Chapter 13 Encounter

Once Chris started to concentrate on studying, he would enter a state of ecstasy. He searched the school intranet for a long time but could not find any information about Nuhra's courses.

To be precise, no one knew what the admiral intended to teach this time. This was the third time Nuhra had taught at Vincent Military Academy as a visiting professor during his 12 years with the Imperial Army.

According to the information provided by kind graduates in the forum, Nuhra seems to be inclined to offer some courses with strong comprehensive practicality... such as "How to form a simple team based on the existing situation" and "How to unite to resist powerful enemies in extreme situations."

Chris felt something was wrong when he heard this, but then he thought, "That's right."

Given Nuhra's style of doing things, he would never simply examine students' theoretical knowledge or practical skills... As a military general with rich practical combat experience, Nuhra cares more about battlefield applications.

Chris had always had a mixture of love and fear for teachers with this style of teaching. Studying with them was often painful, but as long as one studied diligently, there would always be gains. He sighed and resigned himself to adding military skills training to his schedule, alongside his theoretical knowledge review.

...Wait, Kris suddenly realized—that so-called "pre-study" that Nohra had so confidently mentioned in the text message was completely impossible to do, so that was just a trick, right?!

Chris was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he couldn't directly question the other party, so he could only suffer in silence.

After staring at the terminal for quite a while, it was already lunchtime. Chris breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got out of bed, planning to ask his roommate Lauren if she wanted to join him for dinner.

He was dressed neatly, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Lauren fiddling with something in front of the small bar in the double room. When he got closer, he saw that he was cooking for himself.

Lauren was startled by Kris's sudden appearance and almost dropped the large plate of food she was holding. Kris quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I scared you."

Lauren waved her hands and explained helplessly, "It's okay, I'm just too timid."

"I was planning to ask you if you wanted to have dinner together... I didn't expect you could cook for yourself." Chris was very surprised. He had cooked in the university dormitory before crossing over, but it was limited to some basic home-cooked meals... He didn't expect that in an interstellar civilization with advanced technology, there are still people who are willing to cook for themselves.

Lauren carefully poured the ingredients into an older smart cooking machine and expertly set the parameters. After completing this sequence, he looked up and joked with Chris, "Haha, I don't really cook. I'm just responsible for preparing the food and adjusting the equipment."

Chris looked at the cooking machine carefully. Although its control panel was a bit old, the body of the machine was well maintained and the metal surface was so clean that it could even reflect a person's figure.

Seeing Chris's eyes fall on his cooking machine, Lauren generously introduced it to Chris: "I brought this pot from home. Although it is very old, I always feel that cooking with it is delicious."

Chris joked, "Next time I have a chance, I'd like to try it too. I won't have the chance today."

Lauren was flattered and hurriedly invited: "It's okay, it's okay. If you want to eat, we can eat together!"

Chris shook his head and said with a smile, "I have something to do today, let's talk later." Lauren opened her mouth, not knowing how to respond, so she could only nod.

Chris said goodbye to Lauren and left the dormitory. Rejecting Lauren's words was not an excuse. In addition to eating, he did have things to do, such as walking around and getting familiar with the environment of Vincent Military Academy.

Although the original owner still had a clear memory of the school, Chris was worried unless he went there in person.

What's more, he also wanted to find a suitable place where he could practice practical skills stably for a long time to prepare for Nuhra's assistant coach assessment in a month.

Vincent Military Academy covers a large area, but except for shuttle buses and vehicles with special approval, no other means of transportation are allowed to be used on campus.

If he hadn't taken the shuttle and had relied solely on his own feet, Chris guessed he would have fainted from exhaustion halfway through. But his earlier experience on the maglev train was still fresh in his mind. Although he was immune to most people's speculative gazes, that didn't mean he could endure it forever.

Just then, the whistle of a maglev shuttle bus blew in the distance. Chris turned and saw that there didn't seem to be many people around. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to get on.

