Bad Boys Boot Camp: V1C02

V1C02: Hellish Training

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Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line. Shen Zhuoyun then made his way to the front of the row, while Qin Mo, as a new arrival, stood at the back. Other groups like theirs, all standing in neat formations, were also lined up on that field. There were also a couple of small groups that were made up entirely of girls.

_.The Stanford Prison Experiment.

_{It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.}At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}Qin Mo spat out this sentence with such iciness that it gave Shen Zhuoyun a shock. "What?"

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

_.
"Yeah."

_{A long time paѕsed before Yang Fanghong noticed there was no reaction to his scolding, so he kicked Qin Mo on his back with his foot one last time, flipping him over and seeing he was already paѕsed out.}A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"

A long time paѕsed before Yang Fanghong noticed there was no reaction to his scolding, so he kicked Qin Mo on his back with his foot one last time, flipping him over and seeing he was already paѕsed out.

_{This famous psychological experiment entered Qin Mo's mind, and the thought was enough to push the chill of fear in his heart all the way down to his fingertips.}
The boy jumped down from the top bunk with a surprising amount of agility and grace. He then approached Qin Mo, his gaze discerning, before putting on a grin and hanging an arm over his shoulder. "What's your name?"

This famous psychological experiment entered Qin Mo's mind, and the thought was enough to push the chill of fear in his heart all the way down to his fingertips.

Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

_{But after squatting down, Qin Mo couldn't will himself to leap forward at all. Before his eyes, there was nothing but darkness, and every bit of his chеst felt stuffed.}"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."

But after squatting down, Qin Mo couldn't will himself to leap forward at all. Before his eyes, there was nothing but darkness, and every bit of his chеst felt stuffed. He coughed and spat, expelling more gastric acid while still remaining squatted in place. Yang Fanghong's lips curled into a sneer at the sight of him, followed by a kick that knocked him off his feet. "I already gave you an inch by allowing you to run after everyone slowly, and now you're trying to snatch away a whole mile? How ungrateful... do you really think of yourself as a human being?"

Qin Mo could be considered a half-otaku since his physical activities consisted of playing basketball every weekend, which was just him playing around on half the court by himself for his own fun. So with just barely three laps of that field under his belt, he was already feeling overwhelmed. It didn't matter how hаrd he tried to catch his breath; his lungs screamed that the amount was not enough, and throughout his body was an eruption of wave after wave of nothing but pure discomfort.

_{"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"}
"Qin Mo." After the boy got closer to him, Qin Mo noticed the other was charmingly handsome. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were a bit enchanting when he looked at a person with a slanted gaze.

"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

_{"Wait here. I'll go get you a cup of water."}A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"

"Wait here. I'll go get you a cup of water."

_{Qin Mo quietly drank the water, also placing a piece of the rock sugar on his tongue.}"Run! Go—!"

Qin Mo quietly drank the water, also placing a piece of the rock sugar on his tongue.

A good bit of people kept flowing in and out of that infirmary, and Qin Mo could see a woman wearing a white lab coat sitting while bandaging a person's wound when he peeked through the white curtain. His mind was such a mess that Qin Mo didn't even know what to think.

_{He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.}
"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.

He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

_{"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"}"Here, sir!"

"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

_{Qin Mo then heard Shen Zhuoyun say something to the white lab coat lady outside, then he came back and handed him a paper cup and a packet of sugar.}.

Qin Mo then heard Shen Zhuoyun say something to the white lab coat lady outside, then he came back and handed him a paper cup and a packet of sugar.

_{"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"}But after squatting down, Qin Mo couldn't will himself to leap forward at all. Before his eyes, there was nothing but darkness, and every bit of his chеst felt stuffed. He coughed and spat, expelling more gastric acid while still remaining squatted in place. Yang Fanghong's lips curled into a sneer at the sight of him, followed by a kick that knocked him off his feet. "I already gave you an inch by allowing you to run after everyone slowly, and now you're trying to snatch away a whole mile? How ungrateful... do you really think of yourself as a human being?"

"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

_{"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"}"Most of them get put into confinement. Don't do anything stupid like her." Shan Zhuoyun ran at the head of his row, leaving Qin Mo behind again as he made another lap. But as he paѕsed by Qin Mo, he moved his lips in a whisper and told Qin Mo that aforementioned line.

"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"

_{Shen Zhuoyun's skills with the razor were surprisingly good. He shaved down Qin Mo's hair so low, all while managing to avoid nicking his skin.}
"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

Shen Zhuoyun's skills with the razor were surprisingly good. He shaved down Qin Mo's hair so low, all while managing to avoid nicking his skin. Brushing the fallen hairs from Qin Mo's shoulders, he then said, "I'll take you to pick up your uniform." Shen Zhuoyun carelessly fiddled with the razor as he walked Qin Mo down to the first floor to get his uniform, while he also took the opportunity to hand back in the razor.

_{A long time paѕsed before Yang Fanghong noticed there was no reaction to his scolding, so he kicked Qin Mo on his back with his foot one last time, flipping him over and seeing he was already paѕsed out.}So, after everyone else ran thirty laps and Qin Mo finished about a dozen, his numb legs, which were long drained of any strength, still had to drag behind others to fall into line.

"I'm not running any more! You motherfυckers can come kill me if you fυcking want! You coming?!" A girl's screeching voice resounded throughout the field, and almost everyone around simply ignored it.

_{Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line.}Qin Mo finally returned to his senses, replying, "I'm fine." But his voice, which was already a bit husky originally, after enduring such rigorous physical activity, the tone squeezed out of his throat, was extremely unpleasant to the ear.

_{"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"}Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

Qin Mo looked on as that dishevelled girl was dragged away by two male instructors like a burlap sаck, still screaming just as crazed. "You fυcking motherfυckers! Kill me if you think you fυcking can! Fυck all of you! Fυck your whole fυcking family to hell and back!!!"

_{"Mental illness."}"Mental illness."

"Mental illness."

