Chapter 17 Courses

Before Cris felt uncomfortable, Margaret looked away, as if the eye contact between Cris and her just now was just an illusion.

He hesitated to say something to explain his strange behavior, but Nuhra at the podium spoke, drawing all their attention to her.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I am the professor of this course, Nuhra." The man in military uniform at the podium smiled and briefly introduced himself to the students below.

Everyone stared intently at Nuhra on the stage. This was the first time many Vincent Military Academy students had ever met a general directly from the Imperial Army. Some might even join Nuhra's Seventh Army, while others would never see him again...

Nuhra spoke in a steady voice, his usual concise style: "Perhaps many students are familiar with the courses I have taught before, which is why they chose my course this time... I am deeply honored for this."

He paused for a few seconds and continued, "After much thought, I finally came up with a simple and ordinary idea about the courses to be offered this semester." Nuhra said, smiling and shaking his head, looking a little helpless.

Hearing this, everyone knew that Nuhra was finally going to announce the topic of her course. They became excited and pricked up their ears to listen carefully.

"'Organization and actual combat of combat teams applicable to all scenarios', this is the title of my course this semester." Nuhra did not hesitate and announced her topic directly.

"As the name suggests, this class requires you to work in a team with other students," Nuhra said, her hands resting naturally on the podium. "If you don't like this course format, you can choose to take another elective."

"The total grade for this course is composed of the regular team task scores and the final overall assessment score." Nuhra called up the diagram on the holographic screen and explained.

Chris temporarily put aside the many concerns in his mind and carefully wrote down Nuhra's words, while waiting for Nuhra to mention the matter of the teaching assistant.

As expected, after Nuhra outlined the general class requirements, she turned to the teaching assistant selection process. "One more thing to let you know in advance: I need a teaching assistant for this semester's courses. If you're interested, please email to apply."

As Nuhra finished speaking, there was a small commotion in the auditorium. Many people were eager to try, many more were still hesitant, and a few were completely uninterested.

"Everyone seems so enthusiastic..." Margaret exclaimed as she looked around.

Lauren had no intention of signing up. He was shy by nature and didn't like to participate in the competition. After hearing Margaret's words, he shook his head with an embarrassed look on his face.

Chris didn't respond. He began to calculate the probability of himself standing out from the crowd, and finally found in despair that it didn't seem that great.

Margaret, who was sitting next to him, seemed to notice that Chris was not in a good mood, and she considerately didn't say much.

Nuhra clapped her hands at the podium, signaling silence. The classroom, previously somewhat heated, suddenly quieted. Nuhra distributed the teaching materials via the teaching system and officially began the lecture.

Chris was afraid that he would be criticized by the Smiling Tiger Nuhela, so he listened to the class more attentively than in the last class taught by Lorifeng.

But after a whole class, Chris realized that he was actually worrying unnecessarily. Admiral Nuhra showed better professional ethics in the job of "teaching" than Lorifeng.

Considering that today was the first class, Nuhra did not talk about much content. He mostly introduced some basic concepts. At the same time, he talked about some harmless military anecdotes to bring himself closer to the students.

Throughout the entire class, the auditorium was filled with laughter, and the classroom atmosphere was lively and interactive. Even Chris, who had initially just listened attentively, could not help but immerse himself in the class...

Nuhra's first class ended amidst laughter and joy. As soon as Nuhra announced that the class could be dismissed, many brave students came up to the podium, surrounded Nuhra and chattered.

Nuhra, who was surrounded in the innermost circle, did not show a trace of impatience on her face. She always answered various questions with a smile, and made a few jokes from time to time, which made the crowd burst into laughter from time to time.

Chris didn't approach—he feigned complete disinterest as he followed Margaret and Lauren out of the auditorium. Before leaving, he glanced back, seemingly unintentionally, at Nuhra, who was chatting and laughing with the students, with mixed feelings, before turning back again.

"Admiral Nuhra seems like a nice person." After one class, even Lauren's opinion of him changed because of the friendliness shown by Nuhra.

"Yes, I thought he would be a little more serious," Margaret agreed.

Chris seemed a little distracted and just casually agreed with a few words.

Chris felt inexplicably depressed. He thought that Nuhra was indeed a natural social star. As long as he wanted, he could be so polite, friendly and natural to everyone... Maybe in Nuhra's eyes, he, Chris, was just one of the naive students who surrounded him and knew nothing about the world, so childish that it was ridiculous.

