Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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A test of skill.
This was Bai Yue’s first fight since birth.
Although his physique had greatly improved after his second differentiation, he was still utterly powerless against his teacher. He was easily overwhelmed. Fang Xing only made light of the situation. However, compared to Bai Yue’s terrifying pheromones, his skills were indeed incredibly weak.
He stopped.
“Alright, I understand.”
Bai Yue stood up, supporting himself on his arm, his smile somewhat helpless: “Sorry, I don’t know anything.”
Fang Xing glanced at him: “…No.”
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the other’s learning ability was truly astonishing.
To test his true level, he only used the most basic moves. Bai Yue clearly had no fighting experience, but after taking a hit, he seemed to instinctively learn to defend and dodge, minimizing the damage.
However, he seemed somewhat afraid of punching, never actively attempting an attack.
Fang Xing: “Bai Yue, are you afraid of fighting?”
Bai Yue was taken aback.
Fang Xing: “Since you chose our academy, it proves you are not content with the status quo. When you enlist in the army, there will always be times when you need to engage in close combat. Being afraid of fighting won’t do.”
Bai Yue: “…”
Rather than being afraid, it’s more accurate to say he lacked the awareness.
In his memory, the most violent act he had committed was probably spanking his younger brother when he was disobedient as a child.
However… he looked down at his own hands.
What would it feel like to have a fist strike your face, bones shatter, teeth fall out, and your face deformed?
It probably wouldn’t be pleasant.
After the class ended and observing each student’s situation, Fang Xing gave corresponding training guidelines and suggestions.
For Bai Yue, in addition to basic physical training, there was the most important point— real combat.
Students of the Imperial Military Academy had three ways to practice real combat privately.
First, apply for practice matches with teammates and practice fighting under supervision.
Second, go to the virtual training ground and conduct simulated training with virtual characters.
Third, receive military merit missions and gradually integrate the skills in combat.
Among these, the latter two were not feasible for Bai Yue at the moment.
Entering the virtual training ground required authorization, which was exchanged for military merits. Bai Yue only had 5 military merits, and that was an extra reward for being the top student in the entrance exam— not nearly enough.
As for military merit missions, the number of missions available to first-year students was currently limited.
And they were mostly finding lost items or helping with trivial matters, low-risk and low-paying. They were not very useful for improving combat skills.
So, for now, the only immediate solution was the first method.
Back in his dorm that night, Bai Yue stared at his open notebook, lost in thought.
He had invited Qin Fei afterward but was flatly refused. Qin Fei said he had a psychological trauma from seeing him… In short, his classmates weren’t an option. And he couldn’t keep going to the teachers. What could he do?
Mu Sihan returned to his dorm that night and was surprised to find the light still on. He paused, his hand on the doorknob, hesitating for a moment before pushing the door open.
Then, he smelled a pungent odour of ointment in the room.
Bai Yue was sitting at the table, wearing trousers and a black vest. His arms were bare, his skin a stark white. This made the bruises and welts particularly noticeable.
He heard footsteps behind him. Bai Yue looked up and turned around. Seeing the person enter, he smiled and said, “You’re back.”
This seemed to be the first time they had spoken in the dormitory since he entered the school. Normally, Bai Yue would be asleep by now.
Mu Sihan’s gaze fell on the bruises. They were clearly from a fight.
He opened his mouth, as if to ask something, but swallowed his words and walked back to his bed without saying a word.
Bai Yue, however, spoke first: “I had a combat class today, much harder than I expected.”
He was no match for Fang Xing; he couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes. The teacher only gave him a few pointers. But despite this, the bruises were strikingly obvious.
Compared to the alpha’s strength and physique, an omega’s body was indeed more prone to scarring. It seemed his constitution hadn’t fully recovered.
This was also the first time in Bai Yue’s life that he felt dissatisfied with his current body.
Mu Sihan turned around and saw a notebook open in front of Bai Yue, densely filled with writing.
Bai Yue noticed his gaze and explained, “These are today’s notes. The teacher gave us training suggestions based on our situation.”
He hadn’t slept so late because he’d tried them out first. The result was even more soreness in his back and waist.
Mu Sihan didn’t say anything more.
Bai Yue watched him.
To be honest, the other man’s build was similar to his, but his fighting ability was remarkable. If Mu Sihan agreed to sparring, the results would definitely be the fastest.
Thinking of this, he spoke directly: “Can I ask you for a favor?”
He briefly explained his idea and smiled, “I hope to train with you.”
Mu Sihan took off his uniform jacket, revealing only a pure white short-sleeved shirt underneath, which was already soaked with sweat. He seemed to have just returned from training as well.
His tone was cold: “Let me be your sparring partner?”
Bai Yue’s fighting level wasn’t good right now. Training together wouldn’t be beneficial for Mu Sihan.
Bai Yue thought for a moment: “What do you want? I’ll do my best to fulfil it.”
Hearing this, Mu Sihan walked closer, placed his palm on the table, and looked down at Bai Yue.
“What can you do?”
