Rebirth as the Riche Chapter 566 - 567, is Song Shiqin (first watch)

Chapter 566: 567, is Song Shiqin (first watch)

Is that Song Shiqin?

He stood in the remnant glow of the morning sun, tall and majestic, like a straight pine tree.

A layer of snowlight enveloped him.

Iron-boned and sonorous.

A military cap pressed down on his head, casting a shadow across his face, hiding his true features from view.

Only his exquisitely chiseled, cold, hard jawline was exposed.

Both sharp and composed.

He conveyed an almost oppressive sense of mystery.

In front of him, the contemporary young idols hadn’t even been exposed to the light before they were already reduced to dust.

Chu Jin appraised him without betraying her emotions.

If this man really was Song Shiqin.

Then it was truly a waste of his talents.

It also ant this year’s military training wouldn’t be as casual as in previous years; they were about to face a real challenge.

At that mont, the man also lifted his gaze indifferently, eting Chu Jin’s scrutinizing eyes. His angular face was revealed under the morning light, his glance deep and tranquil, as his gaze slowly swept across her face without a ripple in his eyes.

It was indeed Song Shiqin.

Both retracted their gazes very calmly, as if they didn’t recognize each other.

Qiao Muyan was thrilled.

The instructor before her was undoubtedly the sa man she had encountered the night before last.

It was him!

He really showed up; he must have co for her, otherwise, it wouldn’t be such a coincidence that he beca her instructor.

The man before her was tall and mighty, surpassing any man she had ever known.

Qiao Muyan stole a glance at him, her cheeks tinting slightly red.

Did he see her?

"Students," just then, the instructor standing to the side spoke up, "let

introduce to you, the officer who will be in charge of your military training for the next thirty days, Song Shiqin."

Qiao Muyan raised her eyes toward Song Shiqin. So, he was a regint chief? Even the instructor was extrely respectful toward him; he must hold quite a high rank, no?

Appearance, family background, both were outstanding.

He was indeed a match for her.

Song Shiqin took two steps forward, scanned the crowd, and then spoke slowly, "I am Song Shiqin, Song as in the dynasties Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, Shi as in ti, and Qin as in admiration. You can address

as Instructor Song."

His low voice, filled with a fierce and domineering presence, was suffocatingly imposing. The instructor was handso and carried an air of authority.

The students all felt a sense of reverence.

Song Shiqin slowly looked up and continued, "Male squad leader and female squad leader, step forward!"

"Yes."

"Yes."

Two voices spoke simultaneously, as Chu Jin and Jiang Yifeng stepped out, drawing the collective gaze of their fellow students.

The sun slowly peeked out from the clouds, bathing the earth in a layer of golden light. Both were dressed in similar camouflage uniforms, exuding the vigor of youth, especially Chu Jin. She stood straight as an arrow, like a spruced bamboo, different from her usual white top and black pants attire; she exuded a dashing and valiant air.

To wear the typically drab and shapeless camouflage uniform so beautifully was unparalleled!

Qiao Muyan clenched her fist slightly, her brows tightly knitted.

There she was, Chu Jin, always trying to stand out!

She couldn’t possibly have taken a liking to Song Shiqin and was trying to seduce him, could she?

Song Shiqin was clearly here for her; how could she let Chu Jin snatch him away?

Qiao Muyan breathed heavily.

Her heart was extrely heavy.

There was a breath she couldn’t exhale, and she had to admit, Chu Jin’s appearance posed a certain threat to her.

Song Shiqin looked up at the two of them and said in a deep voice, "The two class leaders, introduce yourselves, starting with the male."

Jiang Yifeng straightened his body subconsciously. "Reporting to Instructor Song, I am the male class leader, Jiang Yifeng! The ’Jiang’ of Yangtze River, the ’Yi’ of Yifu building, and the ’Feng’ of the blowing wind." With a height of 1.78 ters, Jiang Yifeng’s appearance was rather outstanding among the males, and he was quite confident in himself.

But in front of this nearly 1.88-ter-tall instructor, he seed sowhat immature.

Jiang Yifeng couldn’t help but feel a sense of sha.

Song Shiqin nodded and turned his gaze to Chu Jin.

"Reporting to Instructor Song, I am the female class leader Chu Jin," Chu Jin looked forward, her face clear and devoid of excess expression, her voice clear and lodious, "the ’Chu’ of Chu River and Han Border, the ’Jin’ of a beautiful mountains and rivers."

Since Song Shiqin acted as if he didn’t know her, to avoid unnecessary complications, she also pretended that she had never known him.

As strangers to each other.

Owing nothing to one another.

And that was fine.

Song Shiqin’s expression remained unchanged, and he continued, "From the mont you put on the camouflage uniform, you are soldiers! From now on, you are not individuals, but a group! The army has its regulations. In the next thirty days, no one is allowed to be late or leave early. If one person makes a mistake, everyone will be punished! In the military, there is no room for willingness or unwillingness, only obedience! Before speaking or acting, report first. Have you all understood?"

