There Is No Afterlife

However, the very act of identifying oneself is the most damaging thing to the reputation of a chain of command.

Looking stiffly at the chef's broad waist, Brad spoke word by word.

Oh...it's okay for anyone to come, come and help. "Having waved to Brad casually, the fat chef led the future commanders to the kitchen backyard. A large green vegetable field covered the entire vegetable garden. Pointing to the vegetable field, the fat chef ordered: You , you and you, find six more people to pick crunchy vegetables, it will cost 300 kilograms;

Tall man over there, you and the six people behind you go to pick the yellow vegetables over there, six hundred kilograms;

The exotic kakaguas at ten o'clock are very heavy. That fat man over there, please bring a few more people to pick them. You have to pick 300 of them, not one less!

All the vegetables will be picked and filled in the basket over there in fifteen minutes!"

Orders came out of the fat chef's mouth quickly. Following his instructions, the freshmen ran to do things one by one. There were fewer and fewer freshmen behind him, until only Brad was left.

Following the fat chef silently, Brad suddenly frowned: It smells...

Crossing a corner, Brad followed Fat Chef to a terrifying place he had never seen before:

Inside the door was a small, dark room with only one light bulb. The smell of feces assaulted his nostrils, and Brad couldn't help but take a step back.

However, this retreat seemed to be even worse! He felt like he had stepped into a pile of mud. He reflexively tried to lift his feet up, but the soles seemed to be stuck to the ground.

How disgusting - that was the only thought in Brad's mind.

What was worse, the next second, he felt a hot thing suddenly hit his feet! It made a humming sound from its mouth, and that thing gave off an extremely terrible stench!

Get out of here!" The next second, Brad felt a light touch on his leg, but the fat chef kicked the thing away mercilessly.

The illuminator broke again. "As he spoke, the fat chef took out a portable light source from his pocket, and Brad finally saw the scene in the room clearly.

This is...this is..." He was stunned.

What a fuss, I’ve never seen a matching circle before! "The fat chef gave Brad an accusing look.

Brad froze for a moment: He really has never seen a matching circle.

He had lived a privileged life since he was a child, but this military camp was the dirtiest place he had ever been.

This is a meat animal introduced from a rural planet called Earth. It is called a pig animal. It is easy to feed and grows meat quickly. After improvement, the meat yield rate is extremely high. It's just that the process of raising them in captivity is a bit dirty and smelly. "The fat chef obviously couldn't stand it. He covered his nose and took a few steps back. He glanced at Brad: From today until the end of the military training, your mission is to raise this pig!"

What!" Unable to maintain his calm expression any longer, Brad yelled!

"I have an opinion." The changeable expression suddenly disappeared from Chubby's face. The moment he was stared at by the fat chef's slender eyes, Brad felt that all the hairs on his back were exploding!

This, this... this is not fair!" Brad tried to argue.

This is punishment. "The fat chef shattered all his cover-ups with one sentence.

If a team completes a task well, the person who receives the highest reward must be their leader; similarly, if a team fails the task, the person who needs the most severe punishment must be its leader. "

With great rights comes great responsibilities. Not only you, but also the leader of the last department in any subject will be punished. "

It's not discrimination, there's no unfairness. It's punishment, nothing more. "

After saying this, the fat chef's tall body disappeared from the door.

Brad stood there in despair, until a minute later, the dirty pigeon rubbed against his calf again.

This night, the freshmen at Imperial College had a terrible dinner:

The lettuce has not been washed, and the dust and sauce are poured together. It is impossible to clean them! The meat pieces are of different sizes. Some of the meat is overcooked, and some are not cooked at all! It is just raw. Forget about the cookedness issue, the key is that it’s extremely salty!

We are waiting for you! The cooking department of the military camp is waiting for our students!" Someone stood up on the spot.

What awaits you is the battleship command system who is preparing dinner today. Please settle the score and don’t find the wrong person. "The fat chef wasn't angry either, he said with a smile beside him.

Behind him, a group of future commanders wearing aprons lowered their heads, almost wanting to fold them and bury them in their chests.

This evening, everyone was not happy at all, but thinking about what terrible projects were waiting for them tomorrow, everyone still ate hard.

Except Brad.

After spending two hours with such a filthy creature, he had already vomited twice. There was nothing in his empty stomach, leaving only bitter nausea.

