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Chen Zheng's pain subsided, his face turned pale, and sweat covered his forehead. He took out the space button from the computer and handed it to him.

Ling Si took it and handed it to Shang Yue, instructing the two boys, "Send him to the infirmary."

None of the boys liked Chen Zheng. Even if they were dissatisfied, they would not disobey Ling Si. They walked towards the injured person with an expressionless face and pretended to help him.

Chen Zheng waved his hand and stood up. He avoided the boy's hand with his elbow and tried his best to look less embarrassed. "It's okay. I'm not that fragile yet."

"I'll give you an explanation once I get to the bottom of this." Ling Si stretched out his hand, and the light brain touched Chen Zheng's, sending his identity information and friend request. "Besides that, I'll look for you."

Chen Zheng was originally skeptical about his roommate's words, but when he saw Ling Si's "ghost" at this time, he immediately realized how accurate his roommate's information was. He didn't have much time, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he took back his words and looked into the young man's dark eyes, and changed his tone to ease the situation: "Master, you see that I am not strong enough, even if the next competition is the same result, just let me go."

Chen Zheng took out the key from his pocket and handed it to him. Ling Si didn't take it. He just glanced at the metal buckle briefly and moved his eyes to the boy's face, which was trying hard to hold on: "Are you sure?"

"There is a special treatment cabin in the training room. During this period, the mechas and training grounds inside are free to use. You can show me your strength at any time."

After saying this, he left with his men without waiting for anyone to respond.

The lights focused on the training ground went out as the owner left. The wall lamps were dimly lit and the door of the training room was heavily closed. The originally bustling venue suddenly fell silent.

Chen Zheng stretched out his hand, the key was still in his palm. The person had already left, and the hesitation in his heart seemed unnecessary. The young sentry was very confident that he would choose to stay.

Indeed, when Chen Zheng heard that the treatment cabin could be used freely, he was tempted. His heart was swaying and he was unable to make a decision. The young man's departure actually helped him make the decision.

.......

As usual, freshmen of the First Military Academy will undergo military training one month after enrollment to help them better integrate into the school atmosphere.

During the entire first year, the courses students learn are all general courses. It is not until the second year that they are officially divided into departments for professional studies. Chen Zheng has already reserved a place in the School of Pharmacy, but he also plans to choose the Department of Combat, so he needs to learn more in the first year and has more pressure.

Dean Lin was trying to persuade him. The military academy curriculum was already intense, and the training courses were tight, not to mention that Chen Zheng wanted to study across disciplines. In the School of Pharmacy alone, the experimental courses took up most of the time. Moreover, combat and pharmacy were not closely related, and it was a lot of tests for people. On the one hand, they had to endure high-intensity scientific research, and on the other hand, they had to maintain the training intensity of the combat department.

Don’t let your health collapse before you graduate. It’s true that Chen Zheng has talent, but he overestimates his abilities.

Chen Zheng folded his hands and sat on the leather sofa in the office, listening carefully to Dean Lin's earnest advice. He seemed to be thinking seriously, "Dean Lin, I have decided that pharmacy is not my original intention, but for some reasons, I will focus on this aspect, and I will also seriously complete your request. But in addition to this, I also want to explore other possibilities."

"I know the consequences and I can bear them. If I cannot complete the course, I will consider dropping out and focus on pharmacy."

Dean Lin is middle-aged, but he didn't expect to see such a courageous young man. He is old and can't keep up with the times. Even if Chen Zhengyan graduates, there is still a chance. If he succeeds and can achieve results, it will be a precedent.

Since the establishment of the Empire's First Military Academy, no one has been able to do well in both courses. Most students choose to study and take assessments for the second course in the form of a minor. The value of the major and minor are naturally different.

Knowing that Chen Zheng had made up his mind, Dean Lin did not try to persuade him further and told him to go back to training.

Chen Zheng stood up, and Dean Lin suddenly remembered something and called him, "How are you getting along with the kid from the Ling family?"

Chen Zheng paused, the man's arrogant and cold face from that day emerged in his mind. He was tough and would not tolerate rejection. He couldn't say whether it was good or bad.

"Fortunately."

Dean Lin was surprised that Chen Zheng got along well with the other party, and was quite interested in his evaluation. "What do you mean?"

Chen Zheng didn't expect Dean Lin to be so curious. He organized his words and said, "He asked me to continue competing with him and gave me the key to the training ground."

Dean Lin raised his eyebrows and patted his shoulder, "Then you must make good use of it. This kid's training ground has a lot of equipment that is better than the academy's. It's very suitable for you."

"Well, thank you, Dean Lin."

.......

After bidding farewell to Dean Lin, Chen Zheng walked out of the administrative building. The open-air training ground was bustling with activity, the students' slogans were sonorous and powerful, the instructors' voices could be heard from a distance, and the summer heat reached its peak at that moment.

Chen Zheng walked slowly to the training ground, reported to the instructor, and was allowed to join.

Instructor Aifeli is a famous fighting teacher in the school. She is a very strict female sentry with outstanding teaching performance and is assigned to Class 1.

She has short hair, a loud voice, and a heroic demeanor. During the three days of training, Chen Zheng learned a lot of technical things.

When I returned to the team, Instructor Aifili was demonstrating a new move. Her clothes rustled and the air was cut by her hand blades. It was just a short move, but it was sharp yet flexible.

After the demonstration, Ai Feili looked for the familiar figure as usual, met Ling Si's eyes, and shouted: "Third row, first from the left, step out!"

Instructor Aifili would ask Ling Si to come to the front to demonstrate most of the time. Although he also called other students, no one could perform to his standard.

The instructor asked everyone to line up in staggered rows to avoid blocking the view, and Chen Zheng stood in the last row. Taking advantage of the gaps between the students, Chen Zheng saw a familiar move.

The young man's palms were even more fierce, his figure was graceful, his shoulders broad and his legs long, and his every move was pleasing to the eye. The yellow-green uniform seemed to be designed specifically for him. Unlike Chen Zheng, the son of the Duke learned the formal ways and had practiced since childhood, which was engraved in his bones.

It is also what Chen Zheng lacks most at the moment.

After the demonstration, Ling Si returned to the team after reporting. Chen Zheng retracted his gaze and suddenly had a strong premonition.

——The students’ anticipation of being called upon by the teacher to answer questions.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and happened to meet Instructor Aifi's gaze for about two or three seconds.

Sure enough, Instructor Ai Feili reported his location accurately.

"Fourth row, third from the right, step out!"