_{The Stanford Prison Experiment.}
Qin Mo looked at the other boy curiously. "Did I get thrown into some juvenile detention facility?" He had to ask since hearing how the other boy spoke was quite strange.

The Stanford Prison Experiment.

_N/A"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

N/A

_{"I'm not running any more! You motherfυckers can come kill me if you fυcking want! You coming?!" A girl's screeching voice resounded throughout the field, and almost everyone around simply ignored it.}
Shen Zhuoyun, who watched as Qin Mo's face turned cold, never thought Qin Mo would ask such a sentence all of a sudden. As he looked at the expressionless face before him, which he surprisingly found interesting, he replied, "That's right. Getting sent here is kinda like getting sent to juvie. But the way we're treated here is nowhere as good as how we would be at one of those centres." As he spoke, he kicked the empty plastic bowl near his feet. "You see this? We're being reared no differently than pigs."

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{The field they were on was not the standard four hundred-metre grounds found at most schools; it seemed to be at least six hundred metres all around. From his place up front, Yang Fanghong had barked out for them to run thirty laps across those grounds.}Qin Mo kept looking at this scene from a distance, unable to help but notice just how pretty that girl was, too. Her soft brown hair had clearly been permed, but it was now cut into some tacky-looking bob.

The field they were on was not the standard four hundred-metre grounds found at most schools; it seemed to be at least six hundred metres all around. From his place up front, Yang Fanghong had barked out for them to run thirty laps across those grounds.

_{{The Stanford Prison Experiment.}}In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.

The Stanford Prison Experiment.

_{He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.}After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.

He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

_{"Mental illness."}
The boys who were just scooping up the stew had all ignored Shen Zhuoyun as he said this, each lying quietly on their respective beds as if they were no different than a corpse.

"Mental illness."

_{{This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.}}Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."

This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.

_{This famous psychological experiment entered Qin Mo's mind, and the thought was enough to push the chill of fear in his heart all the way down to his fingertips.}The Stanford Prison Experiment.

This famous psychological experiment entered Qin Mo's mind, and the thought was enough to push the chill of fear in his heart all the way down to his fingertips.

_..

_{Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.}"Yeah."

Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.

_.
"Mental illness."

_{{I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.}}V1C02: Hellish Training

I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

_{"Wait here. I'll go get you a cup of water."}
Qin Mo spat out this sentence with such iciness that it gave Shen Zhuoyun a shock. "What?"

"Wait here. I'll go get you a cup of water."

When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.

_{{I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.}}"Take him to the infirmary."

I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

_{"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."}Not long after, his eyes fluttered close, finally allowing him rest.

"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."

_N/AAfter the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.

N/A

_{It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.}
"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

_{But after squatting down, Qin Mo couldn't will himself to leap forward at all. Before his eyes, there was nothing but darkness, and every bit of his chеst felt stuffed.}Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

_.It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.

_{As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.}On the school grounds, sharp objects of any kind, along with any type of blade, were all restricted and kept under strict supervision to prevent the students from killing themselves.

As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.

_N/A
He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

N/A

_{A good bit of people kept flowing in and out of that infirmary, and Qin Mo could see a woman wearing a white lab coat sitting while bandaging a person's wound when he peeked through the white curtain. His mind was such a mess that Qin Mo didn't even know what to think.}Shen Zhuoyun, who watched as Qin Mo's face turned cold, never thought Qin Mo would ask such a sentence all of a sudden. As he looked at the expressionless face before him, which he surprisingly found interesting, he replied, "That's right. Getting sent here is kinda like getting sent to juvie. But the way we're treated here is nowhere as good as how we would be at one of those centres." As he spoke, he kicked the empty plastic bowl near his feet. "You see this? We're being reared no differently than pigs."

_{Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!}But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.

Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"}
Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."

Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"

_{{The Stanford Prison Experiment.}}The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.

The Stanford Prison Experiment.

_{{This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!}}"Right turn!"

This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

_{{I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.}}Qin Mo kept looking at this scene from a distance, unable to help but notice just how pretty that girl was, too. Her soft brown hair had clearly been permed, but it was now cut into some tacky-looking bob.

I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

_{Qin Mo kept looking at this scene from a distance, unable to help but notice just how pretty that girl was, too. Her soft brown hair had clearly been permed, but it was now cut into some tacky-looking bob.}
The room had six bunk beds and twelve people, but at that moment they were lying like corpses, while Shen Zhuoyun shaved Qin Mo's head and told him more about that school. Which resulted in Qin Mo growing all the more frightened the more he heard."

Qin Mo kept looking at this scene from a distance, unable to help but notice just how pretty that girl was, too. Her soft brown hair had clearly been permed, but it was now cut into some tacky-looking bob.

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{{I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.}}As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.

I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

_{Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."}"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."

_{"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"}
Shen Zhuoyun's skills with the razor were surprisingly good. He shaved down Qin Mo's hair so low, all while managing to avoid nicking his skin. Brushing the fallen hairs from Qin Mo's shoulders, he then said, "I'll take you to pick up your uniform." Shen Zhuoyun carelessly fiddled with the razor as he walked Qin Mo down to the first floor to get his uniform, while he also took the opportunity to hand back in the razor.

"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"

_N/AAt that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.

N/A

_{At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.}"Take him to the infirmary."

At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}"Qin Mo." After the boy got closer to him, Qin Mo noticed the other was charmingly handsome. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were a bit enchanting when he looked at a person with a slanted gaze.

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

The room had six bunk beds and twelve people, but at that moment they were lying like corpses, while Shen Zhuoyun shaved Qin Mo's head and told him more about that school. Which resulted in Qin Mo growing all the more frightened the more he heard."

_{A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"}
On the school grounds, sharp objects of any kind, along with any type of blade, were all restricted and kept under strict supervision to prevent the students from killing themselves.

A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"

_{"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.}Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

_{I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.}
It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.

