Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 567 - 586: Open and Aboveboard Unfairness

Once everyone was in line, they began to separate into formations according to class rank.

The formations were divided strictly by class rank. It seemed that from this moment forward, the difference between S-rank and A-rank students was starkly clear.

Not only were the formations based on performance, but the instructors were assigned the same way.

The supervising teacher called over a squad of young men standing ramrod-straight in their dark green military uniforms. Then, he announced unabashedly, "These are this year’s military training instructors!"

"They are 100 officers from the X military unit. We have ranked them from 1 to 100 based on their own performance. The number one instructor will lead the A1 formation, number two will lead A2, and so on and so forth..."

That meant the officer ranked 100th would be assigned to the last class of the B-formations.

The students on the field were stunned to hear how the rankings worked.

Even though everyone knew from a young age that different levels of spiritual power could lead to vastly different lives, their academic experiences up to this point had always been relatively fair.

Besides, school was supposed to be a sacred place. How could it suddenly be so harsh?

So blatantly harsh!

As this thought crossed everyone’s mind, a voice suddenly rose from the bustling crowd. "Why are you ranking us like this? Don’t we in the B-formations deserve good instructors too? This isn’t fair!"

The loud voice drew the attention of more than half the students. Everyone wanted to see who had dared to say what they were all thinking.

However, the formations were a bustling sea of people, and everyone was supposed to be standing at attention, so it was impossible to tell who had spoken out.

Just then, one of the lead instructors at the front stepped forward.

"Who was that just now?"

A voice amplifier broadcast his question. No one responded to the sharp inquiry.

His face was grim. "Fair? This is your military training ground, your battlefield. There’s no such thing as absolute fairness here!"

"The world isn’t fair."

"A good horse deserves a good saddle. A good Mecha deserves a good warrior. A good squad deserves a good instructor! Why were you assigned to the instructors at the bottom of the list? Because you’re not good enough." He casually branded the rear formations as inadequate, then turned calmly to the instructors standing with them. "And why were you assigned to formations like these? Because your own training hasn’t been good enough, either."

It was exactly this kind of dismissive tone that was best at making people angry—and best at igniting their will to fight.

’Not good enough? We haven’t even started! What right do you have to say we’re not good enough?!’

These were all young people just entering university. They didn’t have much real-world experience; they were emotional and sensitive. Jiang Qiuqiu noticed that after the instructor’s speech, some of the students in the B-formations around her were clenching their fists.

"I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that your spiritual power level is determined by innate talent. To find some fairness amidst the unfairness, your formation assignments aren’t permanent. Every five days, we’ll re-evaluate you based on performance. The good ones move up, and the bad ones move down."

"Look at that. I can already see the looks on some of your faces, telling me you think you’ve got what it takes."

"In that case... the military training for the 5356th class of the Mecha Single Soldier System begins now."

The chief instructor glanced at the teachers. "Let’s skip all the bells and whistles and get right to it."

"Right!"

With no ceremony whatsoever, the entire group was led away to the training grounds.

It was only the first day. The new cadets, who should have been wilting and struggling to keep up, were instead bursting with energy.