Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Lin Fu browsed through the course materials on his light-brain.

The instructor for Class C9's psychic control training was named Gong Yuan, a male Guide with a gentle demeanor and elegant temperament. He was a rare S+ level Guide and one of the teachers responsible for the 023 cohort.

Lin Fu’s eyes lingered on the "S+" level designation, sparking his curiosity, and he began scrolling through Gong Yuan’s profile on his light-brain.

He had only intended a cursory search, but surprisingly unearthed a wealth of information.

His resume was nothing short of stellar.

Formerly the chief combat readiness Guide of the 5th Corps, as a rare S+ level Guide with exceptionally high compatibility, he could match with most Sentinels with a compatibility of over 60%. He had distinguished himself in several major battles and was considered an indispensable right-hand man to Carl during his tenure as the commander of the 5th Corps. He held the rank of Colonel.

Shortly after Carl was injured and stepped back, Gong Yuan voluntarily resigned from the 5th Corps, declined numerous offers from other corps, and followed Carl to Artemis Military Academy to become a teacher.

With a casual flip through the forums, Lin Fu could see countless posts discussing Gong Yuan, with many admirers casually citing his illustrious deeds; quite a few were his fans.

Lin Fu read through the posts for a while, and towards the bottom, people began speculating about his private life, confidently asserting that Gong Yuan’s loyalty stemmed from his affection for Carl, to the extent of forsaking a promising future to become a mere military academy instructor.

Lin Fu closed the forum, his interest in the subsequent discussions waning.

On the podium, Gong Yuan was recounting an example.

It was about an incident involving his former comrade-in-arms, narrated in a warm voice that was as refreshing as a spring breeze.

Lin Fu felt that someone like him was indeed a fine choice for a teacher.

He was listening intently, but the person next to him couldn’t contain their curiosity and gently poked his arm: "Why are you attending this lecture?"

Lin Fu glanced at him and then quickly turned away, his face expressionless.

He had been careless; Harvey had donned a hat, and he hadn’t noticed.

Albert, seeing that he wasn’t engaging in conversation, initiated the topic himself, propping his chin and looking in Gong Yuan’s direction: “I saw you looking up Teacher Gong Yuan’s information just now. You could’ve asked me. As a member of the Harvey family, I know much more than those people on the Star Network, and my information is guaranteed authentic.”

Lin Fu: I'm not that interested, really.

Albert began to boast: “When Teacher Gong withdrew from the 5th Corps, our Harvey family was the first to extend an olive branch. The teacher even stayed at our house for a while.”

Lin Fu: "......"

Lin Fu sincerely suggested: "I think you should focus on the lecture now. That way, your Harvey family can become even better in the future."

Albert's eyes lit up at Lin Fu’s veiled praise, and the few strands of platinum hair peeking from under his hat seemed to shine even brighter: “No need, our Harvey family is already glorious enough. If we continue to flourish, other families won’t stand a chance, which wouldn't be good.”

He straightened his hat, saying with restraint: “Moreover, I’m an A+ level Sentinel. Whether I attend the class or not, I’m excellent. In the future, even if I become a clerk or enter the council, I’ll be in high demand. I won't be going to battlefields or subjected to psychic attacks, so there’s absolutely no risk of my psychic power crumbling. You needn’t worry about me, pretty boy.”

Lin Fu kept a straight face: "My name is Lin Fu."

After saying this, he added: "It's fine if you don't want to listen, but I do."

Albert Harvey: "......" Fine, he shut up.

He propped his chin, glancing at Lin Fu from time to time, noticing that he was genuinely paying attention, the light in his eyes seeming to change with the teacher’s stories and emotions.

Quite fascinating.

After class, Lin Fu was called over by Gong Yuan.

Lin Fu waited for everyone to leave before awaiting Gong Yuan to speak.

Unexpectedly, he just placed his hand on Lin Fu's head, smiling amiably, "When you act, remember to be more cautious. Preventing all possibilities that could work against you is the way to go."

Lin Fu's pupils constricted slightly.

Just when he thought Gong Yuan was in cahoots with those who had kidnapped him and was on full alert, he heard him laugh as if finding his reaction amusing. Gong Yuan ruffled his hair, "Not bad. Remember what your teacher said; next time, there won't be anyone to clean up your mess."

Having said that, he slipped his hands into his pockets and sauntered off, leaving Lin Fu drenched in a cold sweat.

Lin Fu stood rooted to the spot for a long time, finally grasping the meaning behind his words, and suddenly realizing that this teacher wasn't as gentle as he had thought.

It was his oversight. How could someone with such a splendid record, who had made a name for themselves without the backing of a family, be as gentle as they appeared on the surface?

Gong Yuan's reminder made Lin Fu even more eager to learn.

It was uncertain when the Lin family would discover his attendance at the Artemis Military Academy.

Principal Carl could block the Lin family's people and shield him from all the overt attacks, but he had to be wary of the covert ones himself.

*

The schedule for Class C9 was relaxed, and the pace was relatively slow, but physical fitness always remained a significant hurdle for Lin Fu.

During the physical training class...

It was Lin Fu's first time attending this class.

He was very curious about the extent to which physical martial arts had developed in the interstellar era.

The instructor was Bazel.

Only then did Lin Fu realize that Bazel was famous for his close combat skills; he taught both the physical martial arts and mecha combat classes for the 023 cohorts of Artemis.

There was no complete set of physical martial arts instruction, nor any analysis of combat maneuvers or breakdown of movements.

It was only the simplest sparring.

A brawl.

One instructor against a group of them.

Lin Fu: "......"

On the vast training ground, a group of trainees scampered like frightened rats, pursued and beaten by the instructor hot on their heels.

Lin Fu stumbled, nearly falling as he was forcefully shoved. Lagging behind, he successfully received a kick from Bazel.

Albert, not far from him, took notice and pulled Lin Fu along to flee, dodging the instructor’s strikes.

Lin Fu, with a wooden expression, felt he had overestimated the advancements of the interstellar era.

So, was the so-called physical martial arts class actually about developing instinctive reactions and combat experience through getting beaten?

Dragged by Albert, Lin Fu had run across most of the training field, and already four or five people had been beaten to wails by the instructor.

He called out to Albert, “Stop.”

Hearing him, Albert instinctively slowed down, asking in a daze, “Aren’t you afraid of getting hit?”

Lin Fu, catching a fleeting shadow in the corner of his eye, pupils dilating, kicked Albert away and turned around, arms raised in front of him in defense.

His movement was so crisp that it even stunned the instructor for a moment.

Lin Fu immediately released his guard, wrapping his arms around the instructor’s, stepping on his knee for leverage, intending to throw him off balance.

The instructor’s moment of distraction was extremely brief, as the instinct for battle was ingrained in his bones.

His body leaned back along Lin Fu's angle, his waist powering up like a drawn bow. He grabbed Lin Fu's arm that was wrapped around his own and forcefully pried it open, counteracting the move, aiming to throw Lin Fu down and lock his throat.

Unexpectedly, Lin Fu’s reflexes were extremely fast; he instantly released one arm and counter-clamped the instructor's neck, risking arm injury to strike fiercely.

The instructor instinctively chose to free his neck, and both men fell heavily to the ground.

Albert finally snapped back to reality, rushed forward to pin the instructor down, shouting, “Quick, come help!”

The group that had been frantically running saw that the instructor had actually fallen and immediately rushed forward in unison, seizing the brief moment he was powerless to resist. Using their numbers, they pinned him down, grabbing arms and legs, rendering him immobile.

Bazel: "......"

Bazel: “Get off me, all of you!”