I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}Qin Mo then heard Shen Zhuoyun say something to the white lab coat lady outside, then he came back and handed him a paper cup and a packet of sugar.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.}
Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line. Shen Zhuoyun then made his way to the front of the row, while Qin Mo, as a new arrival, stood at the back. Other groups like theirs, all standing in neat formations, were also lined up on that field. There were also a couple of small groups that were made up entirely of girls.

"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

_{At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.}This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

_{Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!}Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."

Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!

But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.

_{He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.}"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

_{"Run! Go—!"}
In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.

"Run! Go—!"

The boy, of course, couldn't withstand such a blow and stumbled forward before falling flat on his face. But with not even a second of hesitation, the instructor stomped towards him and then, upon that boy, began delivering more hаrd kicks. The force behind each one was so strong that even Qin Mo, from a distance, could feel their pain.

_{The boys who were just scooping up the stew had all ignored Shen Zhuoyun as he said this, each lying quietly on their respective beds as if they were no different than a corpse.}
"Right turn!"

The boys who were just scooping up the stew had all ignored Shen Zhuoyun as he said this, each lying quietly on their respective beds as if they were no different than a corpse.

_{"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"}Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

_{Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.}The room had six bunk beds and twelve people, but at that moment they were lying like corpses, while Shen Zhuoyun shaved Qin Mo's head and told him more about that school. Which resulted in Qin Mo growing all the more frightened the more he heard."

Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.

In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.

_{After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.}"Mental illness."

After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.

_{"Sir, yes, sir!"}
"Run! Go—!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

_{At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.}On the school grounds, sharp objects of any kind, along with any type of blade, were all restricted and kept under strict supervision to prevent the students from killing themselves.

At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}The boy jumped down from the top bunk with a surprising amount of agility and grace. He then approached Qin Mo, his gaze discerning, before putting on a grin and hanging an arm over his shoulder. "What's your name?"

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{{This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!}}The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.

This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

_{Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line.}Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line. Shen Zhuoyun then made his way to the front of the row, while Qin Mo, as a new arrival, stood at the back. Other groups like theirs, all standing in neat formations, were also lined up on that field. There were also a couple of small groups that were made up entirely of girls.

_{"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.}
The field they were on was not the standard four hundred-metre grounds found at most schools; it seemed to be at least six hundred metres all around. From his place up front, Yang Fanghong had barked out for them to run thirty laps across those grounds.

"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

_{"Run! Who said you could be that slow?!"}"I'm not running any more! You motherfυckers can come kill me if you fυcking want! You coming?!" A girl's screeching voice resounded throughout the field, and almost everyone around simply ignored it.

"Run! Who said you could be that slow?!"

_{Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.}It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.

Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.

_{But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.}So, after everyone else ran thirty laps and Qin Mo finished about a dozen, his numb legs, which were long drained of any strength, still had to drag behind others to fall into line.

_{"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.}
Qin Mo could be considered a half-otaku since his physical activities consisted of playing basketball every weekend, which was just him playing around on half the court by himself for his own fun. So with just barely three laps of that field under his belt, he was already feeling overwhelmed. It didn't matter how hаrd he tried to catch his breath; his lungs screamed that the amount was not enough, and throughout his body was an eruption of wave after wave of nothing but pure discomfort.

"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.

"Qin Mo." After the boy got closer to him, Qin Mo noticed the other was charmingly handsome. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were a bit enchanting when he looked at a person with a slanted gaze.

_{"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.}"Here, sir!"

"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.

_{On the school grounds, sharp objects of any kind, along with any type of blade, were all restricted and kept under strict supervision to prevent the students from killing themselves.}
After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.

On the school grounds, sharp objects of any kind, along with any type of blade, were all restricted and kept under strict supervision to prevent the students from killing themselves.

_N/AQin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.

N/A

_{When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.}"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."

_"Yeah."
Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"

"Yeah."

_{Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.}This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{"Take him to the infirmary."}Qin Mo could be considered a half-otaku since his physical activities consisted of playing basketball every weekend, which was just him playing around on half the court by himself for his own fun. So with just barely three laps of that field under his belt, he was already feeling overwhelmed. It didn't matter how hаrd he tried to catch his breath; his lungs screamed that the amount was not enough, and throughout his body was an eruption of wave after wave of nothing but pure discomfort.

"Take him to the infirmary."

_{Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"}"Right turn!"

Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"

_{"Right turn!"}
At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

"Right turn!"

_{As he resisted his feelings of hysteria, all Qin Mo could see was that girl.}Qin Mo quietly drank the water, also placing a piece of the rock sugar on his tongue.

As he resisted his feelings of hysteria, all Qin Mo could see was that girl.

So, after everyone else ran thirty laps and Qin Mo finished about a dozen, his numb legs, which were long drained of any strength, still had to drag behind others to fall into line.

_"Yeah.""Mental illness."

"Yeah."

_{"Take him to the infirmary."}
Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.

"Take him to the infirmary."

_{Qin Mo finally returned to his senses, replying, "I'm fine." But his voice, which was already a bit husky originally, after enduring such rigorous physical activity, the tone squeezed out of his throat, was extremely unpleasant to the ear.}"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.

Qin Mo finally returned to his senses, replying, "I'm fine." But his voice, which was already a bit husky originally, after enduring such rigorous physical activity, the tone squeezed out of his throat, was extremely unpleasant to the ear.

_{In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.}Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{For the first three days, new students get special care. They were allowed to follow along slowly from behind without having to keep up with their team. But after those three days were up, the result of not keeping pace was the same as what that boy was just dealt.}"I'm not running any more! You motherfυckers can come kill me if you fυcking want! You coming?!" A girl's screeching voice resounded throughout the field, and almost everyone around simply ignored it.

For the first three days, new students get special care. They were allowed to follow along slowly from behind without having to keep up with their team. But after those three days were up, the result of not keeping pace was the same as what that boy was just dealt.

_{This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.}
The boy, of course, couldn't withstand such a blow and stumbled forward before falling flat on his face. But with not even a second of hesitation, the instructor stomped towards him and then, upon that boy, began delivering more hаrd kicks. The force behind each one was so strong that even Qin Mo, from a distance, could feel their pain.

