Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Led by the Medical Department, members of the Combat Department slipped into one class after another across other departments.

After all, everyone wore the same uniforms and had the same appearance, making blending in way too easy.

As for how they managed to sneak in...

That was the easiest part.

Once other classes heard it was about messing with the instructors, they were halfway in already.

Then they shared their plans.

The more they listened, the more it seemed like no one’s interests were harmed—except for the instructors, who would be left scratching their heads and questioning their life choices. No one else got hurt.

So why hesitate?

Let’s go for it!

What kid doesn’t love stirring up trouble?

Especially when they’d heard one after another about incidents—lost items, damaged belongings—that had everyone on edge.

Bai Xingshu wasn’t the only one who figured out the instructors were the ones stirring up trouble.

They were scared they’d be next.

If someone took charge to rally everyone, of course they’d welcome it.

When issues arose, they passed them on to the Combat Department students who had infiltrated their classes. These students then shared the details in group chats, where they’d brainstorm fixes. Once resolved, they’d provide feedback to the others.

Oh, so that’s how the XX Department handles it.

Slowly, the freshmen started getting it—the meaning behind what the school had been trying to instill in them all along: they were one big team.

It was a powerful, unshakable confidence.

Getting chewed out for slacking might make them nervous, regretful, or guilty—but never clueless.

Everyone knew they had everyone backing them up, ensuring they wouldn’t fall.

Meanwhile, the clueless instructors began freaking out.

Huh? Where did their guns go?

Did someone actually swipe them? Oh no!!

They’d disassembled equipment parts—how had no one noticed and kept using them? Was something really about to go wrong?

Panicking, the instructors rushed around, trying to cover their tracks while maintaining a facade of nonchalance in front of the students.

Even while doing all this, they stubbornly kept up their tough act, taunting the students as weaklings—collapsing after just a few hours of running, and so on.

As time passed, however, the instructors gradually began to realize something was off.

Misplacing one gun? Maybe.

They had snatched over a dozen guns repeatedly, and not a single one could be found—that was downright ridiculous!

Someone *had* to be pulling strings—no doubt about it.

And with so many guns missing, backpacks disappearing left and right, yet the student teams remained completely calm—no chaos, no crying.

That was even more abnormal.

Of course, the most abnormal part was—

When they went back to check on the students whose guns they had confiscated… every last one still had their guns.

Hah! Not a single thing gone.

The instructors who witnessed this scene had a split-second doubting their own sanity—had they really taken these students' belongings earlier?

At this point, the jig was up.

After half a night of frustration, the instructors were both annoyed and amused. They repeated their old tricks and finally, through video records, figured out how these little troublemakers had managed to resist them.

Sitting in the vehicles at the rear, the instructors muttered, impressed: "Honestly, they look even more coordinated than the juniors prepping for the tournament."

The league format was only organized by the Combat Command Department, while other departments might as well be strangers to each other.

But this field exercise, originally just a test of students' vigilance and endurance, had somehow brought out perfect teamwork among them.

"Who’s running this op? Can you tell?" one instructor asked.

"Probably Squad S from Combat Command. I saw a few discussing it."

"I don’t think so. How could they possibly know where issues were popping up among thousands of students on the fly?"

As they debated, someone suddenly froze while reviewing the footage and blurted out, "...Wait, doesn’t that person from Combat Command look familiar?"

"Huh? You’re in communications tech—why would you recognize someone from Combat Command?"

"I’d bet my boots I’ve seen him. This one, keeping pace with Shen Geng. Can you guys see his face clearly?"

Once someone pointed it out, others scoured the footage.

After switching through multiple video sources, the instructors were speechless.

This dude was a ghost in every shot—hardly any angles captured his full face. Fortunately, they had enough recordings.

After cycling through over a dozen angles, finally, a face they all recognized appeared.

"Bai Xingshu?? Since when was he in Combat Command?!" The instructors’ jaws hit the floor.

Find one roach, there’s a nest.

Once the instructors discovered Bai Xingshu, they immediately dragged over a Combat Dept. instructor and reviewed the footage again. Sure enough, they spotted one of their own students.

—The advantage of mixed-class dorms was that once Squad S united, organizing others from Combat Command to get in on the scheme became incredibly easy.

The instructors stared blankly.

With the Combat Department fully involved, there was no doubt—the ringleader behind this whole-student rebellion… was Bai Xingshu.

No wonder it had that classic Bai Xingshu brand of chaos!!

Apart from not being a mech battle, this was entirely in the classic Bai Xingshu style!

Watching Bai Xingshu getting chummy with the Command and Combat Department, everyone's radar went off, instinctively sensing that Bai Xingshu was planning something big.

They never expected that the past joy of watching Bai Xingshu bully students from other schools would come back to bite them.

"What do we do now?"

"What do you mean? Are we, a group of instructors, really going to lose to a bunch of exhausted students?"

The instructors got fired up, their movements way more aggressive. The students, confident after multiple victories, gave as good as they got. The intense showdown had little to do with Bai Xingshu.

Bai Xingshu's perception of himself was entirely different from the instructors' perception of him.

From Bai Xingshu's perspective, he was just the one who came up with the idea.

What he excelled at was fighting, but since he couldn’t just beat up the instructors here, he was totally owning his slacker status. So, he simply chose to slip into the S-class of the Command and Combat Department.

That's what slacking's all about.

Only by doing things unrelated to his actual job could it truly count as slacking, right?

Shen Geng had initially been delighted to see Bai Xingshu arriving with the Medical Department.

But after chatting with him for just a short while, Bai Xingshu quickly drifted away, shooting the breeze with his classmates.

This was normal.

Whenever Shen Geng had worked on patrol duty with Bai Xingshu before, that's just how he rolled.

What wasn’t normal was...

Shen Geng watched as Bai Xingshu shot the shit with their classmates, edging his way from his side over to a fellow classmate named Zou Zhe.

Hell, even if they'd never met, Shen Geng would have known Zou Zhe.

It wasn't exactly rocket science.

The Zou family—one of the empire's big-shot families.

Yeah.

Zou Zhe, top-tier Alpha - and available.