Mu Chenxing slapped a hand over his face, shoving that pudgy pie face backward. “Get lost—you’re so ugly it’s affecting me.”
Pei Yao: “……”
He straightened up and touched his cheek. “Tch, Little Star, you’re actually judging by appearances.”
Mu Chenxing’s face was expressionless. “No, I’m only judging you by your appearance.”
Pei Yao raised a brow. “I get it now.”
What do you get? Mu Chenxing eyed him suspiciously.
Pei Yao gestured for him to keep walking. “Old Yuan’s waiting for us.”
True enough—he’d gotten caught up talking to this guy. Mu Chenxing checked the time, suppressed the urge to look up info right there, and walked forward.
Pei Yao slowed his steps to walk beside him, tilting his head to stare.
Mu Chenxing noticed. “What’re you looking at?”
Pei Yao: “You actually have no idea what I look like.”
It was a statement of fact.
Mu Chenxing stayed calm. “Bad memory. Got a problem?”
Pei Yao looked thoughtful. “You didn’t know who ‘Pei Yao’ was at first either.”
Mu Chenxing was speechless. “Are you some figure from a primary school textbook? Why would I have to know you?”
“I am.”
…Fuck.
Mu Chenxing kept his face straight. “Sorry, I’m a terrible student—the kind who ranks dead last in midterms.”
—His cheek got flicked.
He whipped his head around to glare.
Pei Yao pulled his hand back, lips curving in a smile. “Little liar.”
Mu Chenxing: “……”
Gotta remember to look it up tonight—at least find out which grade’s textbook this guy’s in, so I don’t slip up later.
But Pei Yao changed the subject first. “I thought you’d prefer close-quarters combat. What made you want to try other events?”
Mu Chenxing: “Never tried ’em before. Wanna see—if I end up liking something else more?”
Pei Yao tsked. “But your close-quarters combat is gorgeous. It’d be a shame not to pursue it—”
He grabbed the incoming wrist, tone laced with laughter. “Fine, fine, dropping it.”
Mu Chenxing shook off his paw. “Talk properly.”
Pei Yao put on an innocent face. “I’ve been talking properly this whole time.”
Mu Chenxing frowned. “Don’t treat me like a kid.”
Pei Yao: “……If you’re not a kid, what are you?”
Mu Chenxing: “……I’ll be 19 after New Year’s.”
Pei Yao chuckled and nodded. “Mm, big kid.”
Mu Chenxing gave him dead fish eyes. “If I’m a kid, what does that make you? A pedo?”
Pei Yao: “……Not a pleasant topic, but from my age? You are a kid.”
The next second, he laughed again. “But in the adult world, age gaps aren’t an issue—now we just wait for your gland to mature.”
Mu Chenxing: “……I never agreed to anything.”
Pei Yao feigned shock. “What? You ate the Sell-Body Fruit and now you wanna back out?”
Mu Chenxing: “……Is it appropriate for a mighty admiral to eavesdrop?”
Pei Yao dropped the shock act, making his pudgy pie face look all aggrieved. “And here a proud student of the Alliance First Military Academy uses his future husband up and tosses him aside—is that appropriate—hey hey hey, I was wrong! I was wrong!”
Mu Chenxing expressionlessly kicked, stomped, and swung fists, flipping around to choke his neck.
Pei Yao blocked effortlessly, still looking wronged. “Going straight for the neck—such ruthless hands. I was only gone a few days, and you’re this heartless… Don’t tell me you’ve got another lover on the side? Who? Who’s handsomer, more badass than me? Little Star, look around—who’s more outstanding than yours truly?!”
Mu Chenxing: “……”
Why am I even arguing with a rogue like this?
He dropped his leg and turned to walk off.
Pei Yao chased right after. “Little Star~”
Mu Chenxing stopped and turned, threatening. “Shut up, or stop following me.”
Pei Yao: “But you told me to lead the way—”
“Anything but that!”
Pei Yao: “…”
The rest of the walk, Mu Chenxing’s ears finally had some peace.
Sure, there was this big lug circling around him, but he could ignore it.
They hurried along and finally reached the Training Hall of Near-Earth Combat Academy.
There were way more Alphas here—his Omega uniform drew countless stares.
But whether due to the surveillance cameras or the pudgy pie-faced Pei Yao beside him, not a single person came to hassle him.
Teacher Yuan Hong was waiting right at the Training Hall entrance. Before they even got close, his gaze landed on Pei Yao.
Mu Chenxing quickened his pace. “Teacher Yuan.”
Yuan Hong’s expression was neutral, just a nod—then his eyes swung back to Pei Yao.
