In the darkness of night, Bai Wang’s striking white hair fluttered in the evening breeze. He sat on the flower bed beneath the apartment building, gazing wearily at the lit window of B2708, his eyes full of sorrow.
After the anatomy class ended, he had slipped away like greased lightning. He loitered in the cafeteria for half the day before sheepishly returning to the dormitory building to catch the breeze, still not daring to go back upstairs.
The summer nights in Liyue were stiflingly hot, and Bai Wang missed the dorm’s air conditioning dearly.
A tall, slender figure walked out of the apartment building. He had short, dark green hair with a streak of light green dyed across his forehead.
Bai Wang and Jiang Sen had a pretty good relationship—they were childhood friends, the kind who’d played together bare-bottomed since they were little.
Jiang Sen walked over to Bai Wang, pulled a small fan from his pocket, and handed it to him. He said, “I don’t think Jiang Yue looked like she was angry.”
Bai Wang said indignantly, “How is that not being angry? Her gaze was sharp as an awl. Did you see the way she sliced up that black ringworm? That thing’s a nightmare to cut, but in her hands it was like slicing a watermelon—every piece perfectly even. I could practically picture her biceps bulging under the hazmat suit as she put in the force.”
Jiang Sen held the fan up to his face, the breeze ruffling his elegantly handsome features, though there was a faint trace of melancholy in his expression. After spending so much time with Xiang Sui from the northeastern city, his accent had started to change. With a particularly mournful tone, he said, “So what are we supposed to do now, huh?”
“We can’t just sit out here in the cold wind forever, can we?”
Bai Wang tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, gazing up at the sky. Using the same sorrowful tone, he said, “What else can we do? Let’s just wait until lights-out before going back. Otherwise, if Jiang Yue lands a punch on me, she’ll end up kneeling in front of me, begging me not to die.”
Back in Dorm 2708, Jiang Yue was in the washroom, rinsing herself off with cold water for the nth time.
There weren’t many people around at this hour. She wore a tank top and loose shorts, splashing water over herself from a basin.
After five basins of cold water, Jiang Yue’s heart had become just as cold.
Jiang Yue didn’t want to recall that hellish moment when the worm’s thick fluids had sprayed all over her. Even though she’d been wearing a tightly sealed hazmat suit, she still felt defiled.
She felt dirty.
Unclean.
The circumstances were beyond her control. Her roommates all came from powerful, well-connected families—second-generation rich kids. What could a lone, powerless girl like her do? All she could do was quietly lick her wounds in the dead of night, nursing the pain that had etched itself into her bones.
The little fairy had always had a gentle temper. Though she was delicate and not great at enduring hardship, Jiang Yue wasn’t the type to act like a spoiled princess. Back in university, she’d gotten along well with her roommates.
So after a quick, half-hearted rinse, she pushed the whole incident to the back of her mind, even feeling like she might’ve been overreacting a bit.
As for why she didn’t go to the communal bathhouse—changing her gender identity wasn’t something that could happen overnight. Deep down, Jiang Yue just couldn’t get past that mental barrier.
Taking advantage of the empty washroom, she quickly dried herself off, changed clothes, and returned to the dorm. She hung her freshly washed clothes out on the balcony to dry.
No one knew where Bai Wang had gone. Ever since the anatomy class, he hadn’t returned to the dorm.
The military academy was under closed management—students were only allowed to go out on weekends. Most of the time, everyone stayed in the dorm, enjoying the air conditioning.
Xiang Sui lay on his bed playing with his terminal, Ku Li was at the desk immersed in a competitive game, Xi Boyu was reading a book, and Jiang Yue pulled out a grip strength trainer to work on her grip.
The day after tomorrow, they had live combat training. Jiang Yue was seriously worried about getting beaten up. The poor soft girl had always been one to talk things out rather than fight—she’d barely even argued with people before, let alone engaged in physical combat.
Just thinking about it made it hard for her to breathe.
