Chapter 13

At night had, inside the top-floor capsule, Song Chunshi quickly finished washing up, a nutrient stick dangling from her mouth. Standing in front of the one-way viewing window, she surveyed the structure of the entire training ground, habitually planning escape routes in case of an accident.

Soon, Alan came knocking.

Today, male and female students were not separated during training. They were also mixed in their capsule accommodation.

In the interstellar era, except for physiological differences, the gap between men and women had almost vanished.

The emergence of fertility centers had further freed women from the pain of childbirth. Every Imperial citizen who wanted offspring only needed to submit an application to the fertility center and provide their reproductive cells. Ten months later, they would have a child.

Marriage was no longer a necessity, so single fathers and single mothers were very common.

The authorities would monitor and track the growth of each child. If they found that the parents could not take care of them, they might deprive them of their custody and send the children to welfare institutions.

Song Chunshi had learned about this earlier and jokingly said to the system, “Here, you really have to pass an exam to be a parent.”

Since there was no significant difference between men and women, the concept of gender differences was obviously outdated. That’s why Alan was so nonchalant about knocking on her door at night.

Song Chunshi let him in. Although her capsule was considered luxurious, it was still small. Besides the bed, there was no other furniture. They ended up sitting on the floor.

Alan sat down and said, “Chunshi, I just remembered that my sister mentioned that Anton Brennan is funded by the Martino family.”

Song Chunshi was a little confused. “You mean Brennan has a backer? I taught him a lesson, and his patron will come after me?”

She knew the saying, “If you hit a dog, you’ll anger its owner.” If you hit the small one, the big one will come.

But Alan shook his head. “No one will stand up for him. I want to tell you that there are two S-rank mental power geniuses in our batch of new students, one of whom comes from the Martino family. Anton Brennan challenged you today, possibly to scout for him.”

A lackey was trying to scout for his master by causing trouble for her?

“Why?” Song Chunshi frowned. What was the logic behind this?

Alan analyzed, “Irman Martino was born into a prominent family, possesses extraordinary talent, and excels in all aspects. He has clear goals for every step of his life. I think after entering the Imperial Military Academy, he will first aim for the top spot in his year, which requires the support of his classmates.”

He looked at Song Chunshi and continued, “You are completely the opposite of him, Chunshi. You came from the bottom, with extremely poor mental power talent. You were admitted to the Imperial Military Academy because of your outstanding physical skills. Compared to him, ordinary students will prefer your image. If you were to compete for the top spot, you would be a formidable opponent. They are always used to probing their opponents beforehand. However, Irman Martino is cautious. Today’s incident was more likely Anton Brennan acting on his own.”

After hearing this, Song Chunshi could only express her admiration.

As expected of someone from a prominent family, their minds were full of twists and turns.

Even Alan, who seemed foolish before, could speak eloquently about these complex interpersonal relationships. It was clear that his family was not simple either.

Only she, who was always thinking about mining, was on a different wavelength than everyone else.

In the end, she could only helplessly complain, “I feel like a dog that got kicked while innocently passing by.”

“By the way, who’s the other S-rank mental power student?” Since she was getting information, she might as well get it all at once. She felt that Alan had a wide range of information and should know.

Sure enough, Alan said, “Her name is Wu Lanshuang. She’s the granddaughter of the Fourth Legion Commander, and the Wu family has influence in the military.”

“Hmm?” Song Chunshi’s eyes flickered slightly. It was a name similar to hers.

Interstellar humans originated from ancient Blue Star. She had read the history of ancient Blue Star. Its early development was similar to Earth’s, but its later path diverged completely. Due to the emergence of mental power, all the political entities on that planet eventually merged into one large regime.

Before the merger, there was a country called Kyushu, which had similar people and civilization to her homeland.

This Wu family should be descendants of Kyushu from ancient Blue Star.

At this time, in the building made up of capsules, someone was also mentioning Song Chunshi’s name.

“That girl’s skills are not simple. Her martial arts seem to be a completely different system than the current one,” said one student.

“It seems the videos on Starnet are real.”

A previous student scoffed, “We have to thank Anton Brennan, that idiot, for testing it for us.”

Another student was puzzled, “His actions today were a bit impulsive. Although Brennan has been getting a bit arrogant these past two years, has his brain been completely overtaken by his muscles?”

“Who knows? Maybe he was eager to show his loyalty.”