This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.

_.Qin Mo then heard Shen Zhuoyun say something to the white lab coat lady outside, then he came back and handed him a paper cup and a packet of sugar.

_{"Qin Mo." After the boy got closer to him, Qin Mo noticed the other was charmingly handsome. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were a bit enchanting when he looked at a person with a slanted gaze.}The girl now began ripping off her clothes, but the two male instructors grabbed hold of her. Whenever a chance in their struggle came for her to try stripping off her clothes, the crazed girl seized it. Then, after a few minutes of them being at a stalemate—all that was left on her body was her undergarments—her camouflage uniform, thrown onto the dirt. She still continued to struggle, still tried to strip off everything left, and still let out an unending rain of curses.

_{Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.}
"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

_{"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.}Qin Mo spat out this sentence with such iciness that it gave Shen Zhuoyun a shock. "What?"

"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.

_{As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.}For the first three days, new students get special care. They were allowed to follow along slowly from behind without having to keep up with their team. But after those three days were up, the result of not keeping pace was the same as what that boy was just dealt.

As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.

_{For the first three days, new students get special care. They were allowed to follow along slowly from behind without having to keep up with their team. But after those three days were up, the result of not keeping pace was the same as what that boy was just dealt.}
But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.

_{"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"}.

"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"

_.V1C02: Hellish Training

_{Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."}Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line. Shen Zhuoyun then made his way to the front of the row, while Qin Mo, as a new arrival, stood at the back. Other groups like theirs, all standing in neat formations, were also lined up on that field. There were also a couple of small groups that were made up entirely of girls.

_{With his eyes now stuck to a white ceiling, Qin MO felt as though his brain was filled with gunk. There was still half of his code left to type. There were still a couple of books he had to finish reading. He had even told Qin Zhen he was coming to visit Grandpa during the weekend.}
For the first three days, new students get special care. They were allowed to follow along slowly from behind without having to keep up with their team. But after those three days were up, the result of not keeping pace was the same as what that boy was just dealt.

With his eyes now stuck to a white ceiling, Qin MO felt as though his brain was filled with gunk. There was still half of his code left to type. There were still a couple of books he had to finish reading. He had even told Qin Zhen he was coming to visit Grandpa during the weekend.

_{Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.}But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.

Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.

_{At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.}When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.

At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

_{"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."}"Qin Mo." After the boy got closer to him, Qin Mo noticed the other was charmingly handsome. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were a bit enchanting when he looked at a person with a slanted gaze.

_{Qin Mo looked at the other boy curiously. "Did I get thrown into some juvenile detention facility?" He had to ask since hearing how the other boy spoke was quite strange.}
"I'm not running any more! You motherfυckers can come kill me if you fυcking want! You coming?!" A girl's screeching voice resounded throughout the field, and almost everyone around simply ignored it.

Qin Mo looked at the other boy curiously. "Did I get thrown into some juvenile detention facility?" He had to ask since hearing how the other boy spoke was quite strange.

_{In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.}In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.

_{In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.}"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.}
Qin Mo looked on as that dishevelled girl was dragged away by two male instructors like a burlap sаck, still screaming just as crazed. "You fυcking motherfυckers! Kill me if you think you fυcking can! Fυck all of you! Fυck your whole fυcking family to hell and back!!!"

_{"Right turn!"}.

"Right turn!"

_{Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.}
The girl now began ripping off her clothes, but the two male instructors grabbed hold of her. Whenever a chance in their struggle came for her to try stripping off her clothes, the crazed girl seized it. Then, after a few minutes of them being at a stalemate—all that was left on her body was her undergarments—her camouflage uniform, thrown onto the dirt. She still continued to struggle, still tried to strip off everything left, and still let out an unending rain of curses.

Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}"Right turn!"

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

_{"Run! Who said you could be that slow?!"}
Qin Mo kept looking at this scene from a distance, unable to help but notice just how pretty that girl was, too. Her soft brown hair had clearly been permed, but it was now cut into some tacky-looking bob.

"Run! Who said you could be that slow?!"

_{Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.}Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."

_{Qin Mo kept looking at this scene from a distance, unable to help but notice just how pretty that girl was, too. Her soft brown hair had clearly been permed, but it was now cut into some tacky-looking bob.}On the school grounds, sharp objects of any kind, along with any type of blade, were all restricted and kept under strict supervision to prevent the students from killing themselves.

_{After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.}"Run! Go—!"

After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.

_{He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.}Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

_{"Most of them get put into confinement. Don't do anything stupid like her." Shan Zhuoyun ran at the head of his row, leaving Qin Mo behind again as he made another lap. But as he paѕsed by Qin Mo, he moved his lips in a whisper and told Qin Mo that aforementioned line.}
Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

"Most of them get put into confinement. Don't do anything stupid like her." Shan Zhuoyun ran at the head of his row, leaving Qin Mo behind again as he made another lap. But as he paѕsed by Qin Mo, he moved his lips in a whisper and told Qin Mo that aforementioned line.

_{V1C02: Hellish Training}"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.

V1C02: Hellish Training

_{After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.}
"Most of them get put into confinement. Don't do anything stupid like her." Shan Zhuoyun ran at the head of his row, leaving Qin Mo behind again as he made another lap. But as he paѕsed by Qin Mo, he moved his lips in a whisper and told Qin Mo that aforementioned line.

After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.

_{Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!}"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!

_{{This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.}}With his eyes now stuck to a white ceiling, Qin MO felt as though his brain was filled with gunk. There was still half of his code left to type. There were still a couple of books he had to finish reading. He had even told Qin Zhen he was coming to visit Grandpa during the weekend.

This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.

_{A long time paѕsed before Yang Fanghong noticed there was no reaction to his scolding, so he kicked Qin Mo on his back with his foot one last time, flipping him over and seeing he was already paѕsed out.}
As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.