Ten minutes before lights-out, Bai Wang finally came back. His movements were extremely quiet, as if he were afraid of disturbing someone.
At that moment, Jiang Yue, determined not to have her face stomped on during the upcoming live combat training, hadn’t gone to bed. Instead, she was in a horse stance, gritting her teeth and squeezing a high-intensity red grip strength trainer with all her might.
When the dorm door creaked open, she instinctively looked over—her eyes locking with Bai Wang’s.
Bai Wang had timed it perfectly, sneaking back into the dorm within the last ten minutes before lights-out. By now, the female Alpha should have already been in bed asleep.
He held his breath as he pushed the door open, afraid of waking her. But the moment he looked up, he was greeted by the sight of the nearly 1.9-meter-tall female Alpha standing in the middle of the dorm like a god of war, holding a red grip trainer in each hand.
Those sharp, gray eyes shot out a deathly glare, locking onto him directly.
Bai Wang felt like he was suffocating.
The red grip trainer was set at maximum strength. It looked small, but it actually weighed about 15 pounds. If it were to land on someone’s head, it would definitely split their skull open.
Her white-haired roommate had returned, but not entirely.
In that moment, as Jiang Yue looked up, she saw Bai Wang’s foot, which had been stepping into the dorm, suddenly slide backward. It looked like he was moving forward, but in reality, he had taken a large step back.
“666!” She thought. He’s got so much energy left before lights-out, doing moonwalks like that. His moves are so smooth, even Michael Jackson would be embarrassed.
Jiang Yue placed the grip trainer on the desk, then climbed up the ladder to bed, ready to sleep.
The dorm lights went out.
Jiang Yue pulled the covers over herself and put in her earplugs, settling into a comfortable position before falling asleep.
Bai Wang stood outside the door, watching the female Alpha’s smooth, effortless movements in a daze.
In reality, she had just casually glanced at him—nothing that looked like she was about to settle a score with him.
He let out a sigh of relief.
An Alpha born in the slums was no stranger to fighting. The environment there was harsh, where people would fight to the death just for a meal.
Jiang Yue, also born in the slums, stood nearly 1.9 meters tall. He had no idea how many times she had snatched food away from others. How could someone like Bai Wang, born with a privileged background, possibly stand up to such a wild, fierce Alpha? It was truly terrifying.
The night passed, and with the rising sun, another ordinary day began.
But Jiang Yue was deeply saddened, because today was live combat training.
Jiang Yue, who absolutely hated fighting and was a firm believer in peace, felt uneasy for a long time. Eventually, their first live combat training class took them to the holographic training room.
The students wore holographic helmets and lay in the holographic pods, learning combat techniques. After mastering them, they would practice against virtual opponents.
Everything was advancing with the progress of technology, and even the methods of learning were no exception.
This learning approach was highly efficient. After three hours of immersive training, Jiang Yue found herself getting thoroughly beaten up by the virtual fighter in the holographic world, her face bruised and swollen.
Left hooks and right hooks had her seeing stars. The two-step, side, and flying kicks sent her soul flying out of her body. One shoulder throw after another left her in a daze. The worst part was the virtual fighter’s headbutt—its skull was harder than a city wall, and it knocked Jiang Yue’s soul out of her body, as if her brain would spill out.
After the holographic lesson ended, Jiang Yue went into a deep depression for quite some time.
Life at the military academy had been ongoing for a while now, but Jiang Yue had never felt this defeated.
As Jiang Yue, still feeling down, walked to the cafeteria to get some food, she saw an Alpha being surrounded and beaten near the flower bed by Apartment 1.
Her vision was incredibly sharp, and with just a quick glance, she recognized the one getting pummeled—none other than Song Yang.
One of the Alphas was ruthlessly kicking his stomach, all while shouting, “You’re still trying to deny it? Those limited-edition shoes I bought—did you steal them? Everyone in the dorm has been losing things, and you’re the only one who could be behind it!”
