Upon hearing this, Leilos exclaimed in surprise, "How can you possibly learn so many subjects? Are they crazy? Don't they treat you like a human being?"

At the First Military Academy, a person can apply to a maximum of four departments. Now, he's being asked to apply to more than four more departments. He's a person, not a robot that can be oiled, refueled, powered, repaired, and tinkered with tirelessly.

What are the teachers from all departments thinking? Why did they only target him? Are they not planning to treat him as a human being and instead mold him into an all-around combat robot?

Bo Jichen exclaimed, staring longingly at Lei Luosi. He knew exactly how to manipulate Lei Luosi's heart, making him feel soft and sorry for him: "They're not crazy. They're right. If you want to follow in your brother's footsteps, if you want to be your brother's right-hand man, your brother's sword, your brother's marshal, you have to know everything and understand everything."

"We must be tough, using the most professional knowledge, the strongest tactics, and the hardest punches to crush everyone. Only soldiers who know everything can have more opportunities to go to the battlefield, take on more missions, be promoted faster, and get to my brother's side as his marshal more quickly."

“My brother will be at the First Military Academy for only four years. After that, he will return to the palace and once again handle government affairs and govern the country as the Crown Prince.”

"As for me, even if I received assignments and did military work during my four years at military academy, after four years I wouldn't even be qualified to be a bodyguard by my brother's side, let alone enter the military headquarters."

"So, as an orphan who has nothing, if I want to quickly go from being a military academy student to being by my brother's side and quickly enter the high-level military of the capital star, I must know everything and have military merits. Only then can I have a place by my brother's side and have a voice in the military to help him!"

"Therefore, I have promised all the professors in all departments that as long as they can guarantee that the department they enroll me in will not conflict with the department I am studying, I will attend their classes and listen to their lectures, and I guarantee that I will be at the top of every department and get first place!"

Relos's heart softened instantly, filled with both heartache and self-reproach. Eight years ago, he lost him, and he went to great lengths to come to his side without hesitation. In order to stand by his side openly and honestly, and to give him a voice, he was willing to study a subject he didn't like.

He seemed to know the royal family's predicament, that the great nobles, the council of elders, and the council of councils were squeezing the royal family in every way, gradually diminishing the royal family's voice.

The royal family has to consult with the high nobility, the council of elders, and the council before making any decisions. If they all disagree, the royal family has no recourse.

Leilos's lips twitched, his heart filled with mixed emotions, leaving him momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say to express his feelings at that moment.

He had no idea how lucky he was to have such a person enter his life, whose goal in life was to be his sword, his marshal, his right-hand man, and to stand by his side.

Bo Jichen took in Lei Luosi's expression and mentally gave himself a thumbs up, praising himself for becoming increasingly good at talking nonsense.

Look at Lei Luo, look at him, he must be incredibly moved, his heart is probably filled with thoughts of how good and wonderful he is!

Oh dear, he's so incredibly clever, absolutely brilliant. Nobody can compare to him. This little human is just throwing himself at you, it's so easy to win him over.

After a long, long time, Leilos said, "Little darling, you don't need to make yourself so tired. I believe you will come to my side and become my marshal!"

Bo Jichen smiled suddenly, his smile as bright as light. "I also believe that I will walk back to my brother's side, just like I did eight years ago when we separated and it took me eight years to walk back to him."

"However, I want to stand by my brother's side and become his marshal by relying on my real skills, knowledge, and military achievements."

Looking at his smile, Leilos felt as if he were a ray of light, a ray of light that had forcefully pierced through his life, so bright and dazzling that he was filled with anticipation for him to become his marshal in a few years, and what kind of light and miracles he would create for him.

Night falls, and all is quiet.

Leilos suffered from insomnia again and couldn't fall asleep.

The person next to him was sleeping soundly, clinging to his arm.

He didn't dare move, lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, then turning his head to look at him.

Again and again, in the darkness, many, many trips.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, Bo Jichen rolled over and got up.

Leilos was startled and quickly asked, "Little darling, did you have a nightmare?"

