Zhao Rui stopped in front of a heavy metal door, on which the electronic screen flashed the words "Evacuation Room-3".
“Shu Bai Sentinel is already waiting inside.” Zhao Rui’s fingers trembled slightly as he typed the password. “I must remind you two that his mental fluctuation value has reached the critical point today.”
The moment the metal door slid open, a bone-chilling cold swept over you.
The walls of the evacuation room were covered with a silver-white buffer layer, and a mental stabilization device was suspended in the center, emitting a pale blue halo.
Shu Bai stood in the center of the room with his back to the door, his slender figure outlined in a cold, hard silhouette by the blue light.
He slowly turned around, and the snow leopard spirit paced at his feet, its golden beast eyes watching the newcomer warily.
Li Yuheng's breath hitched.
The photo failed to capture even a fraction of the sentry's charm.
The two small moles under Shu Bai's right eye looked particularly vivid in the cold light, trembling slightly as he frowned.
The black combat suit hugged his lean waist, and his exposed wrists were wrapped with mental energy suppression rings that glowed with a dangerous red light.
"Two more have arrived." Shu Bai's voice was laced with venom. "Can they last three minutes this time?"
Typical rebellious remarks.
Zhao Rui's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice unconsciously lowered: "Sentryer Shu Bai, these two are S-class guides specially dispatched by headquarters, Li Yuheng and Ling Xuan."
Shu Bai fell silent.
After arriving in the Third War Zone, headquarters never sent any guides to provide him with mental support, let alone rare S-class guides.
After all, S-class guides are extremely rare, and it often takes several years to train even one.
All along, it was the medical guides from the Third War Zone who had been trying their best to soothe him.
At first, Shu Bai also held a glimmer of hope, but gradually, he saw through it all.
Therefore, he had no choice but to use the sharpest words to force back those persistent medical guides and make them give up completely.
Six years ago, Shu Bai was a spirited S-class Sentinel. At the Tower's graduation ceremony, he swore an oath in front of all the instructors to personally exterminate the Zerg and reclaim the starry sky for humanity.
At that time, his mental strength was rated as excellent, and his combat intuition was astonishingly sharp. Even the chief sentinel predicted that he would be the ace of the next generation of battlefields.
Fate is always full of irony.
That was the first time he had ever been so close to the battlefield.
Of course, this is also the last time.
As a trainee, he was responsible for cleaning up the post-war ruins in Zone 4. While rummaging through the ruins, he unexpectedly encountered a Zerg survivor who had escaped the net.
It was hiding in the home of an ordinary human family. When he arrived, the parents had already died tragically, leaving only their child.
The Zerg's menacing maw rose high, about to pierce the child's chest.
Without hesitation, he rushed forward and saved the child.
But when he woke up again, he was told that his mental landscape had suffered irreversible damage.
Worse still, his mental energy reacted violently to all the guides' guidance, causing him not only immense pain but also unconsciously attacking the guides' mental constructs.
For this reason, he was deemed a "problem sentinel," banned from returning to the battlefield, and sent to the Third War Zone.
Shu Bai's gaze swept over the two guides, finally settling on Li Yuheng's face.
Undeniably, Li Yuheng's face is extremely intimidating.
It wasn't the kind of sharp, oppressive feeling, but rather a near-perfect elegance that made it hard to look away.
In all his years, Shu Bai had never seen such an outstanding guide.
Li Yuheng noticed his gaze, and with a slight smile, he raised an eyebrow and winked.
Hi, wife!
Shu Bai's jaw tightened instantly, and his usual cold expression reflexively covered his eyes and brows, trying to hide his momentary lapse in concentration.
But his gaze lingered on the other person's face for a few more seconds, and he even clearly caught the mischievous glint in Li Yuheng's eyes.
A barely perceptible flicker of emotion flashed in his pitch-black eyes, but it vanished in an instant, quickly concealed by the newly erected icy barrier.
"S-rank?" He sneered. "Six years have passed, and headquarters has finally remembered me?"
Shu Bai's voice was low and cold, with a hint of sarcasm, but he swallowed back the even harsher words he wanted to say.
He cannot speak ill of the tower.
It wasn't out of loyalty, but because the old sentry who had dragged him back from the battlefield had also been sent to the Third War Zone with him. Before dying, the old sentry gripped his wrist tightly, his cloudy eyes filled with pleading: "Shubai...don't hate Ta...they did their best..."
He couldn't hate the tower, but he also couldn't feel grateful to it.
Li Yuheng's lips curled into a playful smile as he took a step forward: "I heard you've injured quite a few guides?"
“Seventeen.” Shu Bai stated the number without hesitation, “Five of Grade A and twelve of Grade B. The longest record is thirty seconds.”
Ling Xuan frowned slightly, subconsciously tensing his mental barrier.
Li Yuheng smiled even more brightly: "What a coincidence, I love challenging records the most."
Then he turned to Ling Xuan with a blank expression and said, "I'll go first."
You touched my wife?
Are they worthy?
Ling Xuan frowned almost imperceptibly.
He took a half step back and made a "please" gesture: "You go first."
Ling Xuan really didn't care.
As an extremely rational guide, he is more concerned with efficiency and safety.
In Ling Xuan's eyes, a sentinel should be like the one who saved him back then—powerful, stable, and reliable.
That's the ideal partner on the battlefield.
Li Yuheng turned his head, a bright smile instantly blooming on his face, and waved enthusiastically to Shu Bai.
He walked briskly to the sofa in the evacuation room and sat down.
A low table separated the two sofas. Li Yuheng stretched out a hand and placed it on the table, tilting his head slightly to signal with his eyes that Shu Bai should sit in the opposite seat.
Shu Bai stared at the outstretched hand, its fingers long and slender, its flesh well-proportioned, and its color gleaming like jade in the cold light.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he did not move immediately.
Mental health counseling mainly takes two forms.
One method is superficial guidance, which is usually achieved through physical contact between the guide and the sentry. The most common way is to touch hands, thereby establishing an initial spiritual connection and providing basic emotional comfort.
Another approach is deep guidance, which is only applicable to guides and sentinels who have already been matched and bonded, and requires both parties to establish a deeper level of spiritual resonance.
In layman's terms, this approach to guidance is like "cooking," implying closer interaction and integration.
"What?" Li Yuheng tilted his head. "Scared?"
The snow leopard spirit suddenly arched its back and let out a threatening growl.
Shu Bai's eyes sharpened, and his right hand subconsciously pressed down on the mental energy suppression ring on his left wrist, where the red light had turned into a dazzling scarlet.
"Shallowed Sentinel!" Zhao Rui nervously took a half step back. "Your mental fluctuation value—"
"I know." Shu Bai interrupted coldly, but still took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.
He strode toward Li Yuheng, his combat boots striking the ground with a cold rhythm.
When he sat down opposite Li Yuheng, their knees almost touched.
Shu Bai could smell the unique, refreshing scent of the other person's hormones, which inexplicably calmed the throbbing nerves in his temples.
"Hand." Li Yuheng extended his hand forward again.
Shu Bai lowered her eyes and slowly covered her palm with his.
The two of them jolted the moment they touched each other—
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