I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 72 I Have No Heart_1

Chapter 72: Chapter 72 I Have No Heart_1

The man in the Zhongshan suit mused, "It’s precisely for that reason that I’m planning to absorb him into our team. On the one hand, it’s to make full use of him, and on the other, it ensures that we can control his condition at any time. The moment anything seems amiss, I will take immediate action."

"Ah-Choo!"

As you were walking, you suddenly sneezed and rubbed your nose. You found that the camp gates were wide open, and Li Yang, with a large group of people, stood in formation at the entrance to welcome your return.

Facing a reception akin to that of a hero, you were somewhat flattered and your face naturally revealed a rare, sincere smile.

To your mild surprise, the girls had also woken up, and their instructors had taken this opportunity for a night drill; as for your independent platoon, since you were the only one who completed the task, all the other boys had to endure punishment. The punishment was simple - frog jump around the training field for two laps.

Cough, just to clarify, the training field is no match for a typical university track and field - one lap alone is at least six hundred meters!

You sat on a moss-covered stone platform beside you, watching a crowd of complaining boys.

"Damn, if I’d known, I’d have scaled that mountain of corpses no matter what. Two laps – by the end of it, my legs will be broken!" Yang Kai complained as he hopped, but his attention wasn’t on the track at all — he naturally diverted his gaze to the girls standing at attention and marching on the field.

Out of boredom, you casually strolled over as well, and the first thing you saw was Fan Yi.

With her height of one meter eighty, she stood out no matter where she was, even more so among a group of girls.

Although Fan Yi was very tall, for some reason, her body was proportionate — not a bit too fat, not a bit too thin. Just right.

Interestingly, due to Fan Yi’s distinct stature, her completely uncoordinated movements were also conspicuously noticed by others.

"Oh my goodness, grandma, how many times has this been now?"

Fan Yi’s instructor, judging by the accent, should be from the Min-Cantonese region. Since people from the south are generally shorter, standing in front of Fan Yi gave her quite a bit of pressure.

You had noticed before that Fan Yi didn’t have any issues normally, but for some reason, whenever she had to march properly and practice formations, she often got disoriented, and her movements were very clumsy, which drew laughter from many of the girls.

She herself was a bit troubled by this, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t grasp the essence of it.

"Oh, forget it, just do whatever you want," the instructor finally gave up, speechless. After all, after more than ten days of instruction, Fan Yi still hadn’t mastered the most basic movements and would even resort to moving her arms and legs in unison when nervous, which was amusing yet frustrating for the instructor.

The night drill only lasted about half an hour, and then everyone went back since there was a whole day of training awaiting them tomorrow.

As you were about to head back to the dormitory, you noticed a graceful figure repeatedly practicing a few clumsy movements on the training field.

You scratched your head, sighed softly, and walked towards her.

"Stop practicing for now. If you can’t find the underlying issue, no matter how much you practice, you won’t get better."

Your sudden appearance startled Fan Yi.

When she turned around and saw it was you, she relaxed and lightly patted her chest, which was disproportionately large for her slender frame.

You approached her and asked with a smile, "You seem fairly agile usually, so why is your physical coordination so poor?"

Fan Yi shook her head, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "I don’t know either, it’s been like this since I was little. I used to fall all the time as a child, bumping my head wherever I went. Everyone called me clumsy and didn’t like to play with me."

"You’re not clumsy. If you were, how could you possibly have gotten into Jiangzhe University?"

"I’m just a bit better at academics; I’m not good at anything else," Fan Yi said, a bit disheartened as she sat down on the grass beside her, looking up at the starry sky above.

You sat down next to her, the gentle breeze rustling her hair and painting a mesmerizing scene.

This was the first time you sat quietly with Fan Yi like this, and the first time the two of you really talked heart-to-heart.

Fan Yi told you many things about her childhood, her brother, her mother, and her bedridden father.

Fan Yi came from an ordinary farming family in the mountains, where her parents had been farmers for generations.

With her family’s financial situation, they probably couldn’t even afford to let Fan Yi finish middle school, but her brother, who adored his little sister, dropped out after completing his first year of high school to work and support the family.

When she was in her second year of high school, her brother injured his right leg while working on a construction site and had difficulty moving, so he returned home.

Fortunately, he was working for a reputable company, and the boss, being a decent man, compensated her brother with tens of thousands of yuan. With that money, her brother started an eco-friendly orchard in their hometown and, with the support and help of relatives and friends, the orchard’s earnings gradually improved, allowing Fan Yi to complete high school.