Bo Jichen knew that he wasn't asleep, and neither was it. Suddenly, it thought of something, so it got up and said to Lei Luosi, "Brother, I've got it. The mecha manufacturing department of the First Military Academy is the best among all the manufacturing departments in the Troya Empire."

"The mecha manufacturing department is expensive. In addition to the school providing the basic parts, you also need to buy them yourself. You are the heir to the empire, so you have money. Go and enroll me in the mecha manufacturing and maintenance department tomorrow."

"Or you could sign up for one too, take notes or something, and we can look at them together."

Hearing this from the darkness, Relos asked with confusion, "You've studied so many disciplines, and now you want to learn mecha manufacturing and maintenance? Where do you find the time?"

Those who study mecha manufacturing and maintenance are mostly children of noble families, elders, council members, and wealthy families. As Bo Jichen said, the mecha manufacturing department is a money-burning department.

Some parts, like a small screw, a small iron block, or a small energy stone, cost me tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, or even millions of star coins. My family's coal mine simply can't afford to teach this profession.

“I’m busy, but you are.” Bo Jichen sat on the bed and looked at him: “Brother, the First Military Academy has 2,000 freshmen and more than 20,000 to nearly 30,000 seniors.”

"The Department of Mecha Manufacturing and Repair doesn't necessarily admit only the rich; some may not even have money. The purpose of enrolling and learning here isn't to actually learn, but to find true geniuses in mecha manufacturing and repair."

"The Empire's mecha manufacturing industry, whether civilian or military, largely relies on imports. They praise imported products highly, while always believing that domestically produced ones have extremely low safety levels."

"This shows that we need a genius... a gifted talent in mecha manufacturing and maintenance. Where is this talent? To a large extent, it is in the mecha manufacturing and maintenance department of the First Military Academy."

"Of course, it might not be the First Military Academy, but the Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, or Seventh Military Academy. In that case, you should use your privilege as the Crown Prince to find a suitable opportunity in the future to hold a mecha manufacturing and maintenance competition, so that the talent pool can be controlled by you."

"Only by keeping talent in your own hands, and only by ensuring their loyalty, can you, as the Crown Prince, hold your head high before the council of nobles, elders, and the military, and have more say and decision-making power when you inherit the throne!"

Leilos could hardly believe it. The person he hadn't seen for eight years had actually learned about his situation just to come to his side and understand him.

Even though his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he still couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, and he couldn't imagine how much suffering he had endured to get to him.

He knew that from now on, as long as his little darling did not harm the empire or the people, he would give him whatever he wanted.

Leilos said to Bo Jichen, "Okay, I'll report it tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Bo Jichen gave himself another thumbs up. To win over an imperial heir, one must start with the very things that give him a headache.

If something can alleviate his headaches, he will look at him with new respect and think he is a good person, not a scoundrel.

Bo Jichen lay down again and urged Lei Luosi, "Brother, go to sleep. Starting tomorrow, we'll get up at 5 a.m. to run and build up our strength."

Leilos couldn't sleep at all: "You go to sleep first, I'm going to make a call."

Bo Jichen obediently replied with a "okay," and didn't forget to urge him to hurry up.

Relos assured him it would be soon, then got up, left the room, closed the door, went to the hall, closed the hall window, turned on the quantum computer, and found His Majesty the Emperor's communication number.

His Majesty the Emperor was still working, his brow furrowed as he dealt with state affairs. The presence of powerful nobles, members of the Elder Council, and members of the Council of Representatives—all wealthy and influential—made him hesitant and unable to govern the empire with decisive action.

Because of their obstruction, when they encounter good things or opportunities for fame and fortune, they swarm around like flies to meat or dogs to bones, claiming that they deserve some credit.

If any decision was wrong and caused dissatisfaction, it was all blamed on the emperor, who was said to be incompetent, and the entire royal family was said to be incompetent.

He was tired of the high nobility, the council of elders, and the council of ministers, but there was nothing he could do. They controlled rare mineral resources and 70% of the empire's wealth.

