, asking, "Are you going to live here starting today?" ”
Zhanxiage nodded in frustration. Yajie'er suddenly covered her mouth and let out a pleasant chuckle. She leaned close to Zhanxiage's ear and chuckled softly, "To be honest, you're doomed!" ”
A gentle breeze blew, gently lifting Yajie'er's silky hair, sending a faint, elegant fragrance to Zhan Xiaoge's nose. Looking at Yajie'er's bright red and alluring lips, thinking of that brief yet intoxicating kiss between them, Zhan Xiage's body suddenly felt a surge of heat rise within him.
That night, Zhanxiage moved into the pigeon loft and squeezed into the pigeon loft with more than twenty pigeons.
These pigeons are still quite annoying. At night, I know why they always like to make rumbling noises, mixed with the sounds of wings flapping. The peculiar smell from the pigeon cage made Zhan Xiaoge's eyes ache continuously. After being tormented by them for two or three whole hours, he finally managed to fall asleep in the loft, covered with a thin marching blanket.
In the middle of the night, Zhanxia Ge rolled over in a daze. A pigeon lying near Zhanxiage was startled and flapped its wings. The little bell tied to its leg made a crisp jingling sound. Before Zhanxiage could figure out what was happening, more than twenty pigeons were all awakened by the sound of the bell. These timid little creatures flew around wildly, their bells ringing in a coo, as if stirring up trouble. For a moment, the entire pigeon cage felt like a percussion symphony orchestra, jingling and jingling in a chorus.
At that moment, Zhu Jianjun appeared like a ghost. He pointed at Zhanxiage and said, "I think you're just too energetic. Then don't sleep. Run around the school playground forty laps right now, then go back to sleep!" ”
The school playground is 400 meters per lap, so forty laps equals 16,000 meters. After running and returning to the loft, as he stepped over the fence, he suddenly heard a soft "pop" sound beneath his feet—a branch was broken by Zhan Xiaoge. While Zhanxiage was heartbroken and gasping for trouble, that damned pigeons suddenly whistled and flew into a ball like a brood.
Zhu Jianjun, that guy with rabbit ears, appeared beside Zhanxiage like a ghost. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I really underestimated you. It seems forty laps really don't mean much to you. Then let's do forty more laps!" ”
The next day, although Zhanxiage was exhausted and aching all over, he still insisted on visiting Yajie'er. Before sunset, he lovingly fed pigeons with mixed grain.
That night, Zhu Jianjun quietly walked to the side of the pigeon loft. Zhan Xiage's snoring was almost deafening. He was truly exhausted, and among the more than twenty pigeons, some slept in the loft, while others nestled affectionately beside Zhan Xiaoge, letting him roll around and occasionally muttering a few words in his sleep, but obediently remained silent.
Zhu Jianjun reached out in confusion and grabbed a pigeon. The pigeon was happily purring in his hands, swaying left and right but refusing to open its eyes.
"Number Four!"
A thunderous roar rang in his ears. Zhanxiage was so frightened that his whole body shuddered. He reflexively jumped up and shouted, "Understood, Instructor!" ”
"What the hell do you understand!" Zhu Jianjun pointed at the pigeons still sleeping on the ground and roared, "Tell me, what exactly did you do to them today?!" ”
In the quiet darkness of night, from a corner of the campus came a furious roar: "How dare you put sleeping pills in the grain you gave my baby!" Number Four, don't sleep tonight—go run! Run! Run! Might as well run to your death!! ”