The week-long confrontation of the four major military schools came to a satisfactory conclusion as the bonfires went out, with regret, dejection, and sighs dominating the atmosphere. Except for young and outstanding campus commanders like Amelia and Zi Mou, life doesn't grant you the chance to start over. The soldiers could only face the future with remembrance in their heart. Perhaps in the far future, the wheel of fate would turn and converge again.

It wasn't a surprise that the Yingland Royal Military Academy emerged as the ultimate winner. However, the reputation of Wind Thunder for its perpetual poor performance underwent a shocking twist. Indeed, Zi Mou's exceptional command abilities weren't enough to reverse Wind Thunder's overall situation. It was the logistical warriors' exceptional performance in the second stage of the war, and Sir Feng's Herculean efforts to turn the tide, that led Wind Thunder to make breakthroughs this year.

According to external media, the sleeping lion of Wind Thunder might be gradually awakening. Does this presage that, in some future year, a new hegemon will be born in Wind Thunder?

In any case, based on the performance in this confrontation, the Yingland Royal Military Academy proudly won the first-class collective honor, Wind Thunder Military Academy secured the second-class collective honor, and St. Calina Special Academy received the third-class collective honor. Meanwhile, the Golden Sword Academy, perennially seen as the runner-up, wasn't prominent among the various achievements. Their honors were limited to a collective commendation.

"Damn it, the runner-up again. How many years has it been?" When the final assessment results of the military confrontation were announced, the Solar System's warriors were shocked as if hit by lightning. Students were stunned, and military officers were so infuriated that they threw their hats off. Their misery was, indeed, a grievous sight that would sadden anyone who saw it and was enough to make the sympathizers suffer greatly.

Although the soldiers felt indignant, they had to admit that the role of the first-class collective honor was indeed minuscule. Its impact wasn't even as high as that of individual third-class honors, which was rather awkward.

As per tradition, the winning school had the right to directly recruit an elite student from the other three schools. To maximize the potential of these promising talents, these future stars must attend the best military schools, where they could learn from famous instructors and access the most cutting-edge battlefield theories. This was the military's no-nonsense attitude towards elite talent cultivation.

Naturally, Wind Thunder would also be impacted by talent poaching. Fortunately, this usually targeted commanders, so it didn't directly affect Sir Feng.

The selection of elites was decided internally by the Yingland Academy. Then, they waited for the alerts from the star field for the next step— transferring classes.

Some people, some things, some memories—once experienced— are permanently etched in your heart.

Because they were not able to achieve the best results, many logistical soldiers chose to weep collectively. Some who initially didn't want to cry ended up crying due to the contagious atmosphere. The confrontation felt like a significant personal loss to them.

Sir Feng was speechless. He told everyone not to identify themselves as his soldiers when they went out because it was embarrassing. Once he said this, everyone stopped crying. But after discovering that some of them were faking their tears and that others felt more dignified crying than not, they all started laughing embarrassingly.

The more Sir Feng listened, the more disheartened he became. He wished they'd just keep on crying and pretended he hadn't spoken.

A few days later, when Hengyu returned to their alma mater, they were greeted warmly by all the teachers and students at Wind Thunder. For this military academy that was used to being at the bottom, gaining second place was a significant accomplishment.

A chubby child ran to Sir Feng, swaying as he begged for an autograph. With his naive and foolish looks, he accidentally fell to the ground. He mewled, insisting on an autograph from Athena, or else he would not get up. The faces of the logistical warriors turned green with envy.

Sir Feng quickly took out a Space Crystal to appease the chubby child, pretending to look for something. While he didn't find an autograph, he did accidentally drop a bar of soap.

Seeing this, the chubby child suddenly jumped up from the ground. With a nimbleness even an eel might envy, he hollered, "Please, spare me," and disappeared without a trace, leaving the logistical warriors laughing uncontrollably.

This fellow was indeed a gem, even though he may look a bit dandy, he was definitely one of Wind Thunder's lovable individuals.

Sir Feng could only shake his head and laugh. But then, he suddenly stopped laughing. At this very moment, Sheng Qiangwei was standing in the distance, tenderly looking at him. The beauty of the icy woman with her lips slightly parted in an enchanting smile was irresistible.

Sometimes, after piercing through a thin layer of paper, things become more natural. Sheng Qiangwei seemed to belong to this camp. After her successful confession that night, she seemed to have removed her veil. Whenever she thought of that scene where a drunk Sir Feng held her under a starlit sky and encouraged her with empowering speech, she couldn't control the budding feelings inside her. They grew stronger day by day.

She flirtatiously twirled a strand of her black hair behind her, her cheek carrying a playful smile. A natural blush spread on her face, revealing things words alone can't.

Damnit, she was still smiling. Sir Feng's heart missed a beat. The last time her soft and romantic tactics scared the living daylights out of him. This time, she has switched her tactics to acting like a gentlewoman. Sir Feng swiftly turned around and vanished like a bolt of lightning.

"Hey..." Sheng Qiangwei took a few steps forward to chase him. Although she was agile, a turtle can't outpace a rabbit, let alone a car catch a rocket. Just like that, he managed to escape successfully, which annoyed Sheng Qiangwei to such an extent that she bit her lip and stomped her feet. As soon as he's back, she'll show him— the bouquet was his idea, but now he's acting all aloof. Humph!

The rank ceremony would take place five days later. After that, as a soldier, Sir Feng wouldn't be able to return to his poverty-stricken old neighborhood. His personal freedom would be significantly restricted. Hence, he decided to treasure every moment he had now.

In the dilapidated building of the Shadow District slums, Sir Feng had just walked into the hallway when a familiar sound of footsteps reached his ears.

Guo Guo, this cute but clumsy girl, wasn't good at anything. But when it came to recognizing Sir Feng's footsteps, she was spot-on. However, she stumbled over her own feet while running. Sir Feng caught her in his arms and asked, "Have you been studying hard lately?"

It seemed that Guo Guo didn't hear what Sir Feng said. She was so overjoyed that she didn't know what to do with herself, waving her rag doll about in delight.

"Big brother, this is for you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Here, it's a gift from Guo Guo."

Sir Feng paused, focusing on the item. It turned out to be an incredibly delicate little wine jug. "So, this jug is a gift from Guo Guo?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded vigorously, "Guo Guo bought this jar with her leftover pocket money."

"Not bad at all, this jug suits my style. Thank you, Guo Guo." Sir Feng cradled his chin in admiration. Considering it was the weekend, he picked Guo Guo up and rushed outside, exclaiming, "Today, big brother is taking you out for fun."

As the storm's breath enveloped them, Guo Guo felt her body very light. Their speed was extremely fast, yet there was no discomfort from the sudden acceleration. The storm, initially terrifying, felt like a burst of warm air surrounding them. Sir Feng quickly vanished in the snowy world, carrying Guo Guo as if she was a cocoon.

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