The latter smiled, his deep voice carrying a dopey tone. “Teacher Yuan—”
“What’re you doing back?”
Pei Yao played dumb. “Huh?”
Yuan Hong shot him a glare, then told Mu Chenxing, “Follow me.” And turned to leave.
Mu Chenxing fell in right away.
Pei Yao tsked and caught up to Mu Chenxing, muttering low. “This old man’s such a pain—won’t even give me face.”
Mu Chenxing: “Then reflect on yourself.”
Pei Yao: “…”
Yuan Hong’s strides were huge and fast. He led them into the Training Hall, around two bends, to the shooting range—and the meeting room inside.
The meeting room bordered the rest area, where a bunch of Alphas training nearby were grabbing drinks and chatting. They all stood to greet Yuan Hong.
Yuan Hong waved them off and strode past.
Their eyes shifted to Mu Chenxing and Pei Yao—especially Mu Chenxing.
“Omega?”
“Isn’t that Mu Chenxing?”
“What’s he doing here?”
“Not transferring academies, is he?”
Mu Chenxing ignored it all, eyes straight ahead as he walked.
Pei Yao stayed at his right, shortening his steps to perfectly block the glances from the rest area.
At the door, Pei Yao even paused to let him go first.
Mu Chenxing glanced at him, lips pressing thin. He murmured low, “You don’t need to look out for me. I can handle it.”
No waiting for a reply, he stepped inside.
Pei Yao arched a brow, followed, scanned the room once, and with the hand behind his back, locked the door in one smooth motion.
Yuan Hong, standing by the table, glanced at him before turning to Mu Chenxing. “He’s got occupational habits—scans any new environment first. Now you can tell me: why does a first-year freshman have those habits?”
Mu Chenxing: “……”
He’s got ’em too.
But…
“Teacher Yuan,” Pei Yao cut in front of Mu Chenxing, slouching casually against the table. “This is an Omega. Why scare him?”
Yuan Hong’s gaze snapped back, frowning at him. “Scare him? I’m just asking—why’d you come back looking like that?”
Pei Yao: “Personal business. Can’t exactly waltz in all official, right?”
He nodded at his wristband. “Old Fu gave the clearance. Go yell at him first.”
Yuan Hong: “……What personal business brings you here?”
Pei Yao shrugged. “I’m following my personal business. Can’t help it.”
Yuan Hong’s eyes locked straight onto Mu Chenxing.
Mu Chenxing met it calmly.
Yuan Hong looked away, asking Pei Yao: “His talent’s that good? Worth a special trip?”
Pei Yao: “……Teacher, you’re married—you telling me you don’t get romance? He’s an Omega!”
Yuan Hong blurted in shock, “You’re hitting on students now?”
Pei Yao: “…”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
The next second, Pei Yao turned to complain. “See? That’s a rogue. I’m so pure—still coaxing you with Sell-Body Fruit.”
Mu Chenxing: “……Shut up.”
Yuan Hong: “Ahem, sorry… What flipped the switch?” The last part was to Pei Yao.
Pei Yao shrugged. “No choice—Little Star’s too outstanding. You all saw it, right?”
Yuan Hong: “……Let’s get to it.”
He turned to the speechless Mu Chenxing, serious. “I don’t know why you’re testing so many events, but Principal Fu assigned me, so I won’t say no. Whether I coach you? That depends on your skills.”
He glanced at Pei Yao. “Even with him here.”
Pei Yao spread his hands.
Mu Chenxing nodded. “Of course.”
Yuan Hong’s expression eased a bit. “I’ve seen your physique data. Stripping out the specialized ones you can’t jump into right away, you’ve got about 42 testable events. Sending them to you.”
Mu Chenxing quickly pulled up the Holo-Screen on his wristband.
“Review the rest later. Heard your shooting scores are good—we’ll test that first today.”
“Okay.”
Yuan Hong glanced at Pei Yao but didn’t bother asking if he was joining, leading Mu Chenxing out while talking. “Physique data’s just baseline. No pro training, so I’m not letting you handle live ammo yet. We’ll use sim gear today. Your static target accuracy’s solid—we’ll skip that, start with moving targets…”
With Yuan Hong there, the rest-area Alphas didn’t dare make a peep. Mu Chenxing listened while glancing sideways at Pei Yao behind him—the guy was coldly sweeping the rest area. Maybe sensing the look, he turned and threw a flirty wink his way.
A two-meter-tall hunk’s flirty wink.
Mu Chenxing shivered and snapped his gaze away.
