Chapter 316

It was time for combat class again that day. Rong Rong was helplessly escorted to the playground by Morton and Simon, one on each side. She felt like a prisoner being led away.

She felt safe, and no one dared to cause her trouble anymore, but that was a double-edged sword.

The two exuded powerful auras, and Rong Rong felt as if the air around her was becoming thinner.

Furthermore, the two were always openly and secretly competing with each other, though they did it very discreetly. But Rong Rong wasn't stupid; she noticed it!

I really don't understand how ancient emperors enjoyed their harems. Rong Rong is now dealing with two of them and finding it bothersome and overwhelming!

Moreover, she didn't even know when Morton found out she was a woman.

No wonder the other person was suddenly so considerate and careful towards her.

Rong Rong walked to her seat listlessly.

The students were already used to the three of them being like conjoined twins.

Simon kept giving Morton sharp looks.

If he had known that he and Morton would protect Rong Rong together, he would never have had the chance to be close to Rong Rong. He should have fought Morton to the death from the beginning.

Simon gritted his teeth inwardly, quite certain that Morton was jealous of his romantic night with Rong Rong, which was why he was constantly hindering his approach to Rong Rong.

Older single virgins are truly terrifying!

Thinking about it, Simon's sense of superiority returned.

He glanced smugly at Morton and then spoke to Rong Rong in a high-pitched voice, completely forgetting that he was also an older virgin before that night.

Morton's face darkened; he understood what Simon meant.

The surrounding students, unaware of what was happening, only felt the air suddenly turn cold and unconsciously moved away from Rong Rong and the other two.

Finally, the bell rang for class, and everyone stood in their seats. From a distance, they could see their instructor leading someone towards them.

The man was tall and straight, wearing the uniform of an active-duty soldier.

As is customary, this must be a temporary special education teacher hired by the school!

Generally, such special instructors hold high ranks and are often renowned soldiers who have made great contributions in classic battles.

For example, the man in front of us has someone following him at a distance, who is clearly his adjutant.

Almost instantly, the students became excited and expectant.

They can learn a lot of skills from these special instructors and hear real stories from the battlefield.

Rong Rong was also somewhat expectant, but as the person got closer and closer, Rong Rong saw the other person's face clearly, and her smile instantly froze on her face.

It's Turs!

The original male protagonist of the world, the one who wanted to kill her as soon as she transmigrated!

Was their arrival a coincidence or were they there to capture her? Rong Rong didn't know. She lowered her head deeply, thinking about her disguise, and kept telling herself to stay calm.

Turs also spotted Rong Rong at first glance.

His gaze remained fixed on Rong Rong, but he quickly looked away before anyone else noticed.

However, Simon and Morton still sensed Tulls's attention towards Rong Rong. Their gazes were cold and hostile towards Tulls, a trait stemming from their male intuition.

Tulls glanced casually at Simon and Morton, ignoring them like a superior adult ignoring children who resent them.

This indifference caused Morton and Simon to instantly darken their faces, a chilling aura emanating from them.

"This is Major Turs, today's temporary instructor. Major Turs will be teaching the next combat class."

The instructor enthusiastically introduced Turs to the students, who responded with enthusiastic applause.

After that, the class was handed over to Turs.

As is customary, each special instructor will share their combat experience and unique skills.

Although they were only there to provide temporary special education, they were still considered the students' real teachers.

Turs first explained a few moves to the students and then demonstrated them. After that, he called on students to come forward and practice.

After randomly selecting two classmates, Turs finally suppressed his excitement and selected Rong Rong's name.

He restrained his gaze, not revealing his greedy eyes. Heaven knows, the moment he arrived at the playground, he wished he could take Rong Rong away with him.

“I heard you have high mental strength, but you’re not good at mental attacks. You can do as I say, and we’ll have a spar.” Turs smiled.

At first glance, he really looks like a serious and responsible mentor.

Rong Rong silently stepped forward, head down, naively hoping that Turs was unaware of her presence.

Unfortunately, it was all wishful thinking.

As she stepped forward, a step away from Tulls, a low voice, audible only to her, reached her ears.

"finally found you!"

The voice was both excited and indulgent.

Rong Rong quickly looked up at Turs, then hurriedly looked away.

Turs' smile deepened.

Below, Simon and Morton frowned deeply, having a bad feeling that this so-called major probably knew Rong Rong's identity and background.

The thing they had been worried about for so long finally happened.

Sophie also noticed that the atmosphere between Turs and Rong Rong was not normal.

He gave a cold, indifferent laugh, feeling as if he were one step closer to the answer he wanted.

Rong Rong thought Turs would confront her on the spot, but he didn't. Apart from that one sentence, he treated her like an ordinary student.

Teach her diligently, let her practice, correct her mistakes, and get her back into the team.

Rong Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

The entire lesson proceeded in an orderly manner.

Just as the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, Rong Rong was eager to leave this suffocating place, but Turs's devilish voice stopped her.

"Rong Rong".

Come to my office!

Rong Rong stood stiffly, clearly unwilling, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

The mentor looked around and smoothed things over, letting Rong Rong go over.

Rong Rong had no choice but to go in the end.

However, the fact that Morton and Simon were still with her offered her some psychological comfort.

However, when they were about to enter the office, the two were still stopped at the door.

Seeing that Rong Rong was about to go in alone, Simon hurriedly said, "Give me a signal if anything happens! We told you that before!"

Simon subtly touched his wrist, reminding Rong Rong.

That's where the optical computer is located; Rong Rong's optical computer had already been modified by the two of them.

It can locate your location and send out distress signals in times of crisis.

Sometimes, Rong Rong doesn't even need to ask for help; the quantum computer will monitor her physical data in real time and send out signals proactively.

Rong Rong followed Turs into the office, where only she and Turs were inside.

As soon as the door closed, Turs couldn't wait to say, "You are the Zerg Queen."

It wasn't a question; Rong Rong knew the other party had already confirmed her identity.

Rong Rong finally stopped looking down and faced Turs's gaze calmly, waiting for him to say what he would say next.

Knowing her identity, so what?

Why wasn't she killed immediately? Was the intention to hand her over to the federal government?

Rong Rong guessed this, but Turs said something she hadn't expected.

"Come with me, and I will not allow you to move around freely in the Federation."

But you can rest assured, I won't harm you, as long as you pose no threat to the Federation!

Turs stared intently at Rong Rong, his longing gaze, which had been suppressed for an entire class, finally no longer needing to be concealed.

He greedily and wantonly traced Rong Rong's features with his gaze.

He even found Rong Rong's bangs a bit of an eyesore and wanted to brush them aside, but he was afraid of scaring Rong Rong.

Having learned his lesson on Planet X, Tulls became more cautious.

Moreover, what he didn't say was that even if Rong Rong wanted to harm the Federation, he couldn't bring himself to do anything to her.

At most... at most we'll keep a closer eye on people and not give them any chance to do anything, right?

Turs's expression shifted unpredictably. Rong Rong, who retained the original owner's memories, would never believe or go with Turs.

“If you really don’t want to harm me, you can simply let me stay in the army and send someone to monitor me.”

Why do you insist on taking me away?

Or do you have some ulterior motive?