The royal family... has no money, no real power, only one heir, and no capable assistant who can suppress everyone and provide them with comprehensive support.

The Empress, carrying natural food, walked in with a dignified and gentle demeanor and a smile on her lips, saying, "Your Majesty, please rest. I have good news for you."

His Majesty the Emperor put down his pen, turned off the wireless projection screen in front of him, rubbed his temple with one hand, and looked at the Empress: "What good news?"

The Empress put down the midnight snack, turned around and came behind His Majesty the Emperor. She stretched out her hands and massaged His Majesty's temples gently and slowly, which greatly relieved His Majesty's fatigue.

She gazed at the Emperor's graying hair, her gaze inadvertently brushing against the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and said in a gentle, soothing voice, "Your Majesty may guess."

His Majesty the Emperor exhaled, leaning slightly back in his chair, and followed the Empress's words, saying, "Was it the Crown Prince who contacted you, or...?"

Before His Majesty the Emperor could finish speaking, his communicator rang.

He looked up and saw it was his heir, his son. He turned on the communication, put it on speakerphone, and connected the call.

Relos's respectful and direct voice came through the communicator: "Father, good evening. I have something I would like to report to you and seek your opinion on."

It was 10 p.m. when he called to ask for his opinion. His Majesty the Emperor raised his hand slightly. The Empress did not massage his temples but sat down to the side and said nothing more.

His Majesty the Emperor said, "Speak."

Relos, speaking through the screen, began to say that he wanted to master the mecha manufacturing industry and use his four years of schooling to build a huge group belonging to the royal family and loyal to the royal family.

Relos was speaking, and His Majesty the Emperor was listening, occasionally asking questions. Their late-night conversation lasted for more than half an hour before they hung up.

The Empress kept watching His Majesty the Emperor, listening to the conversation between father and son. Seeing his relaxed expression and hearing his son's understanding and clear thinking, she felt very gratified and happy.

After their call ended, the Empress got up and walked to the table. She took out several sheets of paper with writing and pictures from her personal storage device and placed them in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Your Majesty, our Crown Prince is very sensible. On his second day of school, he gave Your Majesty such a big surprise. This is the second surprise I have given Your Majesty today."

His Majesty the Emperor was sometimes overwhelmed by the pressure from the Council of Elders and the Council of High Nobles, while his children were constantly thinking of rebelling against them, of the royal family regaining the initiative and all real power, and of making the entire empire a unified voice instead of a three-way power struggle.

His actions and plans made him, as a father, very gratified and happy. He felt that his son, if he were to become the monarch in the future, would surely surpass him and lead the Troia Empire to a new level, making it a powerful nation.

The Empress then said there was a second surprise today, and the second surprise was placed in front of him. His Majesty the Emperor did not think there could be any surprise greater than the one his son had given him.

But the Queen had already said it was a surprise and had placed it in front of him. He reached out, picked up a few pieces of paper from the table, and began to look at them.

Upon seeing this, His Majesty the Emperor abruptly stood up, his pupils constricting. He frantically flipped through the papers, examining them repeatedly. Holding the papers up, he stared at the Empress in disbelief: "Empress, is this real? Is this really true?"

The Empress stood at the table, dignified and elegant, gentle and virtuous: "Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor, our second child has been successfully conceived in the nursery."

"He is perfect in both genes and mental strength. His body is even stronger than our Leilos was when he was a child. The Gene Infant Training Institute says that our second child is the strongest child in the history of the Gene Infant Training Institute."

His Majesty the Emperor, holding the detailed information about his second child, turned from his desk to the Empress, grasped her hand, and couldn't hide his excitement: "This is a great thing, a truly great thing! With only one heir, not only is Relos under a lot of pressure, but you are under pressure, I am under pressure, and the entire royal family is under a lot of pressure."

“Now there is a second heir, a boy, a strong boy. If one day we are gone, at least Relos will have a relative, at least someone to accompany him, and he won’t have to face the wolves and tigers, the menacing villains, alone.”

