Chapter 233: Chapter 9 New Recruits Reporting Chapter 233: Chapter 9 New Recruits Reporting (Someone said there must be girls among the readers, and Dang Dang burst out laughing.
I only believed that in the first 50,000 words, as I never expected that up to now all the readers would turn out to be men… What a sad story.)
“Hmm, we can talk about the Martial Path when you’re free.”
After finishing her words, Lu Qingxue saw Mu Fan nod and then turned to Taber, “I believe Instructor Wu has been waiting for a while.”
Taber shot a hateful glance at that Mu Fan over there, the kid even had the audacity to show a smile in his eyes.
However, Taber couldn’t afford to throw a fit, and he muttered resentfully, “I’ll head over now.”
This hulking and fierce figure of Fierce Wolf Taber acted as meek as a rabbit in front of Lu Qingxue.
Some stifled their laughter with hands over their mouths but immediately held it back.
Lu Qingxue sheathed her long sword and walked away with it over one shoulder, without giving those around her another look or word more.
Leaving a crowd of new students whose hearts had all melted behind her.
“This Senior Sister is too gorgeous!”
“What an amazing Senior Sister.”
“What should I do?
Although I usually like girls younger than me, this time I think I’ve fallen.”
This was Lu Qingxue, the Valkyrie who had established her absolute status from day one of the academy.
She only had the standard physique level of 20, but with her sword’s assistance, she had never lost a fight against her peers.
The sword as cold as her demeanor, not to mention that the just-graduated Lion King Renault was one of Senior Sister Lu’s admirers.
The academy had no shortage of proud talents who adored Lu Qingxue, swarming like fishes crossing the river.
Seeing this bunch of freshly smitten juniors, the older students sighed, shook their heads, and walked away.
Taber, looking at the retreating figure of Lu Qingxue, also lost the urge to fight.
What a buzzkill!
“What are you looking at?
Let’s go!”
His palm pressed on the floating screen, and a glass door of a modern metal building on the right side of the students opened, revealing a large floating platform parked inside.
High-intensity crystalline steel fences enclosed the platform securely.
“Get in, rookies.
When we get to the Special Training Base, don’t cry to leave after a few days,” Taber said and then cast a deep glance at Mu Fan before stepping in first.
The group of new students entered, and the platform began to descend.
In the darkness, a faint light lit up, lasting for about twenty seconds.
“We’re here.”
When the fences opened, the lights came on, and two silvery metallic railcar compartments stood quietly ahead.
This was their private train?
So rich…
“Stop gawking!
I guarantee you’ll have no desire to look at it again by tomorrow.”
The crowd, surprised, looked at Taber, who seemed to have had a change of heart ever since that icy beauty, Senior Sister, appeared.
It felt like Taber had no intention of fighting anymore.
That was probably for the best.
However, some elite students had not yet had a chance to closely observe Mu Fan’s strength; they would have to wait until later.
Two people to a seat.
Taber went to the front of the train, while Mu Fan carelessly took a spot in the second compartment.
Just as he chose a seat by the window and sat down, Mu Fan heard a voice from beside him:
“Excuse me, mind if I sit here, thanks.
Haha, thank you, brother!
I could tell you were a good guy at first sight.”
The student who just retracted his leg and restrained himself from lashing out glared at that White Hair up front.
Who the hell let you in, you just stepped over someone’s foot, how shameless…
Then, as Mu Fan turned his head, his eyes stung.
The panda eyes with purple eyeshadow appeared right before him, and the white hair on top of the head shone like a lighthouse in the night, nearly blinding Mu Fan.
“Buddy, there’s nobody sitting here, right?
Then I’m taking the seat, haha.”
With an easy familiarity, White Hair Yin Shuai plopped down beside him.
His cheek twitched, Mu Fan nodded slightly: “It’s free.”
“Haha, what a coincidence.
My name is Yin Shuai, ‘shuai’ as in handsome.
Saw you just now, quite the man, straight-on fighting with the senior!!”
“Mu Fan.” Nodding his head, Mu Fan forced a smile.