Another Alpha yelled, “My brand-new watch is gone too, and I’ve only had it for less than a month!”
Song Yang curled up on the ground, covering his face as he endured the punches and kicks from the Alphas without resistance.
Things like this were far too common in a military academy. A place full of highly aggressive and combative Alphas was always thick with the scent of tension and violence.
The survival of the fittest. Some of the weaker Alphas became nothing more than punching bags for others to vent their frustrations.
The military academy had strict regulations, and the students were well aware of their limits—they wouldn’t allow anyone to be seriously injured, let alone endanger someone’s life. But day after day of pressure and humiliation, who could bear it?
Even Jiang Yue herself walked on eggshells, constantly fearful of being bullied.
A week later, Jiang Yue stared at the schedule, feeling a lump in her throat.
It was live combat training again, but this time the class wouldn’t be held in the holographic training room. Instead, it would take place in the vast, open training hall.
This was the moment to apply the moves learned in the holographic world to real-life combat. Jiang Yue nervously put on her protective gear, her palms sweating heavily.
The instructor for the live combat training began grouping the students.
His name was Zou Yi, a strong and imposing Alpha. With a head of dark, unruly hair and a sharply defined face, he looked every bit the part of a rugged, handsome man. A stubbled chin added to the intensity of his appearance.
“Open your terminals and draw your numbers. Those with the same number will form a team.”
Jiang Yue’s number was 4, an unlucky number in her eyes.
The instructor began calling out the numbers. “Team one.”
Two Alphas who had drawn the number one stepped aside.
“Team two.”
Two Alphas who drew the number two stepped aside.
“Team three.”
Jiang Sen drew the number three and formed a team with an Alpha from Class 2.
“Team four.”
Jiang Yue took a step forward, only to see Xiang Sui walking out from the crowd.
Some people just had that aura that immediately screamed they were tough, and Xiang Sui was exactly that type—like a northeastern tiger. The presence he exuded made Jiang Yue feel an immense amount of pressure.
Jiang Yue felt both deeply saddened and utterly despairing.
Xiang Sui, on the other hand, was full of anticipation, yet also filled with unease.
The two of them walked to the other side to form their team. From the corner of her eye, Jiang Yue saw Xiang Sui meticulously checking his protective gear.
In an effort to avoid being beaten half to death by Xiang Sui, Jiang Yue also began carefully inspecting her gear, making sure everything was securely in place, afraid that something might come loose during the fight.
Instructor Zou Yi said, “What you’ve learned on paper is always shallow. Everything you’ve practiced in the holographic world is just the basics. You must apply these fundamental techniques in real combat.”
“Due to time constraints, we’ll split into ten teams. The first ten teams will fight on stage, while the rest of you need to observe carefully. After the class, you will each write a 5,000-word analysis report and submit it to me next Monday.”
One team at a time would step onto the stage to fight.
The strength of the Alphas was truly astonishing. When they fought, it was like two wild beasts clashing. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed with a dull thud.
Jiang Yue watched, recognizing many familiar moves, and she couldn’t help but recall the painful moments when she was dominated by the virtual fighter.
After the first three teams had finished their battles, Instructor Zou Yi called out, “Team four, step up to fight.”
Jiang Yue took a deep breath, feeling like a student about to take a test without any preparation.
She and Xiang Sui bowed to each other, and as Instructor Zou Yi shouted “Start,” Xiang Sui charged toward her.
Not every “little fairy” has the courage to face a towering, muscular man, standing at nearly 1.9 meters, charging straight at her.
Jiang Yue sprinted, engaging in a chase that felt like the King of Qin running around a pillar.1a reference to a Chinese idiom, Qin Wang Rao Zhu (秦王繞柱走), which describes a situation where someone is trying to escape in a circular manner, typically in a chase, which can be interpreted as futile or a strategic move to confuse the opponent.