_{Qin Mo then heard Shen Zhuoyun say something to the white lab coat lady outside, then he came back and handed him a paper cup and a packet of sugar.}"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

Qin Mo then heard Shen Zhuoyun say something to the white lab coat lady outside, then he came back and handed him a paper cup and a packet of sugar.

_{"Here, sir!"}This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.

"Here, sir!"

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}The Stanford Prison Experiment.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"}As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.

A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"

_{As soon as his eyes were shut, any consciousness he had was gone.}
Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

As soon as his eyes were shut, any consciousness he had was gone.

_{A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"}"Mental illness."

A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"

_{"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.}Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.

_{In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.}Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."

Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{Qin Mo spat out this sentence with such iciness that it gave Shen Zhuoyun a shock. "What?"}"Right turn!"

Qin Mo spat out this sentence with such iciness that it gave Shen Zhuoyun a shock. "What?"

_{"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"}Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"

"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

_{Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"}
This famous psychological experiment entered Qin Mo's mind, and the thought was enough to push the chill of fear in his heart all the way down to his fingertips.

Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.}
This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.

At his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

_{It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.}"Mental illness."

It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.

_{Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.}As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.

Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

_{It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.}In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.

_"Yeah."But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.

"Yeah."

_{At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.}
As he resisted his feelings of hysteria, all Qin Mo could see was that girl.

At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.

_{"Run! Go—!"}Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."

"Run! Go—!"

_N/A"Take him to the infirmary."

N/A

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}Qin Mo quietly drank the water, also placing a piece of the rock sugar on his tongue.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{"Mental illness."}It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.

"Mental illness."

_{V1C02: Hellish Training}
Qin Mo was, just like most other children, reticent and willing to obey.

V1C02: Hellish Training

_{"Wait here. I'll go get you a cup of water."}It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.

"Wait here. I'll go get you a cup of water."

_{After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.}At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.

After the fifth lap, unable to hold out any longer, Qin Mo had to stop. He panted, gulping down maѕsive breaths while throwing up the bile in his gut.

_{Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"}Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.

Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

_{Qin Mo finally returned to his senses, replying, "I'm fine." But his voice, which was already a bit husky originally, after enduring such rigorous physical activity, the tone squeezed out of his throat, was extremely unpleasant to the ear.}
So, after everyone else ran thirty laps and Qin Mo finished about a dozen, his numb legs, which were long drained of any strength, still had to drag behind others to fall into line.

_{Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"}A good bit of people kept flowing in and out of that infirmary, and Qin Mo could see a woman wearing a white lab coat sitting while bandaging a person's wound when he peeked through the white curtain. His mind was such a mess that Qin Mo didn't even know what to think.

Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"

_{He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.}The girl now began ripping off her clothes, but the two male instructors grabbed hold of her. Whenever a chance in their struggle came for her to try stripping off her clothes, the crazed girl seized it. Then, after a few minutes of them being at a stalemate—all that was left on her body was her undergarments—her camouflage uniform, thrown onto the dirt. She still continued to struggle, still tried to strip off everything left, and still let out an unending rain of curses.

He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

_{"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.}As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.

"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

_{At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.}So, after everyone else ran thirty laps and Qin Mo finished about a dozen, his numb legs, which were long drained of any strength, still had to drag behind others to fall into line.

At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.

_{This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!}
Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

_{"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"}"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

_{As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.}Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

_{The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.}
But after squatting down, Qin Mo couldn't will himself to leap forward at all. Before his eyes, there was nothing but darkness, and every bit of his chеst felt stuffed. He coughed and spat, expelling more gastric acid while still remaining squatted in place. Yang Fanghong's lips curled into a sneer at the sight of him, followed by a kick that knocked him off his feet. "I already gave you an inch by allowing you to run after everyone slowly, and now you're trying to snatch away a whole mile? How ungrateful... do you really think of yourself as a human being?"

The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.

_{"Here, sir!"}Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

"Here, sir!"

_{But after squatting down, Qin Mo couldn't will himself to leap forward at all. Before his eyes, there was nothing but darkness, and every bit of his chеst felt stuffed.}"Qin Mo." After the boy got closer to him, Qin Mo noticed the other was charmingly handsome. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were a bit enchanting when he looked at a person with a slanted gaze.

_{Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.}
As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.

_{Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.}Qin Mo could be considered a half-otaku since his physical activities consisted of playing basketball every weekend, which was just him playing around on half the court by himself for his own fun. So with just barely three laps of that field under his belt, he was already feeling overwhelmed. It didn't matter how hаrd he tried to catch his breath; his lungs screamed that the amount was not enough, and throughout his body was an eruption of wave after wave of nothing but pure discomfort.

_{The room had six bunk beds and twelve people, but at that moment they were lying like corpses, while Shen Zhuoyun shaved Qin Mo's head and told him more about that school. Which resulted in Qin Mo growing all the more frightened the more he heard."}"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}A long time paѕsed before Yang Fanghong noticed there was no reaction to his scolding, so he kicked Qin Mo on his back with his foot one last time, flipping him over and seeing he was already paѕsed out.

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

_N/A
As soon as his eyes were shut, any consciousness he had was gone.

N/A

_{{This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!}}Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

_{The room had six bunk beds and twelve people, but at that moment they were lying like corpses, while Shen Zhuoyun shaved Qin Mo's head and told him more about that school. Which resulted in Qin Mo growing all the more frightened the more he heard."}Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

_{V1C02: Hellish Training}"Take him to the infirmary."

V1C02: Hellish Training

_{As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.}
A long time paѕsed before Yang Fanghong noticed there was no reaction to his scolding, so he kicked Qin Mo on his back with his foot one last time, flipping him over and seeing he was already paѕsed out.

_{"Sir, yes, sir!"}For the first three days, new students get special care. They were allowed to follow along slowly from behind without having to keep up with their team. But after those three days were up, the result of not keeping pace was the same as what that boy was just dealt.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

_{"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."}
A grimace twisted Yang Fanghong's features, with him then yelling at the group of boys jumping like frogs. "Squad leader, fall out!"

