Chapter 110

Chapter 110

When Bai Xingshu and Lin Lie chose to stand near the back of the group, Bai Xingshu had already begun to realize why their Combat Department was positioned near the very back of the entire formation.

For their Combat Department, it was easy to laugh it off and be confident they could endure this level of training to the very end.

But what about the other departments? Could they all make it?

Would those who couldn’t keep up and gradually fell behind simply be left behind?

That was obviously impossible.

The military wasn't some disorganized mob—unity, support, and assistance were absolutely indispensable.

The intercollegiate tournament they would face in their junior year wasn’t something where departments only started getting to know each other at the last moment.

If this training was meant to convey that meaning…

Bai Xingshu turned to look behind him.

Their Combat Department’s S-Class wasn’t the very last in the formation. Behind them was a smaller group, only about a hundred strong.

Which department was this?

Bai Xingshu was curious, so he asked.

Everyone knew Bai Xingshu.

The people behind him had noticed him long ago, but they never expected Bai Xingshu to talk to them.

The person hesitated for a moment before giving a flustered reply, “We’re from the Medical Department. Do you need any help?”

The automatic medic's response made him feel a little embarrassed.

The march had barely started—there was hardly any need for medical assistance yet.

He'd just blurted out something pointless.

Bai Xingshu, however, didn’t care if it was unnecessary. The fact that the other person could throw out “Do you need help?” showed what a kind soul they were.

That's the medical spirit!

And the mention of being from the Medical Department also made Bai Xingshu realize what all those strange metal devices in their luggage were for.

So they were all medical equipment.

Bai Xingshu was even more impressed.

“I don’t need help, but you…” Bai Xingshu’s gaze shifted to the other’s luggage. “Need help with your gear?”

“You'll need your strength for patients later, right? It wouldn’t be good if you ran out of stamina by then.”

The person Bai Xingshu had approached was about to refuse on instinct, but the second sentence made them think twice.

After hesitating for a few seconds, they still didn’t agree. “Maybe I'll take you up on that later.”

“Alright~” Bai Xingshu didn’t push it. As he ended the quick chat, he threw in cheerfully, “Just holler if you need me!”

After the chat, Bai Xingshu turned back around, only to find the entire class in front of him turning as one to gawk at him.

Stare—

Bai Xingshu: "?"

"Do you guys not look ahead while running?" Bai Xingshu exclaimed in shock.

His classmates ignored his remark, gazing at him with gloomy resentment. "Deputy, you’ve moved on so quickly..."

Bai Xingshu: "??"

Nonsense! There aren’t any elite Alphas in the medical department worth pursuing. If there were, System would’ve been all over that by now.

Since there are no elite Alphas, what "affections" could there possibly be?

Fortunately, his classmates quickly added, "So you act this way with other classes too?"

"Of course not! How is it the same?" Bai Xingshu protested indignantly. "I’m nice to other classes—I beat you guys up! How is that the same?"

The S-class students: "..."

Now they were even more crushed.

Suddenly, they understood how their squad leader must feel every time he sees the deputy chatting with them.

So they began accusing Bai Xingshu of favoritism, then shifted to asking about his temp work at the police station. After a while, they started talking about Lin Lie helping his brother and what had happened there.

Soon, the conversation veered again—this time to cool places to visit and where to get good food.

The medical students watching from behind were kinda jealous of their class’s vibe. Noticing their expressions, Bai Xingshu easily pulled them into the chat, asking about their medical studies.

Meanwhile, at the front of the Combat Department's A-class, Zhao Gao—who was familiar with Lin Lie—brought up the rear, occasionally throwing shade at Lin Lie, keeping the mood light.

But as they ran, over an hour passed, and the Combat Department students grew surprised.

Surprised that the med students were keeping up just fine.

The two classes had grown somewhat familiar through their back-and-forth banter. Hearing the S-class's astonishment, the medical students chuckled. "Try hauling classmates around all day—you’d be fit too."

The military medical department focused primarily on surgery. Surgeons dealt with amputations, scalpels, and a whole toolkit of procedures—they were naturally strong. And this was a military academy, after all.

Their mandatory training even included drills on evacuating wounded soldiers under fire.

Meanwhile, the Combat Department mainly trained on mechs and weapon systems. They were the ones grinding through pure PT!

Cue the tears.

As the medical students aired their complaints, the Combat Department students chimed in with their own gripes about coursework.

Weirdly, it worked.

Bai Xingshu thought things would get messy.

After all, this march was meant to be a 'get-your-head-straight' drill. If it was just running until the end, what focus were they supposed to find?

Apart from a few sprained ankles and stomachaches requiring help from the medical team at the rear, the whole thing was a breeze.

Next thing they knew, break time rolled around.

Out here, roughing it was the norm. They crashed wherever they could—nobody gave a damn about dirt when wiped out. Many simply lay on the ground.

Three hours of continuous long-distance running—only a freak wouldn't be exhausted.

However, the Combat Department and the medical department were relatively better off. Everyone still had the energy to sit, drink water, and eat to recover their strength.

Bai Xingshu was naturally in the best condition. His breathing was only slightly heavier. After eating something, he habitually gave himself a quick massage to relax his muscles. Midway through, his movements suddenly paused.

In his perception, a metal object was moving suspiciously.

That metal object was the firearm that Combat Department students were required to carry.

Like how medical students had to bring medical equipment.

At this moment, everyone had definitely put their belongings on the ground. No one would pick up a weapon that had already been set down.

Bai Xingshu looked in the direction of the anomaly.

Unexpected, yet somehow not surprising.

Judging by the attire, it was their Combat Department instructor.

After touching one of the firearms, Bai Xingshu watched as the instructor walked off casually, unnoticed.

Bai Xingshu: ":"

"What's wrong?" Lin Lie asked.

He had always been accustomed to paying attention to Bai Xingshu, so this unusual reaction naturally caught his notice.

Bai Xingshu said simply, "Someone from Class C lost their gun."

Lin Lie paused to think, then frowned slightly. He picked up his communicator and dialed. A few seconds later, Bai Xingshu heard a frantic voice from Lin Lie's communicator.

"Boss! My gun's missing!!"

Lin Lie was both class monitor and dorm leader. He: "..."