The advantage of long legs was that she could run fast. She dashed ahead, with Xiang Sui hot on her heels. The two of them spun in circles on the stage, leaving afterimages behind as they raced around.
It was hard to say how many minutes had passed, but in Jiang Yue’s eyes, that time felt incredibly long. Xiang Sui kept pursuing her relentlessly, and perhaps he was getting tired of the chase. Without warning, he suddenly dropped to the ground and swept his leg in a low, wide arc, aiming to trip her.
The consequences of being tripped while running at full speed were dire. Jiang Yue was sent flying through the air.
She had no idea how she managed to maintain her balance in that split second. Her mind went completely blank, all she could think of was the endless “it’s over, it’s over” running through her head like a flood of panic.
But when she came back to her senses, she realized she had landed gracefully, as if by instinct, in a perfectly controlled pose.
Jiang Yue lifted her eyes just in time to see Xiang Sui’s fist coming toward her. She quickly raised her arm to block it.
Xiang Sui threw another punch, and Jiang Yue blocked again, their movements incredibly fast—his strikes and her defenses happening almost in sync.
Each punch landed with a solid thud, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the arena, causing the observing students to buzz with excitement.
Xiang Sui shifted tactics, suddenly launching a two-stage kick. Jiang Yue used her arm to block, but even with the protective gear, she could feel the shockwave of his strength vibrating through her arm, leaving it numb from the impact.
Her arm was numb, unable to block effectively. Jiang Yue felt a wave of panic wash over her, her mind spiraling into memories of fighting the virtual figures. Desperately, she scrambled to recall the techniques she had learned, but Xiang Sui’s relentless assault showed no mercy, each move faster than the last.
Then, Xiang Sui launched another flying kick, and Jiang Yue’s left leg, which she had used to block, was also kicked numb.
At that moment, panic took over her entirely. In a reflexive act, she copied what she had seen—she instinctively jumped, delivering a flying kick of her own.
To her shock, it connected perfectly, landing squarely on Xiang Sui’s head.
As Jiang Yue landed gracefully, she looked up to find Xiang Sui lying on the ground, unable to get up.
…
Her flying kick had been so precise that it left Xiang Sui with a concussion.
The students at the military academy began to murmur among themselves, their voices filled with gossip and speculation.
One of the most widespread rumors was about class differences. Some suggested that Jiang Yue, with her background, had no respect for the privileged sons of the aristocracy, and that her brutal performance in the sparring match was a deliberate act to teach Xiang Sui a lesson, as if to warn others of what would happen if they underestimated her.
“Xiang Sui was wearing protective gear on his head, and yet Jiang Yue used that much force—how much hatred must she have had for him?”
“That kick was brutal! I was there, and I swear, I felt my blood freeze and my heart chill. The anger she must have been holding inside was terrifying!”
“She didn’t even try to engage when Xiang Sui attacked. She toyed with him, running him around the arena like a dog, waiting for him to tire out. Then, she blocked without attacking, her attitude so dismissive… Tsk, tsk, tsk!”
“Exactly! And when she finally attacked, it was that flying kick—she knocked him out cold with a concussion! Anyone who saw it couldn’t help but think, ‘That’s next-level!'”
“She’s so arrogant, really, so arrogant. Even if she’s skilled, there’s no need to humiliate someone like that. It’s morally depraved.”
Jiang Yue locked herself in the bathroom stall, tears streaking down her face as her eyes grew redder and redder.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, the sight of an Alpha with bloodshot eyes, looking like a mentally unstable, antisocial person, was terrifying. So, she forced herself to stop crying, splashed cold water on her face, and tried to wash away the redness in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Xiang Sui was lying in the hospital, and Jiang Yue’s heart felt as though it was collapsing. Every day, she cried, feeling like the world around her was crumbling.
The situation didn’t end there. Jiang Yue’s impressive skills sparked a wave of hope among the underprivileged students who had long suffered under the pressure of the wealthy elites.