He found conversing with this person even for a second was tough on the eyes.
When everyone was seated, the orange interior lights of the carriage began to flash on and off three times.
“Destination: Ding Chuan Special Training Base.
Estimated arrival time: fifteen minutes.”
The carriage began to move slowly and then disappeared into the darkness.
The sound of conversation inside the carriage didn’t die down; instead, it grew more intense, for the train was carrying them toward the unknown, and the curiosity of the young people was fully aroused.
Mu Fan had planned to rest with his eyes closed, but someone next to him was being overly friendly, and eventually, Mu Fan gave in.
“I enjoy designing electronic chips and doing mechanical modifications in my free time.
If you ever need anything, just ask me, free of charge!”
For free?
Mu Fan’s ears perked up, and then he turned his head and asked curiously, “The locomotive you were riding earlier, did you modify that yourself?”
“Ha ha, you mean that one?
Of course, my handiwork isn’t bad, is it?
After we finish our training, if you want to ride it, just say so.
You can ride it any time, ha ha ha ha.
If you have your own transportation or a Mecha or something, I can help you modify them for free too!”
Yin Shuai slapped Mu Fan on the shoulder and laughed in a smug manner.
Another offer for free!
This was a friend worth having.
Mu Fan quickly came to a conclusion about this irritatingly attractive White Hair.
Poor Yin Shuai had no idea that his method of judging someone’s background by their clothes was ineffective on Mu Fan.
Having eaten so many meals on the Purple Jade Star, Mu Fan had dipped back into the Battle Net and made some money, but he still only had 60,000 Star Coins left in his card.
Right now, he was waiting for the money from Dingchuan Academy to bail him out.
“Hey, what do you think the instructors at Ding Chuan will do to us?”
“I don’t know,” Mu Fan replied honestly.
“Do you think we’ll have another round of sparring?”
“I don’t know.”
“I heard a rumor that they’ll probably start by giving you a hard time first, since you’re the strongest in this batch.
This spot was supposedly reserved originally for someone from the First Administrative District.”
“Oh?” Mu Fan finally showed some reaction.
“We have arrived at our destination.
Please exit the vehicle in an orderly manner.” Just as the announcement sounded within the carriage at the right time, Yin Shuai, who was disappointed not to hear Mu Fan speak, stepped off the vehicle.
As the hovercraft platform touched the ground once more.
Everyone looked around.
They were in a massive field spanning nearly 15 square kilometers.
In the distance stood four medium-sized manned aircraft, even further were rows of densely packed missile stands, as well as figures of people moving about.
The nearby buildings were quite low but exceptionally neat and tidy.
Not far in front of them, a military officer wearing a Major’s uniform walked slowly alongside a middle-aged man in a greenish-blue teacher’s outfit.
Was this…
A military base?
Did Ding Chuan Academy have a military base inside it!?
Looking farther, a series of mountains surrounded the area, covering the hillsides with lush greenery.
Clean, neat, orderly.
This was Mu Fan’s first time redefining what a military base was.
Taber paid no attention to the new students behind him and walked towards the two approaching men.
When he reached the middle-aged man in the greenish-blue uniform, he whispered a few words.
The man nodded and waved his hand gently.
With a smile, Taber walked away.
Mu Fan and the others watched the scene unfold before them and then saw Taber, who had reached the front, turn around and make a face-patting gesture at them.
Then he gave a thumbs down.
“Darn it, that pack of cigars was just a waste on that dog.”
Yin Shuai flicked his hair and stood next to Mu Fan, giving Taber’s retreating back the middle finger.
“I am Ding Chuan Academy’s Special Training Instructor, as well as the Fighting Department Instructor, Wu Yue.
First, welcome to all of you.
But during the next period, I hope you won’t let me down.”
The group was waiting for Instructor Wu, who claimed his name was Wu Yue, to continue when suddenly they saw the middle-aged man frown, point his finger in their direction: “You there, White Hair, one minute to wash off that disgusting eyeshadow, then throw away that revolting shirt.
If you’re late, you can just roll on home!”