Chris watched the car drive away and sighed. He consoled himself mentally, thinking that since he didn't have a specific destination, it wouldn't be a bad idea to just walk around.

"Hello, Chris." Just as Chris took out the terminal and wanted to find the holographic map to look at it, a young man in black military uniform called him.

"You are..." Kris turned around and looked at the man in front of him with some confusion. He seemed to have seen him somewhere... Medical cabin, military hospital, fruit wine, several fragments of memory suddenly flashed back in his mind. Kris blurted out a name with some uncertainty in his tone: "Adjutant Louis?"

"Yes, I am." Louis nodded calmly, "Please come with us."

"Wait... what does this mean?" Chris was surprised by the other party's sudden question. He recognized Louis as Nuhra's adjutant, but he was trying to take him away for no apparent reason, which made Chris immediately alert.

The terminal in Kris's hand buzzed, and he looked down and saw that it was Nuhra sending him a message.

[Nuhra: Go with him. I'll wait for you in the car.]

Chris didn't understand what Nuhra meant. He looked around for a while before he found Nuhra's car in a hidden corner far away.

Corris's expression finally returned to normal. He put away the terminal and smiled apologetically at Louis. "Sorry, I understand. Please lead the way."

Louis took him to Nuhra's car, and he did not forget to carefully observe the surroundings along the way. Chris was also nervous because of his attitude of facing a great enemy.

The short distance of just a few hundred meters was a thrilling one for Chris. Finally, he reached the hovercraft. Louis opened the back door for him, and Nuhra sat inside, as expected.

"Nice to meet you again. Let's get in the car and talk." Nuhra greeted Chris happily with a relaxed smile on her face.

"Admiral." Chris nodded reservedly, taking into account that they were essentially in a public space, and called out an impeccable title, then got into the car.

Nuhra didn't react, just nodded and looked at Corris with a frank expression: "Where are you planning to go?"

Chris was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Nuhra, then quickly turned his face away. Where Nuhra couldn't see, he pursed his lips and said softly, "Training Hall No. 2..."

As soon as he finished speaking, in the driving area, Louis operated the intelligent system to modify the destination, and also thoughtfully set up a shielding plate for them in the back seat.

"Just now... you saw everything?" How could someone as meticulous as Corris not know that his embarrassing moment had been seen by Nuhra?

"I just happened to pass by and thought I'd give you a ride." Nuhra's brows were relaxed and his expression was normal. He didn't seem to want to ask more questions, which somewhat saved Chris's face.

"Thank you." Chris thanked Nuhra sincerely. Although it was difficult to give an accurate definition of their relationship, Nuhra's help to him was real.

Hearing this, Nuhra raised her eyebrows and said nothing, but the smile in her eyes became more intense.

With Nuhra giving him a ride, Chris quickly reached Training Ground No. 2. Louis didn't drop him off directly at the main gate, but instead stopped him at a roadside a short distance away.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I..." Chris was at a loss for words. He didn't know what else to say except thank you. He glanced at Nuhra out of the corner of his eye, but when he saw he didn't react, he hesitated for a moment and prepared to get out of the car.

"You..." Nuhra took back the words, which was rare. "Forget it, go and do your thing first."

Chris was a little confused, but since Nuhra wasn't going to say anything, he didn't bother asking. He said goodbye politely and quickly got out of the car.

The vehicle did not start again immediately, and Louis was waiting for Nuhra's next instructions.

Nuhra watched Chris's figure disappear at the end of the road, and after a moment's hesitation, she let Louis start the car and leave.

Elsewhere, Chris successfully entered Training Ground No. 2. He had done a lot of research on the academy's internal network before finally choosing this training ground, where he would conduct his training.

Training Ground No. 2 is large and far away from the main student activity area, which meets Corris's need to avoid attracting attention.

Before entering the training grounds, students had to undergo pupil recognition. After successfully doing so, Chris stepped inside with some trepidation.