The Empress grasped his hand in return: "Yes, the child is already six months old. In three more months, we can bring him home. Then, Relos will have a younger brother, and the Empire will have a second heir!"

His Majesty the Emperor saw in the documents that there were 6 months left, and after hearing the Empress say that they could be brought back in another 3 months, he pulled the Empress along and said, "Come on, let's go to the Genetic Infant Clinic and see the child."

Every year, His Majesty the Emperor and Empress go to the Genetic Infant Clinic to raise their children. Over the past ten years, apart from Relos, every time they have raised a child, there have been major genetic problems, a lack of mental strength, intellectual disabilities, or significant defects such as limb problems.

For more than a decade, there has been no second healthy child. His Majesty the Emperor went from anticipation to numbness, and apart from the annual routine of raising the child, he no longer inquired about it.

The Empress has been overseeing this case. The pregnancy was successful, and the Empress has been paying close attention to the data and the child's health. Only after six months, when all of the child's basic energy data were stable and exceptionally strong, did she come to tell His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, compared to His Majesty the Emperor's excitement, the Empress was much calmer and reminded His Majesty the Emperor: "Your Majesty, it is already 11 p.m. The Gene Infant Breeding Center is closed and visitors are not allowed."

"Tomorrow morning, at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll go with you to see it..."

"Oh, right, right, right." His Majesty the Emperor stopped in his tracks, slapping his forehead. "Look at my memory. When I get excited, I forget everything."

"I should call Relos and tell him he has a younger brother. Yes, yes, I should call and tell him, to make him happy..."

For over a decade, His Majesty the Emperor had believed he had only one heir and had no hope of a second successor. Now, suddenly, a second successor appeared, and he was as excited as if he were a father for the first time, eager to tell everyone he knew.

But he also knew clearly that unless the child was brought back to the palace from the genetic breeding center, he could not announce it to the public.

Too many people are watching the royal family, hoping there will be as few heirs as possible, and hoping the royal family will be isolated and helpless, without any more helpers.

Everyone likes and wants power, especially those who are just a little short of the pinnacle of power. They yearn to reach the top of power and be free from the constraints of anyone.

Just as Lei Luosi got into bed, Bo Jichen once again wrapped his arm around him. This was the second time they had shared a bed, and unlike the first time, he wasn't stiff. He adjusted his sleeping position and was about to go to sleep when his communicator rang.

He raised his wrist and saw it was his father. He sat up in bed, turned on the light, got out of bed, went outside, and connected the personal terminal.

Bo Jichen: "!!!!"

Who is this bastard? Nobody was holding his hand at night, and he was allowed to make random phone calls to other people. That's outrageous!

Bo Jichen, like a little fool, like a perverted little pervert, sniffed the blankets that smelled of Lei Luosi and rolled around a couple of times on his two-meter-long and one-and-a-half-meter-wide bed.

After turning over twice, upon hearing his footsteps, she immediately lay down properly like a good child, holding the blanket and peeking out her eyes. She was just about to pretend to be good and ask her brother who had called her.

Unexpectedly, Leilos came in beaming with joy and excitement, exclaiming, "My little darling, I have a little brother! I have a little brother!"

Seeing the mix of joy, excitement, vigilance, and defensiveness on his face, Bo Jichen felt a sudden surge of crisis. He sat up abruptly, immediately becoming like a child about to be abandoned, timid and hesitant, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm: "Brother has a younger brother now, I'm no longer your favorite little darling?"

Leilos's happy and excited expression froze, and a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes. He was so sensitive. Seeing him so happy and hearing him announce that he had a younger brother, he would definitely overthink things.

Leilos immediately comforted him, "No, you are still your brother's favorite little darling."

Bo Jichen stared at him expectantly: "Really?"

Leilos assured him, "Really, Xiaoguai is Xiaoguai, and your younger brother is your younger brother. You two are equally important, and your older brother loves you both equally."

Bo Jichen: "!!!!"

Where did this brat suddenly appear from?

Does she even deserve to be liked alongside him?

If I see him again, I'll definitely teach him a lesson.