And then, something absurd happened. A group began to form within the school, and suddenly, she became the symbol of this movement.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yue was seen as the guardian of justice. She was to represent the countless students from humble backgrounds, protecting the rights of their class.
It was all so absurd.
No one had asked Jiang Yue for her opinion, and yet, without her knowing, she was placed on a pedestal.
Jiang Yue found this utterly absurd.
The organizer was Song Yang. When Jiang Yue went to find him, he gave her a meaningful smile and said, “This matter is no longer within your control. Personal will means nothing in the face of collective will. You’ve offended the aristocratic students severely. If you don’t accept this position, the students from humble backgrounds won’t respect you either. You’ll become a traitor to us.”
Jiang Yue sneered, “No one can impose their will on me.”
Song Yang smiled, “But you’ve already become their hope. The aristocratic students have indeed shown some restraint because of you. There’s nothing wrong with that. We will reap great benefits from this. At the very least, you’ll never have to eat those sticky foods at the charity section of the cafeteria again.”
Jiang Yue coldly replied, “I’d rather eat those sticky foods.”
“And I’ll say it again, no one can impose their will on me. Those who try will pay the price.”
The atmosphere in the dorm was strange.
The representative of the aristocratic students was Xi Boyu, while the representative of the common students was Jiang Yue.
In the six-person dorm, five were from aristocratic families, with Jiang Yue being the only one from a slum. Unknowingly, she became the target of exclusion in the dorm, constantly facing invisible ostracism.
Jiang Yue was in great pain. She didn’t know how to interact with her roommates in the dormitory, so almost every day she would find a quiet corner in the library to read in peace.
On an ordinary afternoon, an Alpha found her.
Jiang Yue recognized him; he was a student from Class 6, also from a slum. His face was covered in blood, and there was a large bruise at the corner of his mouth.
When he saw Jiang Yue, hope ignited in his eyes.
“Some of the aristocratic students have been bullying us. I think you should do something about it.”
Jiang Yue closed her book. “I don’t want to do anything. Why does everyone expect me to do something?”
“But you’re in this position. Or do you want to get along with your aristocratic roommates and climb the social ladder in the future?”
“My relationship with them is terrible. And I don’t want to get along with anyone. I prefer being by myself. I don’t need to be some kind of symbol. In situations like this, you should report it to the police or talk to a teacher in the academic affairs office. Got it?”
Reporting to the police or seeking help from the academic affairs office would definitely be effective.
But it would undoubtedly offend those aristocratic Alphas completely, especially those preparing to join the military. It would essentially shut down her future prospects.
Jiang Yue looked down on them immensely.
In her eyes, if any Alpha dared to step on her face, she would make sure they both suffered, even if it meant dying, she’d drag them down with her.
The Alpha glared at her in anger, shouting furiously, “You betrayed us!”
“Betrayed?”
“Not joining you is betrayal? Not fighting for you and the aristocratic students is betrayal?”
Jiang Yue’s words were as sharp as a knife.
“Either way, it’s trouble. Why should I try to please the aristocratic Alphas? Why should I offend those I can’t afford to provoke, just to protect a coward like you?”
The next day, the situation spread throughout the academy.
At first, it was just that Jiang Yue didn’t want to join them, but soon it escalated to her being labeled a traitor. Eventually, the story twisted into Jiang Yue simply wanting to please the aristocrats.
The rumors grew absurd, but they caused a huge uproar among the underprivileged students.
Jiang Yue had completely become a traitor.
Now, she was in a state where both sides despised her.
At the Federal Military Academy, you can’t stay neutral; you have to choose a side. Either you’re with the aristocrats, or you’re with the commoners.
Jiang Yue lived a difficult and repressed life, so she vented her frustration by fiercely beating every opponent in the practical training.
No matter their background, Jiang Yue made sure to leave them bruised and battered.
Heh, she was just an aimless salted fish, not interested in joining the military at all. Who cares about your background? Who cares about your parents or grandparents? Just hurry up and fight me, I’m going to teach you some lessons today.
