In the tranquil ward, Sheng Qiangwei was sleeping peacefully, numerous flowers placed in front of the bedside table. These flowers were sent by Zhang Xiaobo, Elvis, and the two Soy Sauce sisters, and of course, some were presumably sneaked in by Feng Yi. He always came and went like the wind, leaving no trace of his presence, carrying silent blessings. Perhaps that's all he could do for this silly girl in his conflicted state—for the Scorpio Organization was so busy these days that there was no time to think.

The clock suddenly started trembling... Feng Yi saw that the message was from the academy. Before he left, he took a quick glance at Sheng Qiangwei, then abruptly leapt from the balcony.

After a while, the door opened, and he quickly arrived at the conference hall with a communication solder. Everyone looked over, and they found that this handsome young man didn't seem as remarkable as the rumors suggested. Although he was very young, his shining eyes embodied a determination that wasn't typical for his age. But, his steadfast face revealed a hint of unstifled exhaustion.

Perhaps only Principal Weirbo knew that this acting instructor who was out early and late, often busy with training plans, couldn't get the time to eat. All his outward appearances were merely his efforts to maintain the image of an instructor. After all, that was the heart and soul of the team.

Feng Yi didn't bother with formalities. He was just a soldier without a rank and asked bluntly, "What is it?"

None expected an acting instructor to speak this way, but Weirbo didn't bother much and said, "Feng Yi, the school wishes for you to be responsible for the military opposition training for those students." Weirbo briefly explained his thoughts. In essence, it was to enhance the military literacy of some soldiers. No substantial improvement was expected, if the average military level of the current logistics soldiers could be attained, that would suffice. The time limit was one month. After a month, it would be the military conflict with the major famous schools of the Union.

Feng Yi did some thinking, then sighed slightly, "I can't qualify for this assignment."

"Is it too difficult?"

"Yes, at least I can't do it. I'd need at least 50 days." Feng Yi wanted to explain that turning an ordinary soldier into an elite fighter isn't just about time. It involves materials, some ideological work, or even a wide range of calculations. Some even require precise calculations related to the soldier's biological clock. He would need the help of an AI named Eggy to accomplish all these.

Weirbo reluctantly nodded, "Alright, I respect your decision."

The meeting room fell silent after Feng Yi left. Even if they threw the logistics department into the military conflict, it wouldn't cause much commotion. The military conflict was a complex project. On average, 3000 freshmen from each school would attend to test the standards of every school. Those 3000 represented the elite students of all positions. Excluding the officers on duty, there were about 2700 ground combat troops. Including 400 staff from the Sky Network, meaning there were only about 400 soldiers in the logistics department that could help. The remaining 1900 had to be selected from the current students.

Military opposition served not only to evaluate the educational standards of the major schools but was also the best means of recruiting talented individuals from all fields. However, with the outbreak of war in recent years, many promising talents have chosen to join other famous schools for steady growth. This had resulted in a vicious cycle for Wind Thunder.

Despite the numerous fresh troops the recruitment had brought, it couldn't change the overall situation. The majority of these people were midway students who hadn't studied at the affiliates. If there isn't a significant reshuffle, if the living conditions in the Shadow District are not improved, then no matter how much fresh blood is injected, it'd be in vain. Their living environment was sure to lag far behind from the starting point.

People like Sheng Qiangwei, who graduated from Wind Thunder Affiliated Academy, or Xia Xinru, who had been obliged to serve for two years, were exceptions. Most people were like Balun, who were used to idling around in the Shadow District and had nothing to do, or like the two Soy Sauce sisters who were homeless after moving from Big Macs.

Weirbo was reluctant to see a military school with a history of hundreds of years gradually declining. If possible, having Feng Yi rooted in Wind Thunder might not be a bad thing. But Grand's idea was also sensible. As the saying goes, heroes are made by the times. He could see Feng Yi's efforts and knew that his outstanding military talent has surpassed his peers. Perhaps the battlefield is the final destination for that child—but he doesn't want Feng Yi to be a cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Weirbo had tried to talk to Feng Yi several times, hoping that he could put aside his unrealistic ideas and start from a junior officer. Given Feng Yi's abilities, it would be best if he could become a commander who decides the outcome of a battle from a thousand miles away.

During the last revision of the training plan, Weirbo could see Feng Yi's remarkable perception. Moreover, in the daily military exercises, Feng Yi revealed his talents in command. Though his troop deployment was still immature, he always surprised them with unpredictable enemy engagements, which deeply troubled the other military strategists.

In every exercise, that kid Feng Yi never won. In the end, he stopped participating at all—but after Feng Yi left, those victorious strategists always had a strange feeling of being bullied. They only won because Feng Yi lacked experience and mismatches in tactical deployment. Feng Yi often responded to their attacks in surprising ways, sometimes putting them in precarious situations, but often reaping huge benefits. This kind of thinking that breaks from conventional game theory is what a common commander lacks.

Weirbo suggested that Feng Yi consider it, but the kid not only refuted the offer but also complained that it was a trap. After being defeated several times, he refused to step into the war game room again. Now, whenever there is a war game class, he, as an instructor, wouldn't even step foot into the room. Perhaps this was just personal ambition? Pathetic and regretful, he really was a waste.

In reality, defeat wouldn't crush Feng Yi. On the contrary, failure only fueled his interest. Still, it must be said that the war game was taxing mentally. Every time after the war game, Feng Yi always felt drained. There was no energy left to deal with the students' training work. He just wanted to have a good night's sleep. As for winning from miles away, he simply couldn't consider it.

Feng Yi's dreams were not that complicated. He yearned for freedom and traveling the universe was one of his goals. But reality was cruel. The shackles he wore were always there, always restraining him. As for what he should do or shouldn't do, the growth of a person involves many uncertainties. Feng Yi had never thought about how many years this war would last. Perhaps he would die a negligible death on the battlefield, or maybe the war would end soon. Regardless of the outcomes, he never thought about becoming a commander, reducing soldiers' lives to mere numbers conjured on a light screen.

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