"Alright then." Bo Jichen deliberately sounded a little unhappy, pretending to be strong: "Let's go to sleep quickly, we have to get up early to run tomorrow morning."

Lei Luos agreed, turned off the light, got into bed, and had Bo Jichen holding his arm in his arms. He had met Xiao Guai at school and learned that Xiao Guai had a younger brother. Good things had happened one after another these past two days.

He was very happy and joyful, so happy that he had some insomnia again. He couldn't sleep, and Bo Jichen couldn't sleep either, so they talked to him.

He deliberately spoke to him, which directly opened up the usually taciturn Crown Prince Leilos of the Empire. He began to talk about his father and mother's expectations for their children, and how he hoped to have a younger brother or sister...

Bo Jichen kept talking and talking, like a good listener, listening attentively and occasionally asking questions to elicit more information from Lei Luosi.

They chatted until after midnight. When Bo Jichen saw that Lei Luosi was yawning and still very excited, he gently moved his hand to put Lei Luosi to sleep.

Leilos fell into a deep sleep, and Bo Jichen, that shameless dog, clung to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Not only did scales sprout all over his body, but even his legs transformed into blue dragon tails, pressing down on Leilos's legs under the covers...

Leilos was completely unaware of this. At 5 a.m. sharp, he woke up to find himself alone in bed, with Bo Jichen nowhere to be seen.

He got up and called out, but no one answered. He went to the living room and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, which wasn't closed properly. Only then did he feel relieved and returned to his room. He changed into army green knee-length shorts and an army green short-sleeved shirt, and folded the blanket neatly.

When Bo Jichen came out of the shower, he found that Lei Luosi had cleaned both bedrooms. He showered Lei Luosi with compliments and kept urging him to finish brushing his teeth and washing his face.

He diligently brought him water and nutritional supplements, but Leilos didn't feel that he was being attentive. He just felt that he was being a bit lazy, felt guilty, and felt sorry for his thoughtfulness.

He's clearly older than him; he should be taking care of him, not the other way around. He should get up earlier tomorrow to take care of him.

After the two finished drinking water and consuming the nutritional supplements, they left the room, went down to the dormitory, warmed up as they walked, and went to the playground to start running.

The track is 400 meters long. Besides them, there are also some older students who arrived early, both boys and girls, quite a few of them, all dressed the same as them, running.

After they finished their 5-kilometer run, before they even returned to their dorm, they had already topped the trending list on the First Military Academy's internal forum.

The First Military Academy's internal forum is entirely registered with real names; anonymity is not allowed. As soon as the video of two swift young men running appeared, the most frequent question from both upperclassmen and new students was: "OP, OP, what time did the Crown Prince appear, and on which parade ground?"

"Same question + ID number, go for a chance encounter tomorrow morning, go for a run with the Crown Prince, develop feelings over time, and become the Crown Princess."

"Hey OP, do you have any more hidden videos? Post them now! If you can't share them outside, you can share them on this forum."

"Yeah, yeah, to keep it a secret, the school's handsome guys can only be shared within the school. Don't keep them to yourself, hurry up and bring them all out."

"OP, OP, I don't want the Crown Prince's video, I want the video of that freshman second-ranked Bo Jichen. He's so handsome, he has the heroic spirit of a man and the gentleness of a woman."

"His face doesn't look feminine, nor does it have much of a masculine sharpness. And those purple eyes, my goodness, they're practically one of a kind!"

"Is it because the Crown Prince's dark eyes are unattractive, or is it because of his status? Why do you only see the person next to him and not the Crown Prince?"

"By the way, what department did the Crown Prince apply to? Is it possible for us freshmen to be in the same department and class as him?"

"You people, you can't resist handsome guys, but you don't even think about what they're doing before school officially starts. They're running, they're exercising, they're getting stronger and stronger."

"Good heavens, you people, your grades aren't as good as theirs, and you don't even know how to study hard. Of course, that's not the point. The point is, the First Military Academy is only so big, less than 10 parade grounds, and you're actually asking which parade ground it's on?"

