Chapter 116 Emergency Mission

"Don't worry, I won't force you." Du Yu patted Wen Le's shoulder and promised, then whispered to Wen Le, "After class, I'll send you my most handsome photo. Then you can show it to your friend. I guarantee she'll be satisfied."

Haiyang also heard what Du Yu said and immediately shouted, "Dead Fish, you are so cunning! You actually tried to sneak photos into our pockets without telling us!"

Qi Hao couldn't help but say, "Is that photo of yours good enough? You've made so much progress that your own mother can hardly recognize you. This photo is not a scam, right? Aren't you afraid that the girl will find out she's been scammed after seeing you in person and block you?"

Du Yu snorted, "How could a photo of me, the most handsome man in the universe, be a fake? You're just jealous of me!"

Ocean glanced at him and said, "Were we jealous of you? Why don't you take a look in the mirror and see what a mess you are."

Du Yu immediately became furious: "You are just jealous of me! Who made me a pretty boy, but you look like uncles? Don't you see that your beards have grown like grass? Humph!"

"Dude, that's called manliness, you know shit. You can't even grow a beard if you want to."

"You!" Du Yu puffed up his cheeks and was about to explode with anger.

Seeing this, Wen Le hurriedly reminded them to prevent a real quarrel: "There's still one minute left before class starts. Hurry up and get ready. The teacher will call the roll later."

Du Yu and Haiyang stopped arguing immediately and quickly ran back to their seats, waiting for the teacher to call their names.

Wen Le secretly wiped his sweat. It was a close call. He almost became the culprit who destroyed the relationship between his roommates.

When class time came, the portable classroom opened on time. This time, it was not the teacher who appeared, but their grade director.

"Hello, students. I'll take a moment of your time to announce two pieces of good news. The first is that evening classes are canceled." The head teacher, well aware of the students' nature, paused briefly after delivering the news, pretending to listen intently, as if he could hear the students' cheers through the internet. Then he dropped a bombshell: "The second piece of good news is that the Alpha Galaxy will assist the Ninth Legion in destroying the interstellar pirates."

"Oh, by the way, you still have ten minutes to prepare. Gather on the playground in ten minutes. Those who are late will have their overall score deducted. I'm rooting for you~ Keep going!"

After saying that, the video flashed and closed automatically.

The smiles on the faces of the four people in dormitory 502 were just beginning to bloom when they were frozen by the explosion of the deep-water torpedo. They looked at each other in disbelief.

Where were the two pieces of good news? Instead, it was a sugar-coated time bomb! And one that was about to explode! Wen Le and his friends were stunned. Others in Dormitory 502 were feeling the same way, their hearts aching with utter despair. Even the mythical beast couldn't describe their bewilderment.

But despite their confusion, the four of them sprang into action, first checking to see if the blankets were neatly folded, then frantically folding the tables and chairs back into the wall. After checking the dormitory once more to make sure everything was in order, they quickly ran to the playground to gather. Having your overall score deducted for being late was no joke; the consequences were as severe as a serious demerit.

If their overall score is too low at the end of the semester, they will be expelled. This will be recorded in their personal file, a lifelong stain that will not only ruin their future but also cut them off from the top 500 in the StarCraft. Any decent employer will not hire someone with a tainted record, especially one who was rejected by a military academy.

They can't afford to gamble on something that concerns their future.

The Dean's threats were incredibly powerful, successfully unleashing everyone's potential. By the time Wen Le and the other four arrived at the playground, half the group had already arrived. They'd assumed they were the first to arrive, but unexpectedly, someone had outpaced them. And not just one or two people, but half the group! The four of them immediately felt the pressure, resolving to move even faster next time.

After everyone arrived, reported their numbers, and lined up, the head teacher approached, his hands behind his back. He glanced at everyone and said, "Your instructors will not be on this mission, and you will be divided up and assigned to various departments. I expect you to obey the instructions and commands once you arrive. Don't look down on your seniors just because you're from our school. Anyone who lags behind in the mission will be expelled. I hope everyone will cherish this practical opportunity."

"Then I'll wait here for everyone to return triumphantly."

The dean added in his mind: We have studied for so long, we will know whether we are a mule or a horse after we take it out for a walk. This is a three-school exercise, and you guys must not let us down, otherwise the Imperial Capital Military School will be embarrassed.