“……Start with the lowest recoil.” Yuan Hong stopped at a machine tagged #3, tapped a few controls, then told Mu Chenxing, “Give it a go.”
It looked like their Association’s shooting sim, but probably better specs.
Mu Chenxing eyed the target field spitting out small moving boards, glanced at the Alphas on other sims, nodded, stepped up, drew the sim gun, gripped it two-handed, and focused.
Yuan Hong: “Five-meter moving targets now. Try—if it doesn’t work, we switch events—”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Mu Chenxing fired three shots in a row. Three targets halted on the field: two lit up with #3 yellow lights, one with #3 red.
Moving or static, the signals matched their academy’s rules—number showed which sim gun hit it, color showed accuracy: red for bullseye, yellow for 8-9 ring, and so on.
Mu Chenxing lowered the sim gun, asked obediently, “What level’s ‘not good enough’?”
Yuan Hong and Pei Yao both stared at the freshly cleared targets for two seconds, then whipped around to Mu Chenxing.
“That what you just shot?” Yuan Hong asked.
“You…” Pei Yao started but trailed off.
“Yep. Can we bump the recoil higher?” Mu Chenxing jiggled the stock. “Too light—feels floaty going out.”
Virtual or not, years handling guns let him feel it in one shot, calibrate in two—miss the third, time to scrap him.
Yuan Hong got a bit excited. “Sure, bumping it one level now—”
“Max shooting distance, recoil up three levels.”
Pei Yao raised a brow. “Little Star, you’re this familiar—”
He got a glare.
Yuan Hong, oblivious, tweaked the settings with rising enthusiasm. “Good, looks like you’ve got experience. No wonder…” He finished quick. “Try it.”
Mu Chenxing raised the sim gun again. Bang bang bang—six shots: two yellow, four red.
Pei Yao wasn’t even checking the score anymore, just staring outright at him.
Yuan Hong struggled to tear his eyes from the field. “You really only started two months ago?”
Mu Chenxing corrected. “Two and a half.”
Yuan Hong: “……”
He pointed at Pei Yao. “A notch below him, but your shooting talent’s killer too—no need for other tests, just focus on shooting—”
“No.” Pei Yao cut in. “No rush. Let’s test more first—Little Star, wanna try a real gun?”
Mu Chenxing’s eyes lit up. “Can I?”
Yuan Hong frowned. “He can’t handle the recoil.”
Pei Yao: “Let’s see.”
He turned to Mu Chenxing. “Live rounds hit hard—no adjusting recoil. Might hurt. Still wanna try?”
The chubby face had shed its usual sleaziness and slouch—now it just felt steady and reliable.
Mu Chenxing blanked for a split second, then jumped in. “I do. Worth any injury—I wanna see if I can adapt.”
Pei Yao “Mm”ed, eyes still pinned to his face.
Mu Chenxing shifted uncomfortably under the stare, turning to Yuan Hong.
Yuan Hong: “Alright then. Let’s go try.”
The three headed to the live-fire zone.
The training Alphas around couldn’t hear them, all quietly shooting.
Mu Chenxing picked up an empty real gun, inspecting it inside and out.
Yuan Hong didn’t rush him this time, just watched with Pei Yao. The more they watched, the colder Yuan Hong’s face grew.
Pei Yao imperceptibly narrowed his eyes.
After a long moment, Mu Chenxing finally finished handling the gun. He looked up, raising it in a standard shooting stance—his supporting hand beneath the barrel held in a professional suspended half-grip.
“Ready. Let’s start,” he said.
Yuan Hong pointed toward the target range. “Go ahead.”
Mu Chenxing let out a hum, reined in his focus, and fired—
Three yellow lights, four red lights.
As he lined up for the eighth shot, someone snatched the gun away and gently steadied his shoulder.
“That’s enough,” Pei Yao said. “One more and your shoulder’s going to pay for it.”
Mu Chenxing rolled his arm experimentally. “No big deal. I can keep going.”
Pei Yao fixed him with that pancake face of his, calm as ever. “Please trust my professional judgment.”
Mu Chenxing shot back, “Please also trust my human—”
Well, his grasp of human anatomy hadn’t even passed the test.
Yuan Hong watched him thoughtfully too before asking, “You’re awfully familiar with our training guns. You handled one before?”
“Nope, but gun structures are all pretty similar. I just felt it up and toyed with it carefully earlier to get a sense of the hand feel.”
“…Toying with it was enough?”
Mu Chenxing didn’t bat an eye. “Eh, must be talent. Felt pretty straightforward to me.”
Yuan Hong: “…”
Pei Yao: “…”
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