“What can I do?” Bai Yue chuckled, “If you don’t have any ideas right now, I have a suggestion.”
“For military academy students, military merit is more important than money. Although it can’t be directly traded, if you want to exchange military merit for any items or do anything in the future, I can help you.”
Mu Sihan’s icy blue eyes stared at Bai Yue, yet seemed not to be looking at him at all, utterly indifferent.
“An empty promise?”
“No.” Bai Yue denied, “It’s an investment.”
Mu Sihan: “…”
The dormitory window was half open, and the night was deep. A breeze blew in, billowing the curtains, then gradually deflated.
Bai Yue waited quietly for an answer but heard no response for a long time. Just when he thought he was about to be rejected, he heard the other person say: “Okay.”
“However, there is one more condition.”
Mu Sihan lifted his hand from the table and straightened up. His expression remained blank: “From now on, without my permission, you are never allowed to use pheromones in front of me.”
The suggestion was somewhat strange, but not incomprehensible.
Although the possibility was slim, it didn’t rule out the possibility that the two might become rivals in the future. Once pheromones were used, no matter how skilled Mu Sihan was, he would be suppressed.
However, the opponent’s pheromones would have no effect on Bai Yue. Making this request was simply to create a check on him.
He nodded slightly, agreeing to the request.
The next morning, Mu Sihan woke up early.
It was still dark, the sky just beginning to lighten. Most people were still fast asleep.
Although for Mu Sihan, getting up at this time was perfectly natural.
He got out of bed. When he saw that the bed opposite was empty, he paused. The bed was folded and neatly made.
The person had left sometime earlier.
Mu Sihan was silent for a moment, then looked away. He changed into clothes suitable for exercise, put on earphones, and walked towards the door.
Just as his hand touched the doorknob, the door opened first.
Bai Yue, dressed in sportswear, stood outside, his eyes meeting Mu Sihan’s. He said, “So you’re up at this hour.”
Mu Sihan stepped aside.
Bai Yue walked in: “I borrowed the kitchen and made something to eat. Have you had breakfast?”
The dormitory building had its own communal kitchen. Although it wasn’t usually used, he’d been eating at the cafeteria lately. Even though the food at the university was good, it got a bit monotonous after a while. Plus, yesterday’s training had been too intense, so he made some according to his own preferences.
“I made too much, let’s eat together.”
Mu Sihan’s tone was indifferent: “I don’t eat breakfast.”
Bai Yue lifted the lid and turned back: “Are you going to training now?”
Mu Sihan: “…”
Bai Yue: “So that’s why I don’t see you every day. Looks like I’ve been too lenient with myself; I need to learn from you.”
Mu Sihan didn’t reply and continued walking out.
The aroma of congee filled the air, gradually filling the small room.
Sometimes, people didn’t want to eat. But once the food was in front of them, they realized that their previous thoughts were just a lie.
Mu Sihan considered himself self-disciplined and not particularly interested in food. But when he smelled the aroma, he couldn’t help but pause.
Bai Yue had just ladled out some porridge and was about to start eating when he noticed Mu Sihan’s gaze and his ladle stopped in mid-air.
“Want to eat together?”
But there was no response.
He was used to it and didn’t pay much attention. Just then, he saw a figure walk over and sit down opposite him.
Looking up again, he saw Mu Sihan sitting down.
The other person looked slightly uneasy and looked away.
Bai Yue chuckled, said nothing more, and ladled out a bowl and placed it in front of him.
A week passed quickly.
After completing his daily training quota, Bai Yue would meet up with Mu Sihan to practice at the fighting center.
The fighting center had a spacious floor, making it the best practice place for freshmen who couldn’t use the virtual training arena.
This time, in less than two minutes, Bai Yue was pinned to the ground by having his weakness exploited.
The props used in the practice were plastic. Even so, Mu Sihan’s movements were too sharp, still leaving scratches.
Bai Yue sat up, his hand on his neck. Blood was seeping from there.
Alphas had strong physiques and amazing self-healing speed. With the help of medication, the wounds would basically heal in less than two days.
But in the past week, Bai Yue had hardly given himself any time to catch his breath. The last injury had just healed when a new one appeared.
Mu Sihan withdrew his hand: “You’re too impatient.”
Bai Yue smiled: “After so many days of failure, I also want to fight back.”
Mu Sihan: “…”
Bai Yue’s progress was truly terrifying. On the first day of practice, his weapon was disarmed in less than 5 seconds. However, only a week had passed, and he could already last for 2 minutes.
At first, he was only concerned with running away and dodging; but now, while dodging, he could even have the idea of counterattacking.
Although he had many flaws due to lack of experience, for a beginner, both his mental and physical growth was astonishingly fast.
Bai Yue stood up: “Can we do it again?”
Mu Sihan: “That’s it for today.”
After saying that, he handed the weapon back to the staff of the combat center and walked out of the hall.
Seeing this, Bai Yue had no choice but to give up. After returning the weapon, he followed him out.
It was still broad daylight, and there were no classes in the morning. Therefore, the training plan was brought forward a bit.
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