Also eating nothing was Domra, whose abdominal pain was

The problem of intestinal spasm is a relatively common problem among the dragons, and the surgery is also very simple. In comparison, the more serious problems were the sunburn on his body and the damage to his knees.

Even when he suffered from intestinal spasm, he could still run for more than two hours. Even the medical officer was shocked by this little dragon!

After returning to the dormitory, Dobby and Mugen said that on behalf of all the members of the Wallflower Department, Dobby went to express condolences to Domra.

There are a total of five members in Domra's dormitory - all of the dragon species.

As a herbivorous dinosaur that broke into the dragon's nest, Dobby's performance was very... slow.

It turns out that your companion secretly hid food for you. "Dobby immediately saw several pieces of meat placed by Domra's window, wrapped in napkins, the soup had been sucked up, and the already unpalatable meat looked even more unpalatable.

But the meat tastes terrible. I brought you something delicious! "Dobby sat down next to Domra's bed. He looked around to make sure there was no instructor. Then Dobby dug and dug and took out two big bags from his uniform!

It was given to you by Chairman Mugen's uncle as a condolence gift. "He told the origin of the buns.

Looking at the buns, Domra was stunned.

Look, break open this white and hard shell, and you’ll find the round meatball inside is super! super! Super delicious!

~\\(≧▽≦)/~” With a big hand, Dobby showed Domra the correct way to eat Mugen’s steamed buns.

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That night, Domra ate the most delicious buns he had ever eaten in his life!

He knew deeply: In the military camp, how precious the food sneaked in was! But Dobby gave such a precious thing to two of himself without any care...

Looking blankly at the direction Dobby left, Domra was stunned.

When he turned around again, he saw four big mouths dripping with saliva around him.

Only then did Domra think: In order to hide some food for himself, these companions smuggled back their own meals. They must not have eaten enough, not to mention the meatballs in the buns were so fragrant!

For you to eat. "Domra then broke open the other bun and handed the meatballs inside to the other four little bun dragons in his dormitory.

So delicious! "

As expected of the culinary department! "

The little dragons sighed while eating this pitiful little meatball.

A long time later, it is said that the Baolong clan started eating steamed buns without eating the skin and only the meatballs inside. It is said that this day was started by a certain five-headed Baolong.

☆、Chapter 78

The students who can get into the Imperial Comprehensive College are not bad at their own abilities. After the first few days of hesitation, everyone has adapted to military training life. The period of weight loss caused by poor diet has ended, and many people have begun to gain muscle.

Except Brad.

The punishment for everyone in the battleship's command department has ended. They all performed very well in the following days, so it was no longer their turn to cook. Only Brad's punishment continued.

They live in the dormitories assigned on the first day every day, while training and eating go to the long-distance running destination-that is, the place with the qualifying circle. The work of taking care of Pidge cannot take up training time, and he cannot run from the dormitory early or run back late every day, so he can only use his meal time to work in the Pidge circle.

Every day when he sits in the car and passes through the long food transportation aisle to the training facility, Brad will think about the first day. He thought that the instructor must have deliberately made them go back and forth to the track used for the long-distance running on the first day of military training every day, so as to continuously deepen their memories of that day.

So he endured it.

He has been excellent since he was a child. He entered the prestigious Imperial College with the highest score on the planet. While he has excellent abilities, Brad's family background is also very advantageous. It is enough to study hard since he was a child, and others will make arrangements for him. everything.

In this case, Brad was suddenly assigned to the work of the qualifying circle, and the only thing Brad felt was: shame.

When others are eating, he needs to prepare food for the dirty pig. Pig's food is also very bad. This planet is very poor. To be precise, all the places where military camps are stationed are basically very poor. There are no merchants at all, and spacecraft from the outside come only once a month. With the monthly food ration being very limited, the food for this pig was all the dregs left over from human consumption. The people in the cooking department obviously believed that the biggest advantage of this pig was that it was easy to feed. They found this situation If it is still alive, feeding it will become even more casual.

On the first day of feeding the pig, Brad accidentally discovered that it was actually eating its own feces. Brad almost fainted when he discovered this scene.

Fortunately, he held on.

You can't faint. If you faint, you will fall to the ground. The ground is full of dirty mud mixed with Pige's feces.

This is the only motivation that keeps him from fainting every day.

It was smelly and dirty. When Brad returned to the cafeteria to eat after feeding Piggy, he saw the leftovers on the table and thought that these were the foods he fed Piggy every day, so he felt like vomiting even more. .