"Intelligence Department, Espionage Department, Traceability Department, Information Department, are you all fed garbage nutritional supplements? Are you blind? Can't you even tell which playground we're on?"

The moment that soul-searching question was uttered, the forum fell silent; everyone scattered, both new and old students.

Bo Jichen and Lei Luo returned from their run, took showers one after the other, organized their books and categorized their notebooks, and then went to the Mecha Manufacturing and Repair Department.

There were only 28 applicants for the Mecha Manufacturing and Repair Department. When Lei Luosi and Bo Jichen came over, the teachers of the Mecha Manufacturing and Repair Department were so happy to welcome them that they almost sang a song.

The Crown Prince may not be the richest person in the Troia Empire, but he is definitely the most powerful. His application is a stroke of luck. Whatever parts he needs, whether imported or domestic, he can get them with ease.

The teachers in the Mecha Manufacturing and Maintenance Department, fearing they might change their minds, enrolled them as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, top teachers from several other departments—Espionage, Disguise, Intelligence, Combat, Mecha, Command, Political Science, and others—were gathered together, discussing how to schedule all of Bo Jichen's classes so they wouldn't conflict.

Goodness, the data on the big screen shows that he has been added to the Mecha Manufacturing and Repair Department. Well, that's what it means to be favored and pampered by teachers.

The senior professor from the mecha manufacturing and maintenance department was also called over. Without any explanation, he was scolded and accused of poaching their staff.

The professors in the mecha manufacturing and maintenance department were incredibly wronged and aggrieved, insisting that they hadn't poached any of their students. In the end, they blamed Bo Jichen.

Only then did the senior professor of the Mecha Manufacturing and Maintenance Department realize that Bo Jichen was sought after by many departments, all of which wanted to take him in. He was full of confidence and said that as long as his classes could be arranged, he could take them all.

The professors from various departments are discussing this, but after much deliberation, they realize that the departments are too far apart, and even if they were to divide the 24 hours in a day into 48 hours, it wouldn't be enough for them to run back and forth between classrooms.

What if there's not enough time?

Every teacher wants to give up the opportunity to train a marshal.

The professors from each department were silent for a moment before they began to discuss their options. They would first observe him in three classes: Combat, Mecha, and Command. If he handled these three classes with ease, they would give him extra tutoring.

The classes are held for one hour during the two-hour lunch break and from 5 pm to 10 pm. If he can't handle these three major classes, the departments will draw lots to remove a few students.

After the opening ceremony, there was a one-day break. Classes officially started on the second day. As a military academy student, one's mental strength, special abilities, and physical fitness must be stronger than many others.

Of the 2,000 new students, only 42 were in the combat department. However, in the classroom where they had their classes, in addition to the 42 students and two instructors, there were more than a dozen teachers from other departments, including the principal of the First Military Academy, sitting at the back of the classroom.

They wore the same dark green combat uniforms as the freshmen. On the table in front of them were pens, notebooks, and tablets, as they looked at the students in front of them.

The seating arrangement was the same as in the main auditorium, with higher seats at the top and lower seats at the bottom. All 42 combat-oriented freshmen were seated in the front rows, and regardless of gender, everyone's eyes were filled with excitement, eager to get started.

Lei Luosi and Bo Jichen sat down behind them. They entered the classroom 5 minutes early, and the front row was already full when they entered.

They sat in the back, watching their eager classmates rubbing their hands together. Bo Jichen thought these kids were too young and didn't know how to restrain themselves; they would definitely get a severe beating later.

The two teachers were robust and muscular, with a restrained spirit. They wore military green combat uniforms, their shirts tucked into their pants, and black leather belts tightened around their forearms, revealing a lot of muscle.

After introducing themselves, they stood with their hands behind their backs, wearing combat boots, and looked down at the people below, saying, "It's nice to meet you all. Let's get straight to the point and talk about our combat department."

"Combat system, also known as individual combat system. In the interstellar era, with the rapid development of technology, mental power and superpowers have awakened, making everyone standing here a chosen one, unique, and destined to go to the battlefield to protect their homeland."

