A few seconds later, amid a roar of laughter, Feng Yi was completely drenched. It's said that hair should never be messed up when you go out, so, apart from his head protected well, every corner of his body was thoroughly wet.

As the instructor's face gradually cooled down, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became quiet. This silence wasn't fake, had they perhaps gone too far?

Just contemplating this, Feng Yi suddenly made a move. With a thunderous stomp, he kicked two liquor barrels into the air. Before anyone could react, he swiftly threw a dagger, which instantaneously pierced the barrels mid-flight before returning to his hand.

Boom Boom! The barrels exploded under pressure in mid-air. Everyone felt a wave of chill sweep over them as the scattered liquor splashed all over the place, even reaching the students watching from a distance.

If you're going to play, play it all the way. Whether they were here to drink or watch, no one was getting away dry, good thing Feng Yi had prepared to protect vital areas in advance. Now everyone's clothes were damp and for a moment, the girls' screams and the boys' roars filled the bar...The atmosphere reached its climax.

"Training is training, drinking is drinking. I'm not that petty. I advise to use a different method next time — but for now, let's seize the moment. Pick up the bottle, let's drain this one."

"Damn it!"

"Bottoms up!" The crowd of men and women replied in unison.

Clang, clang, ding, ding, the sound of clinking glasses echoed in the bar...

"Boss, my tiny body can't handle this much alcohol."

The guy wearing glasses was closest to Feng Yi. As he attempted to speak, Feng Yi raised his hand to stop him with the mouth of the bottle: "Just down it, we believe in you."

Titters of laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd... Even the soft-hearted Xia Xinru couldn't help but giggle.

Balun was the fastest drinker. He quickly took another one: "Boss, this one's for you." Then, he fiercely raised the bottle and drained it in one gulp.

Drinking was one of Feng Yi's fortes so he was naturally unafraid. In an instant, Feng Yi gulped down the second bottle of beer.

"Instructor, everything I have to say to you is in this cup of alcohol. After this drink, I will follow you from now on." It was Daphne's turn, expressing an unfathomable sentiment, perhaps hinting at deeper feelings?

Something about this drinking session seemed off. Was everyone trying to get him drunk? Fine, let them drink. Fortunately, Feng Yi was not too concerned.

Despite everyone downing alcohol, their admiration and respect for him were genuine. When serious, he was like a strict teacher who didn't tolerate any negligence from his students. On regular days, he was a good old friend with whom you could chat about everything. He gave off an inscrutable yet elegant vibe, not concerning himself with trivialities. The charisma emanating from within him drew people closer, wanting to pour out their hearts to him.

Elvis was unusually quiet today, simply sitting in a corner sipping his drink with a faint smile on his face. He felt as blithe as an immortal. He had given Xia Xinru a great idea — to seize the rare opportunity presented by this special occasion and pour out her feelings with the help of some liquid courage.

Her face flush with the effort of holding back, Xia Xinru could only nod continuously. Even after Elvis finished speaking, she, deflated like a punctured ball, couldn't muster the courage to take a step forward. She even found it difficult to glance in Feng Yi's direction.

At this moment, no one's attention could be held by the exciting videos of Star Wars. Everyone was immersed in celebrating the survival training. There were those arm wrestling, some gambling, and plenty of others taking off their shirts and drinking hard.

Half-drunk after numerous rounds, everyone had already consumed quite a bit of alcohol. Xia Xinru was now so drunk that she was swaying terribly, speaking in an increasingly slurred manner.

"Beauty, you're too close to me; it's a bit ticklish," Feng Yi replied, leaning away.

Xia Xinru moved another step closer, "Even the instructor says I'm a beauty. So, am I that scary?"

"Well, no… uh… cough, not at all." Feng Yi was no coward, hence he quickly straightened back up. He sat upright, yet Xia Xinru was standing, her fragrance wafting towards him. He caught a glimpse that her chest was not more than an inch away from his face. He had to admit, she was pretty well-developed.

"So, you want to challenge me to a drink too?" Feng Yi calmly replied.

"Mm-hm," Xia Xinru affirmatively replied with a nod. Although she was blushing heavily, she had gained much more courage compared to before she had started drinking. She casually asked about training-related topics without rushing to drink.

Maybe this was the only chance she would ever muster the courage to have a face-to-face conversation. Xia Xinru didn't have many friends, especially male ones. She had never considered how to interact with boys before.

Not until Feng Yi took over as the instructor did she feel this dazzling masculinity in a contemporary. His natural and charming flamboyance captivated her, leading her to want to learn everything about him.

"Instructor, why not share some stories about your time on the Colonial Planet?" Xia Xinru knew that her question sounded childish, but she also realized that Feng Yi wouldn't evade.

Feng Yi paused when he heard this! The crowd around him began to quiet down. They appeared busy but were actually all focused on the conversation between the two.

"Stories, which ones would you like to hear about?"

"Uh, like life on the Colonial Planet. I heard that it's very chaotic there with mercenaries often going specifically for training and law enforcement."

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow, "You must be talking about freelance mercenaries, right? I did work as one for a year when I was 11."

Xia Xinru let out an exclamation of awe. She had always admired the independent and dashing life of freelance mercenaries, considering them a super cool profession full of justice. She expressed her interest in hearing about such a life.

The crowd around them began listening attentively.

"Ha-ha. Freelance mercenaries form the vanguard against the local thugs on the Colonial Planet. Ever since the war with Saudi, such organizations have virtually disappeared. Their life wasn't as interesting as you might think, it was boring and monotonous. The leader only allocated 7 bullets per person per week, and once you run out, that's it. Everyone usually saves one bullet for themselves."

Feng Yi took a sip of his drink, then continued, "Their tasks were often risky, and each person had their own designated patrol area. When an incident occurred, there usually wasn't enough time to call for reinforcements, so bullets became incredibly valuable there. If you wanted to rise in the ranks, it would take time. Most people would die before they moved up. Once you survived a few years and gained experience, things would usually go more smoothly."

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