Every time there was a combat class, everyone prayed that they wouldn’t draw Jiang Yue’s name.
This female Alpha was a battle maniac, always unreasonable!
If they were unlucky enough to draw her, most students would lose their courage just facing her cold, dead-fish eyes.
Xi Boyu was a combat enthusiast, and every time he fought Jiang Yue, he ended up bloody.
The most brutal time was when Jiang Yue broke three of his ribs, while he gave Jiang Yue a concussion. The two of them ended up in the hospital for a week.
Alpha’s recovery abilities were astonishing. Despite the intense pain, Jiang Yue was discharged from the hospital in just three days.
After her discharge, the director of the academic affairs office arranged individual talks with both Jiang Yue and Xi Boyu.
Sitting together, Jiang Yue and Xi Boyu faced the director, who gave them a serious and concerned look. He spoke in a tone full of earnest advice: “You’re classmates and roommates. You might even become colleagues in the future. You’ll be seeing each other every day, so why use such excessive force?”
Xi Boyu smirked coldly, casting a sidelong glance at Jiang Yue: “In practical training, we have to give our all. To go easy on someone is the greatest disrespect.”
Jiang Yue: “…”
“Please, you really don’t have to respect me like this,” she thought to herself, tears silently streaming down.
The director of academic affairs helplessly looked at Jiang Yue.
The female Alpha stood tall, her face expressionless, her demeanor colder than ice, harder than stone.
Though she didn’t speak, her rebellious posture already made it clear—she would never compromise.
The director of academic affairs didn’t want to deal with this troublesome student at all, but upon glancing at the bandaged head of Xi Boyu, he couldn’t help but think of his terrifying background. Reluctantly, he had to talk to Jiang Yue.
He gently persuaded her, “Jiang Yue, I know you’re a combative Alpha, and I’ve been through this myself. I understand your craving for battle, but I hope you can show some restraint. What did this fight get you, besides the pain? How many classes did you miss after staying in the hospital for three days?”
Thank heavens, she missed only one anatomy class—at least she didn’t have to face those disgusting Zergs that made her sanity drop through the floor. Her gloomy sky finally saw a sliver of sunshine.
She glanced at Xi Boyu, who was staring at her with his pale blue eyes.
There was no hiding the cold malice in his gaze, like a beautiful, bloodthirsty monster.
Jiang Yue lowered her head and silently moved a little to the side, increasing the distance between them.
To others, the female Alpha only cast a brief look at Xi Boyu with her gray eyes, then emotionlessly shifted several steps away, as if trying to avoid any potential contamination.
The director of academic affairs felt a lump form in his throat.
He was fuming, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Jiang Yue, three days of solitary confinement! Reflect on your actions in the confinement room!”
Jiang Yue: ???
What in the world? What did she do wrong!?
Solitary confinement was undoubtedly the most feared punishment for any Alpha.
But right now, Jiang Yue actually needed some personal space more than ever.
The pitch-black confinement room enveloped her in darkness, and there, she cried freely, not worrying about anyone seeing her vulnerability.
After crying, she curled up in the room and slept for a long while. The confinement room didn’t provide food or water, and Jiang Yue had to endure it.
Three days later, she was released from the confinement room.
The cold and powerful female Alpha was not as haggard as people had imagined.
Her messy gray hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her cargo pants and white T-shirt were full of creases, but her spirit was surprisingly good. Those deep gray eyes, like tunnels in a canyon, were half-closed, giving her an almost lazy look.
She went to the Academic Affairs Office, where the director called her in for a private talk. With a serious tone, he said, “Jiang Yue, you need to learn to tone it down. If you want to develop a future in the military, you absolutely cannot offend Xi Boyu. You should learn to be more low-key.”
Jiang Yue felt wronged. She thought she had already been low-key enough. She quietly hid in the bathroom to patch her socks, quietly sat alone in the library reading books, almost wanting to disappear entirely.