"The battlefield is indiscriminate, and artillery fire is merciless, but artillery fire eventually burns out, generals lead their troops in surprise attacks, and the enemy sends people to invade our country and engage in street fighting."

"When street fighting begins, it involves civilians, mechs, and artillery. We can't attack indiscriminately. It depends on us as individuals and our endurance."

"Therefore, this is a close-quarters combat contest, a test of endurance, mental strength, and physical fitness. Whoever has the greater mental strength and better physical fitness will win this battle."

"So... the first lesson in the combat department is individual combat. No matter how strong your mental strength, physical abilities, and special powers are listed in your data, that's not within my scope of consideration. I only look at what I see with my own eyes, and I only accept the latest data I receive. Are you all ready?"

The 42 combat-oriented students present responded in unison, "Ready, teacher!"

Hearing their confident voices, the two teachers from the combat department raised their wrists, activated their personal computers, and called out, "Come in, all of you."

Other students: "???"

What's going on?

What's going on?

Aren't they taught by their teachers?

Everyone come in, but who should come in?

Bo Jichen, not being a big shot from the various departments behind him, tilted his head and lowered his voice, speaking in a way that only the two of them could hear, saying, "Brother, it seems that it was the senior combat department students who beat us up."

Relos nodded: "I don't know if it's second year or third year!"

Bo Jichen retorted, "Why can't it be fourth grade?"

Leilos said, "Fourth-year combat specialists will basically be assigned to various military units for training!"

Bo Jichen suddenly realized, and while showering him with compliments, he couldn't help but add a touch of teasing: "Brother knows so much, unlike me who doesn't know any of this and was foolishly thinking that it was fourth-year students coming to beat us up."

Relos comforted him, "It's alright, if you don't understand anything, just ask me, and I'll tell you everything!"

Bo Jichen shifted his position slightly. If there hadn't been people behind him and cameras overhead, he probably would have clung to Lei Luosi's arm and rubbed his face against him, trying to take advantage of him.

Ugh, going to school is such a hassle for humans. Not only are there people watching them from behind and surveillance cameras above, but they also have to do this and that. It's just a fight, isn't it? He can just call them out and take care of them with one punch each.

About three minutes later, a report came from the doorway. The teacher on the platform waved his hand, and 42 second-year combat students walked in from outside with synchronized movements and neat steps.

There were both dashing men and women, all dressed in red combat uniforms, red combat pants, black belts, and black combat boots!

The combat department has a large area in front of the seats for fighting. It can accommodate not only 10 or 8 people, but also all 42 combat department seniors who came.

The teacher stepped forward: "Students, these are your seniors. The top student of the second year of the combat department is also among them. As for who it is, those of you who use the school forum should know, and those who don't use the school forum won't know."

"But it doesn't matter whether you know it or not, because you can't escape getting beaten up. Come on, everyone, starting from the front row, 1 to 5 people step forward."

The freshman sitting in the front row during the first class: "!!!!"

To make a good impression on the teacher, they sat in the first row during the first class.

Unexpectedly, the first row was the one that got beaten up.

The First Military Academy is really awesome. They don't have a theory class in the first period; they go straight to hands-on practice. I can't think of any other word to describe it except "amazing."

The first five people in the first row stepped forward, and the first five people in the second grade also stepped forward. The rest of the students stepped aside to make room for the people in front.

The second-year combat students didn't bully the first-year combat students too much; it's just that the first-year students weren't as experienced as the second-year students, so they were hesitant to fight freely.

The five people were taken down by the five second-year students in less than five minutes, before they could even unleash their special abilities. What to do after they were taken down? Move aside and let the next group of five take their place.

The next group of five had two more promising students who defeated the two second-graders, earning them enthusiastic applause and cheers from the new students.

The victorious freshmen do not need to return to their seats; they can sit directly on the side of the stage. This is a kind of reward or honor, showing others that the winner can sit on the stage.

Then the third group had 5 people, the fourth group had 5 people...

