The initial prologue, an unexpected martyr.

It was precisely because of this nickname that Xu Le began to lose interest in military training. A group of people would shout and scream, surrounding him like they were watching a gorilla during breaks. At first, he could still laugh it off, but eventually, he became completely annoyed: "Is this never-ending? I really don't want to play with you anymore"

Little did I expect that the senior actually extended her hand, leaving a harsh mark on Xu Le's face in an instant, and then she ran away crying: "I hate people like you the most. Knowing is one thing, but pretending to be a goddamn fortune teller is another!"

The sun shines brightly, and the weather in September remains unbearably hot. On the playground, groups of students in camouflage uniforms are slowly marching in step.

"No! As a man, how can you back down when the girls in the class do not? You must stay in line honestly and cannot go anywhere!" The instructor said sternly. Even if Xu Le is a troublemaker, he cannot simply agree to this so easily. Military training is primarily about discipline, and as an instructor coming from the military, how can he undermine discipline?

Although the school has just started, there are already several individuals gaining prominence within the institution. For instance, students who are actively networking and have good relationships with instructors and counselors, as well as those who possess notable physical advantages, whether exceptionally attractive or particularly unattractive. Additionally, there are those who tend to act independently, often perceived by others as somewhat eccentric.

Class 3 of the Chinese Department, all present, right face! Attention! At ease! A stern instructor scanned the rows of weary faces before him: the beautiful girls had transformed into beautiful African girls, the less attractive ones had become African aunties, and even the most vibrant individuals, after such torment, wore a pained expression reminiscent of the character Jin Guanchang when they smiled.

Isn't this way of dying too ridiculous? The conversation hasn't even finished yet

Today, we are shooting!

Hooray! All those who have been through the trials of life and death are cheering.

Your sister!

The "little diviner" is named Xu Le, and there is nothing particularly remarkable about him. He has a catchphrase similar to how scholars in ancient times would often say "Confucius said"; he likes to start his sentences with "The deity says." It is unclear which deity he believes in, but he speaks with utmost seriousness. If you perceive it as a joke, then it is a joke; if you take it seriously, it does seem quite plausible.

"Watch your mouth, you brat. Pay attention, or if this continues, you might end up packing your things and leaving after military training..." The instructor waved his hand irritably, causing the rifle in his hand to shift slightly. A loud bang echoed throughout the entire campus

Anyone who hears this can tell that it is utter nonsense. How can pulse diagnosis and fortune-telling be the same thing? This person must be a complete fraud

Originally, this would not have gained much attention, but unfortunately, he happened to encounter a rather well-known campus beauty as soon as he entered the university. Just starting college, the "little fortune teller" who came with the ideals of free love found it hard to contain himself upon seeing such a quality resource. He approached with a cheerful smile and initiated a conversation, saying: "This young lady, as the saying goes, fate brings us together from a thousand miles away. I see that you seem to be facing some misfortune lately; why not extend your hand to me, and let me take your pulse?"

The entire class of students, along with the instructor, was venting their frustrations: "Are you really that timid by nature? You almost instigated a group fight just after starting university. The military training isn't even over yet, and there have already been more than ten altercations. Is someone like you really considered timid?"

The instructor's expression softened considerably; however, when he caught sight of the only person in the class who was neither smiling nor causing a commotion, and who was certainly not taking this opportunity to converse with the person next to him, he felt a slight headache coming on: "I say, little trickster, what is it that is troubling you this time?"

Xu Le shrugged and said, "Then there is nothing we can do, God said..."

The instructor snorted coldly and raised the rifle in his hand: "If you dare to say another word, do you believe I will shoot you? What is so urgent that you must leave early? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Xu Le raised an eyebrow: "They are just being foolish. They are allowed to come over and make me a laughingstock, yet I am not permitted to refuse to cooperate. They even want to create trouble; isn't that just a painful kind of foolishness? Even the gods have said..."

"You are lying again. I have long heard that you, this little charlatan, do not speak a single word of truth. Now it seems that is indeed the case. Tell me honestly, are they going to fight you again?" The instructor asked, staring into Xu Le's eyes.

Shooting practice means for boys the opportunity to touch real, heart-pounding weapons of violence; for girls, it is a chance to naturally exclaim, "Oh, I'm so scared, I'm so scared," while finding a shady spot to slowly care for their already sunburned skin. This is an event that everyone enjoys, and as a result, the entire class becomes lively.

No one knows where the detestable Huaxia people have hidden their ultimate strength, unless one is willing to visit universities and high schools in China to investigate and witness firsthand the peculiar phenomenon known as "military training"

The last flicker of consciousness of a "timid" charlatan had just registered when it sank deeper into darkness, descending into an unknown world of www.hetushu.com.com...

Xu Le, feeling helpless, could only close his mouth, touch his face that was burning from the sun, and swallow back the words he wanted to say after "God said." He followed the class's line as they turned and walked towards the makeshift shooting range.

The one he referred to as "Little Trickster" is an ordinary-looking student in terms of appearance and height, yet when he mentioned "Little Trickster," everyone in the class turned to look.

Xu Le helplessly nudged the gun muzzle with his head and said, "I mean, instructor, this is rather uninteresting, isn't it? What did the gods say? If there are girls and you don't pursue them, even the Buddha would find it hard to forgive."

From this point on, the title of "Little Shaman" for Xu Le became widely recognized, although he himself did not particularly desire this title

As soon as the instructor spoke, the entire class turned their attention to Xu Le, the "little sorcerer," wondering what was amiss with him this time. Was he going to go against the instructor again?

The instructor's face darkened; if this crow's mouth continued to speak, who knows what words would come out next. Deliberately ignoring Xu Le, he issued a loud command: "All personnel! Right turn! March in step!"

This is the most mysterious force of Huaxia that gives the FBI in the United States a headache every year, and it is also the highest secret that is kept confidential from the outside. Every year, from September to October, numerous armed forces resembling militia organizations mysteriously emerge across the country, begin military training, and then mysteriously disappear a month later

After carefully listening to the instructor explain how to use the old-fashioned rifle in his hands, which had already been retired, the boys in the class were all eager to try it out. Xu Le, however, quietly ran to the instructor's side: "Instructor, I am really timid, so timid that I even have nightmares when I hear thunder. Today..."

Everyone felt it was strange, and only after inquiring carefully did they learn that this school beauty senior had just had an abortion. Isn't this a case of "blood disaster"? "Isn't it all connected?"

When his stubborn temper flares up, he finds fault with everything, refuses to cooperate in any task, and responds to everything with a sidelong glance. It doesn't take long for everyone to realize that this fellow, referred to as "Little Sorcerer," is not someone to be trifled with. If you truly challenge him, he will not hesitate to confront you, showing no regard for reason.

God said: I should strike you; not striking you is a pity. This is also the attitude of the "little deity" towards provocateurs

"Report to the instructor, I am naturally timid and cannot handle a gun. If there is nothing else, I will go to the cafeteria to eat first" Xu Le's response was clear and precise, with a definite purpose, as if he were discussing something very serious

The "little diviner" is precisely the last type