"Chris, what's wrong with you?" Lauren looked at Chris worriedly. He was very sensitive and could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Chris. Margaret was watching Chris from the side.

"Oh, I'm fine, just a little tired." Chris smiled and looked normal, trying to dispel their concerns.

"...Okay, if you have any questions, be sure to tell me." Lauren's worries were not completely dispelled. He continued, "If you're too tired, you shouldn't train so intensely at night. It's not good for your health..."

"Yeah, I know." Chris patted Lauren's shoulder.

"Lauren and I have classes later, what about you?" After Chris finished speaking, Margaret asked with a concerned look on her face.

Chris shook his head, said that his classes for the day were over, and then took the initiative to say goodbye to them.

"Nice to meet you, Chris," Margaret responded easily. "If possible, can we keep in touch? Maybe we can be in the same course group later?" She winked slyly.

"Of course, it's my pleasure." Corris smiled, naturally very happy. The two happily added the terminal and parted ways in front of the auditorium.

Chris got on the shuttle bus alone and headed to the training ground. He had to keep up his exercise routine, as he was lagging far behind the others in every aspect.

After school officially started, the shuttle bus became even more crowded. Everyone was busy with their own things, and fewer people paid attention to Chris. Of course, this couldn't be ruled out as Chris had gradually become immune to it.

Relying on his memory and the intelligent system's thoughtful guidance, Chris found the place where he had trained yesterday. He casually looked around but didn't see Joan Davis.

Chris was not too disappointed. After all, Joan said that if there was a chance, she would contact Chris on her own initiative... Thinking of this, he sighed and went to do basic training honestly.

Because the muscle soreness after yesterday's exercise has not completely disappeared, Chris only did a small amount of exercises and stretching today, training within his ability.

In the next few days, Corris spent his days as usual, going back and forth between the teaching area, the training ground and the dormitory area. He felt even more relaxed and comfortable than at Nar's house.

But as the weekend approached, the word "living together" hung like a sword over Chris's head, making him uneasy and nervous. Specifically, he would open the communication page with Nuhra countless times a day, and sigh when he found nothing.

Kris's roommate, Lauren, understood this all too well. He had already witnessed Kris pacing anxiously around the dorm several times in the past hour, sighing and groaning, but he didn't know what to do.

Honestly, even Chris himself felt a bit helpless. He felt like he was already a bit neurotic, like he had contracted a different kind of autumn outing syndrome... or more accurately, pre-cohabitation anxiety.

Chris thought that after class that day, Nuhra would send him some random text messages to tease him, but in fact, she didn't. She didn't even mention the cohabitation! So much so that Chris thought Nuhra had forgotten about it.

After skillfully opening the terminal information page for the eighteenth time today, Chris decided to go back to his room to get some sleep, forcing himself to calm down.

He lay in bed, completely unaware of sleep, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. The next moment, he habitually reached for the terminal, and the screen lit up, but this time there was a real message, and it was from Nuhra.

Chris jumped up from the bed and stared at the content on the screen with wide eyes:

【Nuhra: Good evening.】

[Nuhra: This is my home address and key.]

Nuhra sent an encrypted message, but Chris was not in the mood to open it. He waited for Nuhra's next words with a secret urgency.

[Nuhra: Tomorrow night, after you leave school, Louis will come to pick you up.]

Nuhra's tone was so businesslike that Chris was stunned for a moment and could only reply with a dry "OK".

Students at the Vincent Military Academy had to obtain advance approval before leaving school every week. Although this system was ineffective for the aristocratic students of the capital star, Chris had made preparations early on. To avoid suspicion, he said he was going out to purchase training equipment.

When he saw Nuhra's text message, he suddenly calmed down as if a bucket of cold water was poured on him.

Was he paying too much attention to Nuhra? Chris was confused, but he couldn't define this feeling that came from nowhere.

A look, a gesture, or even a few text messages from Nuhra can trigger a storm of emotions in Chris's heart... They are obviously just a partnership mixed with interests, why does he care so much?

Dejected, Kris put the terminal down, pulled the necklace from his shirt, and frowned as he examined his wedding ring. The silver stone still shone brightly, but his heart was silently changing.

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This time we are really going to live together [starry eyes]

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