Up until Bo Jichen Leiluos's group, the freshmen combat department only won against 7 people.

The second-year combat students were incredibly envious when they saw the last group facing off against Lei Luosi and Bo Jichen. They were the top two freshmen in every aspect, and they really wanted to beat them. If they could defeat them, they could rise to the next level and become even more popular on the forum.

However, thoughts are one thing, reality is another. Bo Jichen got into a fight with the so-called senior from the second year. Quick, ruthless, and accurate, after exchanging greetings, he kicked the senior away with lightning speed.

The senior student tumbled through the air and crashed to the ground with a thud. He didn't spit out blood, but he felt like he had internal bleeding.

The two teachers from the combat department: "!!!!"

One kick, and he was sent flying?

Was the one who was kicked away the top student of the second year?

Is this second-year top student a bit weak?

After kicking, Bo Jichen acted innocent, saying, "Sorry, I was just being polite and went first. I didn't break the rules, did I?"

The two teachers from the combat department waved him away, telling him to stand aside. They had already won, so why should they listen to him? He was so shameless and infuriating.

Sitting in the back seat, watching Bo Jichen, the big shots and teachers from all departments gleamed with excitement. With one kick, no one present, including the Crown Prince, could match him.

In comparison, Relos's playing style is ruthless and conventional, taking down his opponent in three minutes.

Another new member was eliminated.

Of the 42 new students, 9 won!

The two teachers from the combat department came out, not looking at the people sitting in their seats, but at the nine freshmen who had won: "Congratulations to everyone for winning the first battle. Now, the second battle will be 9 against 9, 5 minutes. Let's see who wins."

Nine second-year students came out and carried the freshmen on their backs, winning the race.

As soon as the senior student facing Bo Jichen stood firm, he took the initiative and leaped forward, his palm like a blade, directly slashing towards the senior student's neck and shoulder.

The senior student closed her eyes, collapsed to the ground with a thud, and fell unconscious.

The dozens of freshmen who were eliminated were left bewildered: "???"

How can it be this fast?

There were speed-type ability users among them. If they had known to utilize their speed earlier, they wouldn't have been eliminated so early, right?

The top professors from various departments who were watching: "..."

Not bad, not bad at all. As expected of the student they chose, every slap and kick was a surprise.

The two teachers from the combat department: "..."

No violation, no violation. The second-year students dragged the unconscious senior away.

Bo Jichen stepped back, stood there with an innocent look on his face, and watched Lei Luosi fight with others.

With only 5 minutes to spare, Leilos, who had received professional training and practiced with the chief of the palace guards, won in 4 minutes. Neither of them used any special abilities, and Leilos did the same, relying solely on combat skills.

Of the other seven people, three won, and one was eliminated after more than five minutes.

In the second round, only 5 of the 9 participants remained, with 4 eliminated.

The two combat instructors did not stop them there, but continued them into a third round of combat, five against five.

Because Bo Jichen's previous two palm strikes and kicks were ruthless, accurate, and steady, this time, the person facing him followed his example and struck first.

Upon seeing the fists and feet coming at him, Bo Jichen stood still and kicked out, blocking the attacker's foot with one foot, grabbing the attacker's wrist, pulling hard and causing the opponent to do a split, then kicking the opponent in the stomach.

The opponent was sitting on the ground in a split when he was kicked in the stomach. He slid towards his team, crashed into their legs, stopped, and clutched his stomach, unable to get up for a long time.

The top professors from various departments who were watching: "..."

They don't play by the rules.

He doesn't play by the rules, hasn't received formal training, yet he fights so skillfully. He's a promising talent, an all-rounder who can be molded into any shape.

After the third round, there were still three people left. After the fourth round, only Bo Jichen and Lei Luosi remained, having not been defeated by the second-year students.

The two teachers from the combat department exchanged a glance. Since Bo Jichen was unpredictable, they were unpredictable as well. They said, "Bo Jichen, Lei Jichen, congratulations on making it to the end. Now for the final match, the two of you will fight each other!"