Perhaps it was lunchtime, so there were even fewer students practicing in the training ground than expected. The entire training ground was divided into three areas: basic training, tactical simulation, and a multi-purpose area.

Since Corris had never touched any weapons and had never completed combat training, he decided to start with basic training.

Guided by the intelligent system, Chris successfully found the area he was heading to. Before officially starting practice, he remembered he hadn't eaten yet, so he bought a few instant energy bars in the rest area.

Chris had nothing to do later in the evening, so he simply found a place to sit down and eat slowly, while looking at the study materials on the terminal for a while.

He was holding a half-eaten energy bar in one hand and chewing it mechanically, while in the other hand he was tightly gripping the terminal, reviewing intently... and because of this, he was completely oblivious to what was happening around him.

The incident happened in an instant. A huge impact suddenly came from the chair behind Chris! He was caught off guard and his whole body, along with the chair, slammed into the table due to inertia.

Fortunately, the furniture connected to the smart system will activate the protection plan in an emergency, so Corris was spared.

He tried hard to maintain his balance, then stood up angrily, wanting to see who was so excessive, but was met with several faces that could hardly hide their mockery, as well as a thin boy who had fallen at his feet and was struggling to get up.

"What do you want to do?" Corris's face turned cold in an instant and his voice was low.

"Hey, isn't this Corris from the Nar family?" The young man in the lead was tall and had a ferocious look on his face. "Why, haven't we seen each other for a while? Have you become a lot braver?"

Corris had a vague impression of these faces. The leader was Duke, the eldest son of the aristocratic Johnson family, a branch of the royal family. He used his family background to bully students he disliked or considered timid and meek.

The original owner, Corris, had the type of personality that was most easily bullied by Duke, but because of the Nar family behind him, York and his group only verbally hurt and attacked him without any physical conflict.

Chris sneered in his heart. What he hated most in his life was the trash who bullied others by taking advantage of their power. Since their wealth and backgrounds were similar, he had nothing to fear.

Corris helped the boy who had been thrown to the ground up and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

After receiving a timid nod from the skinny boy, Corris slowly turned back and sneered at Duke, "You simple-minded piece of shit, wandering around with a few pugs all day... Why don't you just disappear, a worthless piece of shit like you?"

From the moment Duke and his group appeared, everyone else in the lounge area fled. Now, under Curris's relentless verbal assault, the lounge area was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Duke's expression froze for a moment, then he laughed fiercely, his face twisted, and he threatened with gritted teeth, "Well, you, Chris, do you really take yourself seriously? If it weren't for your family, you would have ended up like him!"

As he spoke, York winked at his henchmen, hoping to seize the opportunity to surround Kris. Kris's face showed no fear, but he swallowed unconsciously, and a thin layer of sweat gradually formed on his palms... He remained steadfast, protecting the frail, panicked boy behind him, his mind constantly mulling over countermeasures.

"Duke Johnson, and those bastards around you... I beat you half to death last time, and you still haven't learned your lesson." A pink-haired girl with a pair of delicate pigtails emerged from a corner hidden by lush greenery. Her face was expressionless, her eyes revealing undisguised annoyance.

The tall, pink-haired girl walked lightly, and a pair of simple, large earrings swayed slightly as she walked, making her look seemingly harmless... But from the moment she opened her mouth, Chris clearly saw Duke and his group's faces suddenly change, as if they had seen a ghost, and they took a big step back.

"...Joan Davis, this has nothing to do with you, right?" Duke, the leader of the group, managed to maintain his composure. But when he spoke again, his confidence was clearly lacking.

"You have no right to challenge me." The girl called "Qiong" sneered from her nose, looked around with disdain, and her hands made a frightening sound when moving their joints.

Corris carefully observed the situation in front of him... According to the rumors about Joan Davis in the original owner's memory, she has always hated evil and hated the behavior of people like Duke. She is one of the few students who dared to confront them openly.

More importantly, since entering school, Qiong has always been ranked first in the class in various combat skills assessments... In short, she is terribly strong!

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