She was about to go crazy from frustration.
When she returned to the dormitory, Xiang Sui, who had already been discharged from the hospital, glanced at her. Although the female Alpha looked fine in spirit, the prominent hump on her back had noticeably shrunk by a large circle.
“How was the taste of three days in solitary confinement?” Xi Boyu stretched one leg down from the upper bunk, his snow-white toes resting on the ladder, looking at Jiang Yue with a hint of schadenfreude.
Jiang Yue said with a hint of bitterness, “It doesn’t compare to some young master with a deep background, who even the director of the academic affairs office dares not offend.”
Xi Boyu leaned down from the upper bunk, his eyes scanning Jiang Yue’s chest, sarcastically praising, “Looks like you’re not doing too well; even your hump has shrunk a bit.”
Jiang Yue: “…”
Her ears turned red with anger as she adjusted her shirt and cursed, “Aren’t you afraid of getting a stye?”
She climbed the ladder to her bed and turned to see Xiang Sui sitting on his bed, eating a fried chicken leg. He opened his mouth wide, taking a bite of the chicken wing, not even bothering to spit out the bones.
Alphas had very strong teeth and an excellent digestive system. Not only could they eat bones, but they could even ingest a bag of nails without any issue.
Jiang Yue, now penniless, stared at Xiang Sui with her dead-fish eyes, her entire body radiating a heavy sense of resentment.
Under the female Alpha’s death glare, Xiang Sui paused his chewing, holding the bucket of chicken wings and looking at her.
They locked eyes, and after five seconds, Xiang Sui handed over the bucket of chicken wings. Jiang Yue didn’t hesitate, taking the bucket and shoveling two pieces of chicken wings into her mouth. The bucket had 20 wings in total—Xiang Sui had eaten 5, and the remaining 15 wings all went into Jiang Yue’s stomach.
From bed number 6, Xi Boyu kicked Jiang Yue’s back. She turned to look at him, and Xi Boyu handed her a foil-wrapped package. Jiang Yue, puzzled, unwrapped it and found a large piece of juicy roasted lamb chops.
She eyed him warily. Xi Boyu shrugged. “Don’t worry, no poison.”
Jiang Yue tore open the foil, not caring that it was hot, and took a huge bite of the steaming lamb. Her eating style was wild and fierce, crushing the bones with her teeth. In just about a minute, the entire lamb chop disappeared. Unfortunately, Jiang Yue was still hungry.
Xiang Sui leaned over. “Not full?”
Jiang Yue nodded.
Xiang Sui jumped off the bed and rummaged through his things, eventually pulling out a bag of jerky.
1 kilogram of beef jerky was gone in two minutes.
Her roommates stared in shock.
Bai Wang handed over some chocolate cookies, gone in an instant.
The gigantic burger that Curry gave him, gone.
The braised beef generously provided by Jiang Sen, gone.
Finally, Jiang Yue felt a little full. Jiang Sen silently poured her a glass of hot water.
“You poor thing, you must have been starving,” he said lovingly, ruffling Jiang Yue’s hair.
Jiang Yue finished her water, but suddenly felt something was off. She held the cup, watching Jiang Sen warily. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”
Jiang Sen rubbed his hands together, his gentle smile tinged with a hint of unease. “I drew you in the practical training lottery.”
“Giving someone food, accepting a favor… I’ll be careful,” Jiang Yue said.
Jiang Sen breathed a sigh of relief.
Because of Jiang Yue’s excessively violent actions, the instructor decided to pair her with Xi Boyu for their practical training session.
Jiang Yue nearly collapsed when she found out.
There was nothing she could do; just the thought of facing Xi Boyu made her nervous.
Practical training had become one of Jiang Yue’s greatest fears. She’d rather face those bizarre, terrifying Zergs in the anatomy class than deal with Xi Boyu.
But of course, things never went as she wished. The anatomy class had started dissecting larger Zergs and mutated creatures.