Of course, the school couldn't let its first-year students fight interstellar pirates. Sending them to battle now would undoubtedly be a gift to the enemy. Every student in the school had been carefully selected, and not a single one could be lost. However, without actual combat, these youngsters would never truly grow, so the principals secretly planned this exercise.

Of course, the school couldn't tell the students the truth. If they knew it was just an exercise, the tension wouldn't be there, and their hopes would be dashed. So, they simply lied to them about going to hunt pirates to get their adrenaline pumping. It was also a secret competition among the three schools. Claiming to be the boss was useless; no matter how nice the words, it wouldn't speak with fists; whoever had the strongest fists was the boss.

The distance between the Imperial Capital and the Alpha Galaxy was only three days' travel. Such a short distance put them right under the Imperial Capital's nose. Wen Le couldn't understand which pirate group was so desperate as to commit crimes in such a place. However, since this had happened, and they had been assigned to a suppression mission, they couldn't afford to be careless.

So, throughout the flight, Wen Le remained confined to his room, crafting potions. Most of them were emergency remedies for blood replenishment and wound healing, and he also made some for self-defense, such as anesthetics. This time, he'd learned his lesson, and finding a spray bottle too conspicuous, he decided to create a patch that he could stick behind his ear when needed. This approach was both less conspicuous and more convenient than a spray. As for the antidote, he switched to a swallowable potion, drinking it before applying the patch. This way, anyone approaching and attempting to capture them would be paralyzed.

However, Wen Le only has two hands and can only do so much. The patches he makes cannot be used for all students, so he can only give priority to his classmates.

On the day the spacecraft arrived, Wen Le distributed the patches he had prepared to all the students in Class A. There were only twelve of them, so it wasn't a big burden for him. After distributing the patches and the antidote, Wen Le demonstrated how to use them: "It's that simple. I've modified this patch so it lasts for six hours. Wait until the effect wears off, then apply another one. Of course, you have to take the antidote promptly, otherwise you'll pass out as well."

The students in Class A all looked at the patch Wen Le handed them with amazement, wondering if this was the strength of a three-star healer. They had never imagined that this method could be used to defeat the enemy, and it felt particularly novel.

Everyone, curious as to the situation, followed Wen Le's advice and took the antidote before applying the patch. However, not everyone believed Wen Le. The squad leader questioned him, "Wen Le, don't be ridiculous! How can this patch possibly subdue the enemy? This isn't just playing house; it could cost lives." He wasn't targeting Wen Le because of the previous incident, but as squad leader, he held a heavy responsibility. This time, without the instructor, he was responsible for the entire class. They had come together, so they had to leave together. If something unexpected happened... he would never be able to live with his conscience.

Wen Le was not annoyed by the monitor's questioning. Instead, he smiled and opened his computer to search for a news article and explained, "This patch is an upgraded version I made. I've tested it myself and it's only better than the spray. So, monitor, don't worry. I won't joke with the lives of all the students in the class."

Wen Le showed the monitor the news report about him using durian-scented spray to subdue a robber. Of course, this report was not published. Instead, Wen Le opened the news report on the school's internal network. Ordinary people would not see this kind of news.

The monitor had certainly read the news report. Class A had even discussed it before Wen Le arrived. At the time, they'd assumed Wen Le had gotten lucky, a stroke of luck that had allowed him to catch the robber. But now it seemed that wasn't the case. Wen Le wasn't just a three-star healer in name only.

The squad leader decided to trust Wen Le once.

"Okay, we'll do as you say," the squad leader said. "But everyone should be cautious and not put themselves in danger due to carelessness."

"Yes, squad leader!"

The other students chuckled, not taking the remark seriously. They felt they were just there to make up the numbers, and the Ninth Legion's veterans were the primary fighting force. Surely those veterans wouldn't let students, barely even soldiers, lead the charge while they themselves hid in the background? If word got out, not only would the Ninth Legion be humiliated, it would likely be wiped out.

They probably wouldn't risk embarrassing themselves in front of the entire Legion by using students as cannon fodder.

However, everyone was wrong. If it were the previous Ninth Legion, the seniors would definitely not let the students charge into battle and serve as cannon fodder, which is a shameful thing to do. But now the situation is different. Not only do they want these students to charge into battle, but they themselves will also play the role of villains - the so-called interstellar pirates.

Someone has to play the villain, otherwise the play will not go on.