“What should we do? To be honest, I admire that girl. It’s not easy to train your martial arts to that level.”

The previous student pondered, “Let’s observe for now. If she can really bring a new martial arts training system, her value is immeasurable. We should treat her with caution.”

Similar conversations were happening in different capsules.

On the other side, after sending Alan away, Song Chunshi sat cross-legged, preparing to meditate.

The system suddenly sighed, “Human social relationships are so complex.”

Although it had been bound to a human for five years, it had been on the desolate planet the whole time. Like Song Chunshi, the system was also a country bumpkin.

On the desolate planet, those people at most fought over territory and prey, all with real fists and kicks. They had never heard of families, legions, or any of that.

“How does that saying go?” Song Chunshi scratched her cheek, “Human history is a history of struggle?”

“I think in terms of brainpower, host, you are completely outmatched.”

“Hey, hey,” Song Chunshi was unhappy, “Even if it’s the truth, you don’t have to say it so loudly, do you?”

She wasn’t delusional, of course she knew she was just an ordinary person. She hadn’t been nurtured by a prominent family since childhood, nor had she developed eight hundred tricks.

“It seems that the little fat guy is actually useful,” the system said again.

Song Chunshi rolled her eyes at it, “He has a name, you know.”

Song Chunshi understood what Alan had said, but as for countermeasures?

None.

She wasn’t cut out for that kind of struggle.

So, to avoid being taken advantage of or ambushed in the future, she decided to train even harder, using brute force to make up for her lack of intelligence.

With absolute strength, any conspiracy is just a paper tiger. Song Chunshi decided to take this as her guiding principle.

She opened her panel and checked. The progress of the “Changchun Jue” was currently at the entry level (8/40). On average, she could increase her internal energy by one point every five days of meditation. At this rate, she could reach the minor achievement level by the end of the semester.

She had no idea how astonishing this rate of martial arts progress was. Since she had no one else to compare herself to, she felt that her progress was too slow and resolved to immerse herself in training.

In the middle of the night, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out in the training ground.

Song Chunshi had just lain down and was about to fall into a deep sleep when she heard the sound. Her body, conditioned after a day of training, reacted instinctively. She immediately got up and quickly put on her clothes.

A few seconds later, the door to the neighboring capsule opened, and Alan ran out in a panic. “What’s going on? What’s going on? I think I heard a gathering whistle?”

“You’re not mistaken.” Song Chunshi grabbed him and ran towards the gathering point in their familiar kite-flying pose.

They lived on the top floor, so their journey was longer than the other students. Fortunately, Song Chunshi had observed the best route from the window earlier. She pulled Alan, turning left and right, occasionally jumping over obstacles, and quickly ran ahead of everyone.

The people behind them could only watch their disappearing backs as they chased after them.

“That… that little fat guy… he’s so lucky!” one student gasped for breath.

He didn’t have to run for his life, he didn’t have to fight for food, and he got a luxurious capsule room easily. Why didn’t he get that kind of luck?

“I want to stuff him in a sack and beat him up!”

His companion poured cold water on him, “You know his… his last name? Garcia! The Lion King of the Garcia family, his… his older sister.”

“…Damn!” That little fat guy was a professional freeloader!

The students stumbled and tumbled to the gathering point. Some had their hair sticking out in all directions, some hadn’t finished dressing, and some were only wearing one shoe.

The red-haired instructor smiled at them. When everyone was present, he leisurely said, “How did you sleep last night? I forgot to remind you, remember to get up on time tomorrow morning. That’s all, dismiss.”

“Dismiss?!”

The students erupted in a roar of confusion. They were woken up in the middle of the night to gather, just to hear that?

They looked at the instructor in disbelief. He waved his hand and said shamelessly, “What are you standing around for? Go back to sleep. Staying up late is not a good habit.”

The training ground was filled with resentment. If they weren’t weaker, this instructor would already be seriously injured.

Song Chunshi walked from the edge of the crowd towards her capsule. As she passed the instructor, she glanced at him.

Carroll coughed and touched his nose.

He didn’t want to be the bad guy, but waking up the new students in the middle of the night was a tradition. He had drawn the short straw among the instructors, so he had no choice.

He had done this countless times in the past. He used to find it amusing to see the students in a fluster. But this time, for some reason, he felt a little guilty under the girl’s gaze.