Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around! Chapter 1533 - How Many Streets Did She Shake?

Chapter 1533: How Many Streets Did She Shake?

She had never been lost or disheartened. She maintained her initial resolution and moved forward steadily. This was Ye Jian, a simple but extraordinary girl.

October pa.s.sed and it was November. The city where the Chinese Academy of Sciences was located became cold. The students wore their winter uniforms and their outerwear. They walked around the campus with a natural aura. Just looking at their backs made them look extremely handsome.

The camphor leaves in the school were falling one by one. One night, they could cover a thick layer.

Ye Jian and Song Zhiqiu came out of the library. As they walked, they discussed a professional topic. At this moment, Ye Jian felt a little fortunate that she listened to Xia Jinyuan’s suggestion when she chose the profession. She gave up on the technical aspect and chose the command aspect.

Command specialization focused on military training while technical specialization focused on cultural knowledge. It looked like the technical specialization was relatively easy, but it was not.

The technical profession not only had the same physical training but also a lot of studies. In the second half of the second year, the laboratories, cla.s.srooms, and training grounds had to be arranged at the same time.

This was because the Chinese Academy of Sciences was famous for its technical expertise. The school emphasized this aspect.

As a result, technical specialization students were often much more hardworking than the command specialization students. As a result, it was difficult for them to learn and train simultaneously.

The Chinese Academy of Sciences was one of the top military schools. They groomed countless missile researchers, scientists, technologists, and new command officers. It was indeed a wise move for Ye Jian to avoid technology.

After all, she couldn’t enter the laboratory with a military rank. Instead, she wants to go to the frontline to become a Special Forces soldier.

Ye Jian was going for infantry joint training. Joint meant two degrees—engineering and military.

In the first two years after enrollment, they received a unified education and basic military training. In the second semester, they would choose a ‘training’ specialization based on the requirements of the soldiers.

Ye Jian chose ‘Command Automated Engineering.’ There were eight main courses. Similarly, it was Xia Jinyuan’s suggestion.

Her personal ability had reached the standard, but she remained green with her technological skills. The ‘Command Automated Engineering’ specialization required professionalism. The ‘Military Operations Research’ and ‘Information Obtainment Technology’ courses would be very helpful to Ye Jian in the future.

Based on Ye Jian’s capabilities, Xia Jinyuan carefully studied and a.n.a.lyzed her options. He discussed this with the major general several times before suggesting Ye Jian to choose the ‘Command Automated Engineering.’

Ye Jian needed a lot of time to complete it. However, it was still less than the technical profession.

Song Zhiqiu also wanted to specialize in Command Automated Engineering. After knowing that Ye Jian was like him, the two of them went to the library together many times. The topics they talked about were always professional.

Today was Sat.u.r.day. It had been raining for more than ten days. It wasn’t heavy, but it never stopped.

For the first time, the school didn’t arrange any training cla.s.ses. They even gave every cla.s.s some quota that allowed students to book out.

After the cla.s.s leader, Song Zhiqiu, announced this piece of good news last night, he had less than a minute of “sales” before the book-out slips in his hands were s.n.a.t.c.hed up. The speed was faster than eating fast food after the long training!

She was still blinking and considering what she could do with the book-out slip when the ten slips were s.n.a.t.c.hed up.

From this, it could be seen how popular the book-out slips were. It was hard to get one. Sometimes, there wasn’t even one slip per cla.s.s.