His last sentence was deliberately heightened in volu, causing a thrilling effect that made people dare not disobey.

Qiao Muyan was looking at Song Shiqin, utterly captivated.

This man did indeed have a compelling personal charm!

"Understood!" Everyone shouted in unison, their voices deafening and their montum overwhelming.

Probably they were also intimidated by the formidable presence of the instructor.

"Very good," Song Shiqin nodded in satisfaction, surveyed the group, and added, "Now both class leaders will inspect the appearance of the male and female students. Male students’ hair must not be over the ears, no makeup is allowed, no wearing of watches, bracelets, or any accessories, no long fingernails! Female students are not allowed to leave their hair loose, no makeup, no wearing of any jewelry, and then everyone’s phone will be confiscated. Anyone who does not et standards will be corrected on the spot!"

After hearing this, there was a collective wail from below, and all the students had a mourning look on their faces, looking even more distressed than if their parents had died.

The instructor was just too strict.

They were college students, not real soldiers.

How many girls nowadays don’t wear makeup? Without makeup, they can’t even step out of the door to et people. And what’s more horrifying was the cell phone confiscation! During military training, no one was allowed to leave the school, and confiscating the phones was like cutting them off from the world.

The male students were also sighing. Just the rule about hair not being over the ears was hard enough to accept. Didn’t they pay attention to hairstyles as well?

Isn’t there a saying? Whether you’re handso or not is all about the hairstyle.

But Qiao Muyan hadn’t spoken a word. For love, she would sacrifice anything. Wasn’t it just no makeup? Wasn’t it just confiscation of phones?

And the phone confiscation was upon them now! Without phones, how would they play gas? How would they flirt? With so many girls on the sports field here for military training, they were planning on exchanging WeChat contacts!

Everyone sighed collectively, "Instructor, can we not have our phones confiscated, please?"

"We’re here to study, not to beco soldiers."

"Exactly..."

"None of you agree, huh?" Song Shiqin swept his gaze around the crowd, his eyes filled with endless pressure, and then he raised his voice, "Everyone, attention!"

At his command, everyone straightened their bodies.

"At ease."

As Song Shiqin spoke, he walked around the students, "Run! Ten laps around the sports field! Gather here after you’re done!"

The students who had just been complaining were now so frightened they didn’t even dare to breathe heavily, running out quickly!

What bad luck.

They had encountered such an inhumane instructor.

This was only the first day, and it was already so difficult. How were they to survive the next thirty days?

After all, they were all delicate and tenderly pampered babies.

After the first lap, everyone’s face remained unchanged, and their hearts were not pounding.

The second lap, they handled with ease.

The third lap, they were panting for breath.

The fourth lap, sweat poured like rain.

The fifth lap, fatigue engulfed my entire body.

The sixth lap, pain pervaded every inch.

The seventh lap, I began to question my existence.

...

After completing the tenth lap and regrouping at the starting point, everyone cast aside their usual prim and proper images, collapsing on the ground, gasping for air, too exhausted to even speak.

Chu Jin alone remained composed and unfazed, but her conspicuous stance made her stand out, so she eventually chose a spot to sit down.

Chu Tian sat next to her, offering a bottle of mineral water, "Sister, have so water."

With a faint smile, Chu Jin politely declined, "Thank you, I’m not thirsty."

Chu Tian understood her reluctance and didn’t press further. Instead, she unscrewed the cap and started drinking – she didn’t possess Chu Jin’s abnormal constitution. After ten laps, she looked as if she had been fished out of a water tank, almost on the verge of collapse.

So of the girls’ makeup had completely smudged, resembling pandas. They were a ss, and even more embarrassingly, they were totally unaware, still laughing and chatting with those beside them.

Qiao Muyan was not much better off. Although she used high-end waterproof costics, even the best makeup couldn’t withstand such a test.

But she was more self-aware than the other girls.

At that mont, she was holding a compact mirror, trying to repair her makeup.

Song Shiqin took a bottle of mineral water handed to him by an officer, unscrewed the cap, and took a few gulps.

"Song Bro, your class has quite a few beauties," the officer ntioned with a hint of envy.

He was assigned to information engineering, an all-male class, unlike Song Shiqin’s class with an equitable mix of n and won, all very pleasing to the eye.

Song Shiqin glanced at him, "Are you here to look at the girls?"

The officer quickly averted his gaze, bowing his head, aware that he had crossed a line and fell silent.

Song Shiqin walked forward a few steps, assuming a position above everyone, like a sovereign overseeing his subjects, and then he began to speak slowly, "Attention, all! Stand at attention!"

All the students imdiately scrambled up from the ground and took their positions.

"Stand up straight for ! Head up, chest out, stomach in, hips up," Song Shiqin traversed the ranks, passing by each row; as he neared anyone, their tension increased, "Fingers touching the seams of your trousers! Don’t move!"