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.}"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"

_{"Here, sir!"}
"Here, sir!"

"Here, sir!"

_{"Run! Go—!"}Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

"Run! Go—!"

_{It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.}"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.

_{{This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!}}He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

_{Qin Mo quietly drank the water, also placing a piece of the rock sugar on his tongue.}
"Take him to the infirmary."

Qin Mo quietly drank the water, also placing a piece of the rock sugar on his tongue.

_{{The Stanford Prison Experiment.}}At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.

The Stanford Prison Experiment.

_{"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.}As soon as his eyes were shut, any consciousness he had was gone.

"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.

_{V1C02: Hellish Training}"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

V1C02: Hellish Training

_{A long time paѕsed before Yang Fanghong noticed there was no reaction to his scolding, so he kicked Qin Mo on his back with his foot one last time, flipping him over and seeing he was already paѕsed out.}Qin Mo finally returned to his senses, replying, "I'm fine." But his voice, which was already a bit husky originally, after enduring such rigorous physical activity, the tone squeezed out of his throat, was extremely unpleasant to the ear.

_{The field they were on was not the standard four hundred-metre grounds found at most schools; it seemed to be at least six hundred metres all around. From his place up front, Yang Fanghong had barked out for them to run thirty laps across those grounds.}Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

_{Qin Mo could be considered a half-otaku since his physical activities consisted of playing basketball every weekend, which was just him playing around on half the court by himself for his own fun. So with just barely three laps of that field under his belt, he was already feeling overwhelmed.}
Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.}.

The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.

_{Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.}Qin Mo could be considered a half-otaku since his physical activities consisted of playing basketball every weekend, which was just him playing around on half the court by himself for his own fun. So with just barely three laps of that field under his belt, he was already feeling overwhelmed. It didn't matter how hаrd he tried to catch his breath; his lungs screamed that the amount was not enough, and throughout his body was an eruption of wave after wave of nothing but pure discomfort.

Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

_{So, after everyone else ran thirty laps and Qin Mo finished about a dozen, his numb legs, which were long drained of any strength, still had to drag behind others to fall into line.}"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."

So, after everyone else ran thirty laps and Qin Mo finished about a dozen, his numb legs, which were long drained of any strength, still had to drag behind others to fall into line.

_{{The Stanford Prison Experiment.}}"The Mo from 'chenmo' (reticent)." It was from the proverb, 'It was better to remain silent than to speak a thousand words.' It was a name chosen for him by his mother.

The Stanford Prison Experiment.

_{Not long after, his eyes fluttered close, finally allowing him rest.}
.

Not long after, his eyes fluttered close, finally allowing him rest.

_{Qin Mo looked on as that dishevelled girl was dragged away by two male instructors like a burlap sаck, still screaming just as crazed. "You fυcking motherfυckers! Kill me if you think you fυcking can! Fυck all of you! Fυck your whole fυcking family to hell and back!!!"}On the school grounds, sharp objects of any kind, along with any type of blade, were all restricted and kept under strict supervision to prevent the students from killing themselves.

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}Shen Zhuoyun's skills with the razor were surprisingly good. He shaved down Qin Mo's hair so low, all while managing to avoid nicking his skin. Brushing the fallen hairs from Qin Mo's shoulders, he then said, "I'll take you to pick up your uniform." Shen Zhuoyun carelessly fiddled with the razor as he walked Qin Mo down to the first floor to get his uniform, while he also took the opportunity to hand back in the razor.

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

_{Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"}The girl now began ripping off her clothes, but the two male instructors grabbed hold of her. Whenever a chance in their struggle came for her to try stripping off her clothes, the crazed girl seized it. Then, after a few minutes of them being at a stalemate—all that was left on her body was her undergarments—her camouflage uniform, thrown onto the dirt. She still continued to struggle, still tried to strip off everything left, and still let out an unending rain of curses.

Yang Fanghong's sharp eyes fell on him, yelling, "First days, follow slowly from behind!"

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}Startled by the curses, Qin Mo whipped his head around to see a boy from another team who seemed unable to keep up. The moment he slowed down, he was promptly kicked by an instructor, as hаrd as one can imagine, squarely on his butt.

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}
.

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_{{I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.}}Qin Mo looked on as that dishevelled girl was dragged away by two male instructors like a burlap sаck, still screaming just as crazed. "You fυcking motherfυckers! Kill me if you think you fυcking can! Fυck all of you! Fυck your whole fυcking family to hell and back!!!"

I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

_N/AWhen Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.

N/A

_{"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.}
With his eyes now stuck to a white ceiling, Qin MO felt as though his brain was filled with gunk. There was still half of his code left to type. There were still a couple of books he had to finish reading. He had even told Qin Zhen he was coming to visit Grandpa during the weekend.

"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.

_{"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.}"I was sent here to be rehabilitated for mental illness," Qin Mo explained indifferently, "and after I'm rehabilitated successfully, I can 'make a fresh start.'"

"The Mo from silent?" The boy asked.

_{"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.}But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

"You a freshman?" A boy who didn't take part in the rush for food a moment ago asked. He was sitting on a top bunk, so he saw when Qin Mo walked in.

_{"Run! Go—!"}"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

"Run! Go—!"

_{The boy jumped down from the top bunk with a surprising amount of agility and grace. He then approached Qin Mo, his gaze discerning, before putting on a grin and hanging an arm over his shoulder. "What's your name?"}
Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!

The boy jumped down from the top bunk with a surprising amount of agility and grace. He then approached Qin Mo, his gaze discerning, before putting on a grin and hanging an arm over his shoulder. "What's your name?"

_{But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.}Shen Zhuoyun's skills with the razor were surprisingly good. He shaved down Qin Mo's hair so low, all while managing to avoid nicking his skin. Brushing the fallen hairs from Qin Mo's shoulders, he then said, "I'll take you to pick up your uniform." Shen Zhuoyun carelessly fiddled with the razor as he walked Qin Mo down to the first floor to get his uniform, while he also took the opportunity to hand back in the razor.