Some of the Zergs and mutated creatures had exoskeletons tougher than alloy plates, so they had to work in teams, collaborating with each other.
The anatomy instructor was incredibly lazy and simply assigned groups based on dorm rooms.
As a result, Jiang Yue ended up in the most unfortunate position—grouped with her roommates for the dissection.
This time, they were tasked with dissecting the blue-eyed millipede.
Millipedes—an incredibly terrifying creature.
When the first fifteen-meter-long millipede appeared before Jiang Yue, she felt bile rise in her throat, almost ready to collapse from the sheer disgust.
Especially when she noticed the millipede’s legs, covered in densely packed blue spots. Each of those spots had six wriggling blue-black tentacles inside.
“Blue-eyed millipede, highly poisonous, releases neurotoxins. The blue spots on its body are venom sacs, and the six wriggling tentacles inside each sac can spray acidic liquid that can corrode even mecha armor.”
“Of course, the eggs of the blue-eyed millipede have another interesting use. Does anyone know what it is?”
Many students raised their hands.
The anatomy instructor selected a student number on the floating screen.
A student from Class 3 answered, “The eggs of the blue-eyed millipede are used as a high-end perfume ingredient. Perfume made from it has a very powerful calming effect on the mind.”
The anatomy instructor nodded, “Correct. This student gets two extra credits. The eggs of the blue-eyed millipede are very expensive. Since you freshmen have yet to undergo systematic training in spiritual strength, losing control of your spiritual power may seem like a distant problem to you.”
“When your spiritual power reaches the S level, your mind becomes like a beast on the edge of rampage at all times; you must take time to soothe it.”
On the side, Xiang Sui whispered, “In the first year, you forge your body; in the second year, you forge your mind; in the third year, you forge your courage; by the fourth year, you’ll be on the battlefield fighting.”
The anatomy instructor used a heated knife to dismember the blue-eyed millipede.
Soon, their group received a section of the millipede’s front leg.
This leg segment was two meters long and one meter wide, covered in a dense pattern of blue circles.
With a crowbar in hand, Jiang Yue, accompanied by the cringe-inducing screeching sound, pried open the hard shell of the blue-eyed millipede’s leg.
To her surprise, the inside of the leg had already been hollowed out, with jelly-like blue transparent spheres filling the space.
A faint fragrance emanated from these blue spheres.
Jiang Yue inhaled deeply, and her drowsy brain, worn from staying up late, suddenly became sharply clear.
The anatomy instructor stood at the podium and said, “This is a parasitized blue-eyed millipede. Normally, the blue-eyed millipedes lay their eggs inside weaker members of their own species.”
Xiang Sui commented, “These eggs are actually quite beautiful.”
Xi Boyu put on gloves and carefully picked up one of the eggs, inspecting it closely.
Jiang Yue also donned gloves and picked one up, saying to her two roommates, “It looks a bit like the blueberry jelly you find at the supermarket.”
Jiang Sen sighed, “All you ever think about is food.”
Curry’s grip was too heavy, and he accidentally squeezed one of the eggs, causing the blue, viscous liquid to spill down his gloves, its texture quite strange.
The scent in the air grew more intense, and everyone’s expressions turned dreamy, as if they were entranced.
Bai Wang sighed in regret. “This egg could sell for ten thousand star coins on the black market.”
Jiang Yue glanced at him. “Your family isn’t short on money, right?”
Bai Wang pouted. “Well, spending limits are a thing now, I can’t splurge like I used to.”
Jiang Yue sighed. “This stuff is honestly disgusting. Otherwise, I’d seriously consider stealing a few to sell on the black market.”
“You probably shouldn’t,” Xi Boyu said coldly. “The Zergs in the dissection lab have been specially treated. The eggs have very low stability. If you take them out without authorization, there’s a chance they’ll parasitize you, and you’ll end up as some kind of human-Zerg hybrid.”
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152
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