He stopped beside Chu Jin where, from his angle, he could see just her profile. Under the sunlight, her porcelain skin seemingly had not a single pore, a vision of perfection.

At 1.68 ters, Chu Jin stood tall among the won but was a full 20 centiters shorter than Song Shiqin.

"Attention, all! Right face," Song Shiqin continued, his expression calm. Although he was standing right beside Chu Jin, he behaved as if he hadn’t seen her at all.

"Shush!"

Everyone turned to the right in unison.

Now they stood face to face.

Chu Jin looked past Song Shiqin, her gaze fixed forward, her expression placid.

Song Shiqin ultimately couldn’t help himself. As he surveyed the students, his gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before smoothly diverting his attention.

"Attention! At ease!"

"Shush, shush." Their movents were precise and unified, making an impressive display. Yet to these soldiers who had seen bloodshed, these efforts were child’s play compared to the brutal and bloody reality of true training.

"Squad leaders, step forward."

Chu Jin and Jiang Yifeng advanced several steps.

Song Shiqin then spoke, authoritative and brooking no argunt, "Begin collecting mobile phones, check for dress and appearance compliance, any deviations will be corrected on the spot."

At this, no one dared to utter a word, not even daring to make the slightest move.

Two officers brought over a locked briefcase.

Another officer ca carrying scissors and nail clippers.

Seeing this, everyone’s hearts chilled, inhaling a cold breath – it seed the drill instructor ant serious business.

Chu Jin and Jiang Yifeng split up to begin their tasks.

First, they collected the mobile phones.

Everyone was very reluctant to take out their smartphones.

As Chu Jin approached, Qiao Muyan’s face was filled with reluctance. Seriously, why should Chu Jin beco the class leader? It was clearly her who was ant to be the class leader.

It was only by becoming the class leader that she could get Song Shiqin to notice her.

"Smartphone," Chu Jin said softly, walking up to Qiao Muyan.

Qiao Muyan bit her lip, and, feeling reluctant and resentful, she took her smartphone out of her pocket. Chu Jin reached out to take it, but before she could touch it, Qiao Muyan suddenly let go.

The smartphone imdiately plumted straight down.

It was a fragile Fruit brand phone, and a drop like this would likely shatter the screen.

The classmates standing nearby gasped—it was a limited edition Fruit phone. Even though it wasn’t theirs, the thought of it breaking was distressing.

This was exactly the outco Qiao Muyan wanted. If the phone broke, it would be Chu Jin’s negligence, and Chu Jin would definitely not be able to hold onto the position of class leader.

More than that, she would beco Chu Jin’s creditor.

For a pauper like Chu Jin, there was no way she could afford such an expensive phone.

In this case, she could suppress Chu Jin at every turn.

As fast as a flash,

In the mont the phone was about to hit the ground, Chu Jin swiftly raised her right foot and gave it a gentle kick, tossing the phone into the air, then with an outstretched hand, she caught the phone effortlessly.

Her movents were fluid and impressive, like a seamless string of pearls.

Witnessing this, everyone was struck dumb and took a deep breath.

Even the military officers nearby gave her a surprised glance; the young girl’s reflexes were sharp.

The attempt to outsmart had backfired.

Qiao Muyan was fuming, this was not the result she wanted.

Instead of embarrassing Chu Jin, she had given her a chance to show off in front of everyone.

"Anything else?" Holding the smartphone, Chu Jin looked back at Qiao Muyan, because there was more than one phone in her pocket.

Clenching her pocket, Qiao Muyan retorted, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand." How did Chu Jin know she had two phones?

Seeing her reluctance to hand over her phone, Chu Jin didn’t press further, and moved on to the next girl. The instructor had only tasked her with collecting smartphones, not how many; why bother creating unnecessary trouble and inviting resentnt?

After collecting the smartphones, the task proceeded to collecting jewelry and checking everyone’s appearance and grooming.

There were plenty of wealthy second-generation students in the universities of Capital City.

Those students either didn’t wear any jewelry, or they wore genuine gold and silver, diamond necklaces, jadeite, agate, and whatnot.

And almost every girl’s nails were out of regulation.

Song Shiqin, with a stern face, handed each girl a pair of nail clippers and instructed them to trim their nails themselves.

This was undoubtedly the most cruel.

Faced with their ticulously manicured nails, none of them could bear to make the cut, but in the end, they had to painfully do it.

The boys were not spared either.

Hair trimmings fell to the ground.

Qiao Muyan looked at Song Shiqin standing there, furrowing her brows slightly, and recalled the mont Song Shiqin had handed her the nail clippers, emotionless and without giving her a second glance.

Was it because she had removed her makeup that he hadn’t recognized her?

But her ID photo was also bare-faced.

If he had not recognized her, how would he know which class she was in?

Or was it that he was pretending not to know her, fearing it would look bad?

Was that it?

Qiao Muyan was vexed.

Or was it that she was reading too much into it? Perhaps he simply didn’t like her and didn’t care about her at all?

But if he wasn’t here for her, why would he be here at all?