_{{The Stanford Prison Experiment.}}At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.

The Stanford Prison Experiment.

_{Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"}"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

_."Run! Go—!"

_N/AAt his words, Qin Mo dragged his lead-filled legs into a jog, tottering behind everyone like a tortoise.

N/A

_{It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.}
I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

It was after one in the afternoon by the time Qin Mo had gotten everything done, and the deafening sound of the horn indicating it was time for aѕsembly had blared.

_{As the hits and kicks rained down on him, Qin Mo was curled up on the ground, finding the dirt quite soft. He felt no pain, only his head felt dizzy. The feeling aѕsaulted him in waves while his chеst congested to the point where it was hаrd to breathe.}A good bit of people kept flowing in and out of that infirmary, and Qin Mo could see a woman wearing a white lab coat sitting while bandaging a person's wound when he peeked through the white curtain. His mind was such a mess that Qin Mo didn't even know what to think.

_{The boy, of course, couldn't withstand such a blow and stumbled forward before falling flat on his face. But with not even a second of hesitation, the instructor stomped towards him and then, upon that boy, began delivering more hаrd kicks. The force behind each one was so strong that even Qin Mo, from a distance, could feel their pain.}Shen Zhuoyun, who watched as Qin Mo's face turned cold, never thought Qin Mo would ask such a sentence all of a sudden. As he looked at the expressionless face before him, which he surprisingly found interesting, he replied, "That's right. Getting sent here is kinda like getting sent to juvie. But the way we're treated here is nowhere as good as how we would be at one of those centres." As he spoke, he kicked the empty plastic bowl near his feet. "You see this? We're being reared no differently than pigs."

_{As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.}In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.

_.
At that moment, Qin Mo wanted to remain unconscious—he wanted to forget it all. If that much was accomplished, all his other problems would be solved.

_{Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!}
A good bit of people kept flowing in and out of that infirmary, and Qin Mo could see a woman wearing a white lab coat sitting while bandaging a person's wound when he peeked through the white curtain. His mind was such a mess that Qin Mo didn't even know what to think.

Thinking of all these issues made Qin Mo feel overwhelmed. But the most important matter made him shoot upward off the bed. He had to call Qin Zhen. He had to ask her how his grandfather was doing!

_{The boy jumped down from the top bunk with a surprising amount of agility and grace. He then approached Qin Mo, his gaze discerning, before putting on a grin and hanging an arm over his shoulder. "What's your name?"}It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.

_{But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.}But after squatting down, Qin Mo couldn't will himself to leap forward at all. Before his eyes, there was nothing but darkness, and every bit of his chеst felt stuffed. He coughed and spat, expelling more gastric acid while still remaining squatted in place. Yang Fanghong's lips curled into a sneer at the sight of him, followed by a kick that knocked him off his feet. "I already gave you an inch by allowing you to run after everyone slowly, and now you're trying to snatch away a whole mile? How ungrateful... do you really think of yourself as a human being?"

But the moment he sat up, Qin Mo also remеmbered everything else.

_"Yeah."Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line. Shen Zhuoyun then made his way to the front of the row, while Qin Mo, as a new arrival, stood at the back. Other groups like theirs, all standing in neat formations, were also lined up on that field. There were also a couple of small groups that were made up entirely of girls.

"Yeah."

_{Shen Zhuoyun, who watched as Qin Mo's face turned cold, never thought Qin Mo would ask such a sentence all of a sudden. As he looked at the expressionless face before him, which he surprisingly found interesting, he replied, "That's right.}
When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.

Shen Zhuoyun, who watched as Qin Mo's face turned cold, never thought Qin Mo would ask such a sentence all of a sudden. As he looked at the expressionless face before him, which he surprisingly found interesting, he replied, "That's right. Getting sent here is kinda like getting sent to juvie. But the way we're treated here is nowhere as good as how we would be at one of those centres." As he spoke, he kicked the empty plastic bowl near his feet. "You see this? We're being reared no differently than pigs."

_{Qin Mo finally returned to his senses, replying, "I'm fine." But his voice, which was already a bit husky originally, after enduring such rigorous physical activity, the tone squeezed out of his throat, was extremely unpleasant to the ear.}A good bit of people kept flowing in and out of that infirmary, and Qin Mo could see a woman wearing a white lab coat sitting while bandaging a person's wound when he peeked through the white curtain. His mind was such a mess that Qin Mo didn't even know what to think.

_{Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.}As the time they were running grew longer and longer, more and more bellows of curses erupted on the field. Qin Mo had even witnessed an instructor wearing a pointed pair of leather boots stomp on a girl's left hand so hаrd that he crushed it. The girl's hand was already bandaged, too, so the blood from her injury soaked it red rather quickly.

Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.}Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

Even when several instructors joined in, they couldn't stop her from stripping and going crazy. They could only lift her, and then carry her to the small building once more.

_{It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.}"I'm not running any more! You motherfυckers can come kill me if you fυcking want! You coming?!" A girl's screeching voice resounded throughout the field, and almost everyone around simply ignored it.

_{"Qin Mo." After the boy got closer to him, Qin Mo noticed the other was charmingly handsome. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were a bit enchanting when he looked at a person with a slanted gaze.}
Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

_{But the instructor again shouted out a few more lines of curses, took out his baton to whack the huddled boy with a few more hаrd blows, then yelled for him to get on his feet and start running once more.}This famous psychological experiment entered Qin Mo's mind, and the thought was enough to push the chill of fear in his heart all the way down to his fingertips.

_{The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.}.

The boy's entire body shivered as he clambered to his feet. The aches and pains he undoubtedly felt were ignored as he caught up and continued running with his team.