The family had planned for Fan Yi to help with her brother’s business after high school and then find a suitable match to get married.

But her brother absolutely refused, insisting she finish university. He hoped she could stay in the city and at least find her true love before returning home, instead of rushing into marriage and becoming a parent as he had, without really understanding what it was all about.

Hearing this, you couldn’t help but ask, "Do you know what love is? Did you ever like any boys when you were studying?"

Fan Yi shook her head earnestly, "I don’t understand."

You were surprised and asked, "Why not?"

"I don’t have a heart."

You hadn’t expected such an answer and asked, "Why would you say that about yourself? To me, you’ve always seemed like a very kind girl."

Fan Yi still shook her head, "I don’t understand, I really don’t, I even can’t feel at all. I can’t feel sadness, happiness, pain that you all talk about."

You scratched your head, "No way, I often see you smiling."

"That’s all pretend." Fan Yi said with her head slightly lowered, looking emotionlessly at a little flower on the ground, "It was all taught by big brother. He said if you don’t understand, then learn, just pretend. When Grandpa passed away, big brother and the rest were all crying so sadly, but I didn’t understand. I didn’t know how to make myself cry, and I didn’t know what being sad should feel like."

Indeed, now when Fan Yi spoke, her tone was so indifferent, it was as if she were telling a story completely unrelated to her.

"I’m very stupid, and heartless too. Sometimes I wonder, why am I in this world? What’s the meaning of my being alive?"

You looked at her and didn’t interrupt her thoughts, continuing to listen.

"I thought about it for a long time, but I still didn’t figure it out." Then, Fan Yi turned her head to look at you, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"You’re the first person who doesn’t think I’m stupid and you’ve helped me a lot."

You laughed, "Isn’t that great? Now you know how to thank people. That means you do have a heart after all, just maybe a bit slow to react. No big deal, you’ve got me, brother."

With that, you patted your chest, "Come on, let’s review the movements we just did. Let’s aim to master them in half an hour."

"Mmhmm."

Under the moonlight, on the empty training ground, two figures kept repeating a movement...

In the last week at the training base, you faced the most important moment of your life: live ammo shooting!

A gun is the dream lover of every boy.

When you touched the 95-type automatic rifles distributed to you, each and every one of you had an uncontrollable smile on your face.

"Oh, the lines of these, so full and slender; take a good whiff, they carry a unique body scent, that is..."

"Get lost!"

Yang Kai was clutching the 95-type automatic rifle and acting pretentious when you and Wei Shuxian harshly kicked him onto the bed.

Wei Shuxian looked at you with a look of utter disgust and said earnestly, "Old Shu, you know a lot of girls. Can’t you find someone who can cure this guy?"

"Yeah, I agree, Little Kai really needs someone to take him down a notch." The roommates nodded, seemingly unable to stand Yang Kai’s antics.

You nodded, feeling somewhat powerless, "I’ll try my best, brothers."

"Assemble!"

A shout came from outside the dorm, and you grabbed your guns and rushed out immediately.

"Let’s go over this! Today, we’re going to do live ammo shooting. I’ve already taught everyone the technique the day before yesterday, but before we start, we need to remember safety first!"

"Yes!"

Lying at the shooting points, looking at the targets a hundred meters away, all of you felt your heartbeats quicken, filled with excitement.

Chambering a round, turning off the safety, aiming at the target, you felt as if your heart was going to shoot out towards the target with the bullet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Pulling the trigger continuously, five shots, all hit!

"Call the shots!"

"Liao Yong, three seven rings, one eight ring, one nine ring, totaling thirty-eight rings."

"Wei Shuxian, two eight rings, two nine rings, one ten ring, totaling forty-four rings."

As soon as Wei Shuxian’s scores were announced, everyone couldn’t help but applaud.

Yang Kai shook his head and said cockily, "It’s just forty-four rings. Heh, I’ll get at least forty-five!"

"Yang Kai, three seven rings, two missed, twenty-one rings!"

"What? Missed? That’s not right, I’m sure I hit all of them."

While Yang Kai was feeling disappointed, the person calling the shots suddenly exclaimed, "Wow! That’s epic!"

"What happened?" Li Yang asked loudly.

"Five bullets, all ten rings! The most amazing part is, he actually shot a circle within the ten rings!"

Upon hearing this, not only Li Yang, but also the two instructors nearby hurried over, one of them asking anxiously, "Who was it?"

"Li Muyun!"