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"A 20-kilometer run with a 15-kilogram pack. Same for men and women."

"What about push-ups? How many are required per minute?"

"It’s five minutes straight. No set score. You just do them for the full five minutes. The only person they’re competing against is their past self."

"It’s the same for pull-ups and sit-ups."

Even Minister Shaw was left speechless by this insane assessment.

"What about the shooting standards? Surely that’s a bit more normal?"

"Oh, that part’s pretty normal. Just standard moving targets. Wait a minute, are you implying my other training exercises are abnormal?" Yvonne Lowell narrowed her eyes at him.

"Ahem, don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t mean that at all."

Minister Shaw quietly breathed a sigh of relief. ’Good, at least not every event is this inhumane.’

But when he went to the shooting range, he realized he’d relaxed too soon.

’You call those standard moving targets?! The conveyor belt is practically smoking!’

’They’re moving so fast they’re leaving afterimages! I almost thought I was getting presbyopia in my old age!’

The guards who had followed him were also dumbfounded. ’This... you can’t even call this a hellish training regimen anymore, can you?!’

’Is the goal to train an elite force? Or to train them to death?’

’So terrifying. Thank god our training wasn’t like this...’

...

After the morning assessment concluded, Minister Shaw, getting into the spirit of things, picked up the megaphone they usually used for yelling at people.

"Ahem, testing, testing. I’ll just say a few words."

Yvonne Lowell clenched her jaw and silently moved to the side to listen to his "few words."

"This morning, I observed parts of every squad’s assessment, and your progress over the past month has been truly immense. You were already the best of the best in our system, but this time, you’ve made a qualitative leap forward in every respect."

"Blah, blah, blah..."

"Blah, blah, blah..."

"Blah, blah, blah..."

"I am incredibly proud of you all! I hope everyone gets a good rest this afternoon, and I wish you even better results in this afternoon’s assessment! I’m waiting for you to become new versions of yourselves and return covered in glory!"

There was a moment of silence from the crowd below, followed by a burst of thunderous applause.

’Mom! We made it! Our idol praised us!’

Yvonne inwardly rolled her eyes. ’The old sayings are true. The military really does have its own fandom.’

’Tsk, tsk. Look at them, all teary-eyed. They’re going to clap their hands raw.’

’Then again, I’m starting to see the appeal.’

’If Minister Shaw praised them a few more times, they’d probably start spouting that ’give-my-life’ trope.’

’Just praise me a little more. If you just praise me a little more, I’ll give you my life.’

After dismissing the group, Yvonne Lowell and Minister Shaw walked side-by-side toward the cafeteria.

"Are you sure you won’t consider becoming my colleague?"

Although he already knew the answer, Minister Shaw couldn’t help but ask again, hoping against hope for a different response this time.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow. "Are we not colleagues right now?"

"You know that’s not what I mean! I want you to join the system, full-time!"

’This brat. She’s always playing dumb with me.’

"Sigh. I think things are fine just the way they are. I just need to be the good little roll of toilet paper I am, always ready to wipe their asses for them."

Yvonne said nonchalantly, "Besides, you know me. I’m used to running wild. I’ve never been a fan of rules and regulations."

’Which of my businesses don’t I run as a hands-off boss? Now he wants to trick me into becoming a wage slave? No way!’

"Sigh. I just think it’s such a waste. You’re a natural-born commander. With just a few more years of experience, you’d be more than qualified to take over for me in the future!" Minister Shaw’s tone was full of regret.

Yvonne’s lips twitched. "There’s no such thing as a ’natural-born commander.’ I’m just an ordinary consultant who happens to run a small business on the side. Don’t try to prop me up just because you want to retire. Be careful, or you’ll have people trying to make things difficult for you."

"Hmph! If you were really willing, those old geezers would be thrilled to kick me out and put you in charge. Who would dare make things difficult for me?!"

’Ordinary consultant? Small business? Calling that a humblebrag is an insult to the word ’humblebrag’.’

"I’m afraid they’d make things difficult for *me*," Yvonne said with a few fake laughs.

"Besides, only you guys would be so ruthless. First, you hired me as child labor and tricked me into signing my life away. And now you want to trick me into slaving away like a workhorse? Impossible. Don’t even think about it."

Minister Shaw poked her forehead in exasperation. But he knew that once she made up her mind, not even nine bulls could drag her back, so he had to drop it.

"Fine, fine. I won’t try to persuade you anymore. But can you help us train more people? I’ve seen the progress of these 40 team members, but that’s far from enough."

"I can, but only on the condition that they’re on the same level as these 40. Otherwise, I won’t take them."

"Hey! You think elite squads are a dime a dozen?! That you can just grab a whole bunch whenever you want?!"

Yvonne shrugged. "Then you’ll just have to train them into elites first and then send them over. Anyway, if they aren’t at the level this group was before they came to me, I don’t want them."

After a pause, Yvonne added, "Besides, haven’t I already revealed all my training methods to you? You can just have someone train them according to that program. It’ll be the same."

Minister Shaw shot her a sideways glance. "You’re the only one who would reveal your entire training curriculum just to avoid work, not even caring about the money."

"What can I say? My loyal heart shines as bright as the moon. And you’re one of us, so how can it be the same? Alright, enough about that. Come on, let me take you to our cafeteria. You can see the difference for yourself and go back and reflect on it."

With that, Yvonne dragged him into the cafeteria, giving him no further chance to speak.

...

After lunch, Yvonne saw off Minister Shaw, who had to return for a meeting.

The squad’s month-end assessment was still proceeding in an orderly fashion. However, perhaps because Minister Shaw was gone, everyone’s enthusiasm seemed to have waned despite their diligence, and they all wore faces of utter despair.

Yvonne’s tone was disdainful. "Seriously? Minister Shaw leaves, and these are the faces you make? If it weren’t for the fact that you’ve all made breakthroughs in your scores, I’d start beating you right now."

It was like when the chairman inspects in the morning, but by the afternoon, only the manager is left. They just stopped pretending, laid their cards on the table, and showed their true employee colors.

In the morning, every face had said: I love my job! I love working! I’m here voluntarily! A worker’s spirit makes a worker a king!

In the afternoon: Work? Never! Not in this lifetime! If we’re all just beasts of burden, why can’t we run free on the plains?

"The month-end assessment is over. You’re free to do as you please for the rest of the day."

The crowd stood their ground, not leaving, instead watching her with wary and suspicious expressions.

"But Instructor, isn’t there some kind of secret assessment? When does that start?"

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