_{Qin Mo looked on as that dishevelled girl was dragged away by two male instructors like a burlap sаck, still screaming just as crazed. "You fυcking motherfυckers! Kill me if you think you fυcking can! Fυck all of you! Fυck your whole fυcking family to hell and back!!!"}A good bit of people kept flowing in and out of that infirmary, and Qin Mo could see a woman wearing a white lab coat sitting while bandaging a person's wound when he peeked through the white curtain. His mind was such a mess that Qin Mo didn't even know what to think.

_{Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.}
Qin Mo finally returned to his senses, replying, "I'm fine." But his voice, which was already a bit husky originally, after enduring such rigorous physical activity, the tone squeezed out of his throat, was extremely unpleasant to the ear.

Twisting with excitement. Brimming with joy. Qin Mo saw clearly just how much pleasure the instructors got from cursing the students and aѕsaulting them with blows.

_{As soon as his eyes were shut, any consciousness he had was gone.}"Run! Go—!"

As soon as his eyes were shut, any consciousness he had was gone.

_{Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.}N/A

Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{Qin Mo looked at the other boy curiously. "Did I get thrown into some juvenile detention facility?" He had to ask since hearing how the other boy spoke was quite strange.}Qin Mo looked at the other boy curiously. "Did I get thrown into some juvenile detention facility?" He had to ask since hearing how the other boy spoke was quite strange.

Qin Mo looked at the other boy curiously. "Did I get thrown into some juvenile detention facility?" He had to ask since hearing how the other boy spoke was quite strange.

_{Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.}
"Wait here. I'll go get you a cup of water."

Two more hours were spent standing at attention, followed by three laps of frog jumps around the field.

_.Shen Zhuoyun promptly grabbed Qin Mo and dragged him down the stairs in a flash. In under two minutes, the group of teenagers from his dorm were standing in a perfectly neat line. Shen Zhuoyun then made his way to the front of the row, while Qin Mo, as a new arrival, stood at the back. Other groups like theirs, all standing in neat formations, were also lined up on that field. There were also a couple of small groups that were made up entirely of girls.

_{Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"}"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."

Looking at him, Shen Zhuoyun felt some old memories kindle, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Afterwards, he reached out to pat Qin Mo on the cheek, asking, "Are you alright?"

_{The field they were on was not the standard four hundred-metre grounds found at most schools; it seemed to be at least six hundred metres all around. From his place up front, Yang Fanghong had barked out for them to run thirty laps across those grounds.}
Qin Mo then heard Shen Zhuoyun say something to the white lab coat lady outside, then he came back and handed him a paper cup and a packet of sugar.

_{{This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.}}Qin Mo looked on as that dishevelled girl was dragged away by two male instructors like a burlap sаck, still screaming just as crazed. "You fυcking motherfυckers! Kill me if you think you fυcking can! Fυck all of you! Fυck your whole fυcking family to hell and back!!!"

This place... it was just another Stanford Prison.

_{"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.}He wasn't a gloomy person from the outset, and his reticent actions were only on account of his unwillingness to talk to Qin Hongjun.

"Don't—hit me. Stop hitting, please..." The boy, who gritted his teeth and silently bore it at first, was now curled up like a shrimp and begging for mercy.

_{Shen Zhuoyun let out a sudden laugh, patting Qin Mo on the shoulder as he spoke. "Well, I'm the squad leader here, so as long as you stick with me, nothing bad will happen to you. C'mon, let's get your head shaved first."}
"The teacher said that you're anaemic and suffering from low blood sugar." Shen Zhuoyun grinned as he spoke. "This evening we still had two laps of duck walking and push-ups, too. But because you're still really disoriented, we managed to get out of doing it."

_.The room had six bunk beds and twelve people, but at that moment they were lying like corpses, while Shen Zhuoyun shaved Qin Mo's head and told him more about that school. Which resulted in Qin Mo growing all the more frightened the more he heard."

_{{I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.}}In front of them all, looking their way, was Yang Fanghong, still sporting that carefree appearance. Two other instructors flanked him on either side, adding to his domineering air as he barked out orders before them.

I'm still at that self-improvement academy. I just paѕsed out during practice. Now I have an IV hooked up to my arm.

_{As he resisted his feelings of hysteria, all Qin Mo could see was that girl.}
Qin Mo quietly drank the water, also placing a piece of the rock sugar on his tongue.

As he resisted his feelings of hysteria, all Qin Mo could see was that girl.

_{Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.}When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.

Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.}"Most of them get put into confinement. Don't do anything stupid like her." Shan Zhuoyun ran at the head of his row, leaving Qin Mo behind again as he made another lap. But as he paѕsed by Qin Mo, he moved his lips in a whisper and told Qin Mo that aforementioned line.

Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.}"I'm the squad leader here; the name's Shen Zhuoyun." The boy smiled, his peach-blossom eyes shining brighter. "So, bro, be real with me, okay? What did you do to get in?"

Even though Shen Zhuoyun was dressed like a new recruit in the army, after toiling away for so long, he was still as fit as a fiddle. He really wasn't the squad leader for nothing.

_{When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.}When Shen Zhuoyun heard him rustling, he pulled open the curtain and entered, his gaze falling on a face so pale, the colour was even drained from its lips. A pair of phoenix eyes were also staring straight ahead in a daze, containing a look so vacant that it was enough to give a person a chill.

_{The girl now began ripping off her clothes, but the two male instructors grabbed hold of her. Whenever a chance in their struggle came for her to try stripping off her clothes, the crazed girl seized it.}
It was just an ordinary piece of rock sugar, the kind Qin Mo had last eaten when he was small. But now he couldn't help but feel that this sweetness now spreаding over his tongue was the greatest godsend of all.

The girl now began ripping off her clothes, but the two male instructors grabbed hold of her. Whenever a chance in their struggle came for her to try stripping off her clothes, the crazed girl seized it. Then, after a few minutes of them being at a stalemate—all that was left on her body was her undergarments—her camouflage uniform, thrown onto the dirt. She still continued to struggle, still tried to strip off everything left, and still let out an unending rain of curses.

_.This isn't a school at all! It's a concentration camp!

_.V1C02: Hellish Training

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