The theory class ended relatively early on the second afternoon, and Zhang Fan wanted to take Hua Hua to the mecha simulation training room that they hadn't been to the day before.
"I don't think we can go." Hua Hua frowned. "You should think about how to leave the teaching building first."
"What?" Zhang Fan was already packing his things. They had made plans yesterday, and now he wasn't going?
"Sigh, I knew 20,000 gold coins weren't so easy to earn. See for yourself." Hua Hua pointed out the window, then slumped helplessly onto the desk in front of her and sighed.
Zhang Fan felt confused, turned around and walked to the window, lifted the curtain and looked downstairs.
The square in front of the teaching building was packed with students from the six training camps, three layers deep.
Judging from the badges on their uniforms, the students at the center of the crowd were third-year students from Training Camp A, while students from other training camps stood in circles on the periphery, looking like they were watching a spectacle.
Barkley and Annie were also in the center of the crowd, but one was on the left and the other on the right, quite a distance apart. Barkley had bandages wrapped around his head and looked very unwell.
Good heavens! Does this mean they're blocking the school gate after school?
Zhang Fan was speechless.
Kids love playing with this?
"Fan-ge, why don't you just jump out the back window? I bet someone already tipped you off and ambushed you when you came to class," Hua-hua said, standing up. "It's the second floor, it's easy to jump."
"Why would I jump off a building? I didn't do anything wrong! I'm going to walk out the front door openly and honestly!" Zhang Fan didn't say one thing, which was that what you think, the other party can naturally think too. He was sure that people from Training Camp A were already lying in ambush outside the back window, ready to catch him. Since that was the case, he might as well swagger out the front door.
Are you leaving or not? If not, I'll leave alone.
"Let's go! Anyone who doesn't go is a little dog!" Hua Hua gritted her teeth and walked forward to walk alongside Zhang Fan.
The other students in Class 1, Grade 3 of Training Camp F had already left the classroom before the two walked out of the teaching building. They lowered their heads and quickly filed out from both sides of the stairwell, hurrying away from this place of trouble.
These classmates left and then returned, watching from a distance with expressions of fear and worry.
At least they're still worried about me.
Zhang Fan thought to himself.
These classmates are rather timid, but they are all kind-hearted. This can be seen from their usual studies and training. The students in the F training camp may not be particularly talented, but they are the most hardworking among the six training camps.
Most of them came from impoverished commoner families and had gone through countless hardships to gain entry into the Ryan Military Academy, which was their only chance to change their fate. Earning military merit was also the only way for commoner families to rise into the aristocratic class.
They dared not cause trouble, only hoping to graduate smoothly from the academy. Therefore, they were even more cautious and apprehensive when facing the noble children in the academy.
Looking at the crowd outside, one can understand why these aristocratic transfer students, who make up only a small minority, can wield such influence in the academy.
Zhang Fan walked out of the teaching building. The road in front of him was lined with people, under the shade of trees and by the flower beds.
"Holy crap, I can brag to my old classmates when I go back that I was once surrounded by hundreds of people after school." Hua Hua trembled as she walked, but still walked with Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan smiled.
Having experienced the bloodshed on the front lines in Milan, the scene before him seemed like child's play to him.
Is that all? Is it more terrifying than when the Third Division of the Fas Khan Army cornered him alone in the rear? Is it more terrifying than when he charged into the enemy with a bayonet during the hand-to-hand combat at Kumsong?
Little trick!
After Zhang Fan appeared, all eyes in the square in front of the teaching building were on him. The students standing on the periphery craned their necks, and some even climbed up the trees on both sides of the road to look around.
Everyone fell silent, and the square, which had been filled with thousands of people, was unusually quiet. Everyone was watching him. Every few steps Zhang Fan took forward, the crowd in front of him would automatically part, while the crowd behind him would slowly surround him.
When the civilian students around them watched this civilian transfer student from Training Camp F stroll leisurely towards the hundreds of hostile third-year students from Training Camp A as if he were visiting his own backyard, everyone held their breath.
The scene before them shocked the surrounding civilian students, because they couldn't sense even the slightest panic or fear from this civilian transfer student.
Even the commoner trainees from Training Camp A, standing next to the aristocratic children, watched this scene with complicated expressions.
Their eyes held sympathy, pity, jealousy, and even more envy... One thing was undeniable: this transfer student from the common people had done what all the ordinary students wanted to do but didn't have the courage to do.
Zhang Fan stopped a few meters away from the aristocratic students in the center, smiling as he looked at Barkley in front of the crowd: "What? Not satisfied? Want another fight? I'm always ready."
Barkley's face was terribly grim, as if he wanted to devour someone. But he knew he was no match for his opponent, and even if they went back again, the result would be the same. He could only endure a few more rounds; the power and speed of that kick were undeniable.
Moreover, he wasn't the main character today, so Barkley reluctantly dispersed to both sides with the crowd behind him.
A group of people dressed in white uniforms walked out from the crowd, immediately causing a commotion among the surrounding students, with many female students screaming.
"Ahhh! Look! It's the Crescent Moon Guard!"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome!"
"Ahhh! That's Nie Yun, the captain of the Crescent Moon Guard!"
"Wow, so handsome!"
Zhang Fan stared blankly at the group that emerged from the crowd. What was this thing? It was all so flashy and complicated.
Although they were also wearing student uniforms, they were pure white, unlike the academy's blue-gray standard uniforms, and the material looked significantly more upscale than the academy uniforms.
"It's over, it's over." Hua Hua, standing next to Zhang Fan, muttered to herself, her face pale and devoid of any color.
"What kind of fancy stuff are those emcees for these parties?" Zhang Fan asked Hua Hua.
"The Crescent Moon Guard." Hua Hua finally snapped out of her shock and swallowed hard. "The ten most talented students in our academy, as recognized by all, are right in front of us."
"The one walking over right now is their captain, Nie Yun," Hua Hua whispered. "Fan-ge, be careful! He's incredibly powerful! His strength is terrifying!"
"Nie Yun is hailed as the most outstanding genius student at Ryan Military Academy in the past decade! He is the most likely person to enter the legendary 'Shadow Fang' Special Operations Brigade of Ryan Military Academy in the future!"
That's it? Pshaw!
I thought it was something special, but I wouldn't go to Shadowfang even if you gave me a ticket! (Huangfu Qingyi: Achoo! -_-!)
Nie Yun stepped out of the crowd, his black hair flowing freely, his features handsome and dashing. He was also wearing a pure white uniform, and next to the A Training Camp peony badge on his chest, there was an additional crescent badge.
Zhang Fan was annoyed. What kind of aesthetic sense did these kids have? They were all dressed like they were going to a funeral, and what was with all that makeup on their faces?
"Which noble family do they belong to?" Zhang Fan asked Hua Hua in a low voice, wanting to know who he had offended this time.
“The Crescent Moon Guard is not aristocratic.” Hua Hua shook her head, then stood on tiptoe to look ahead. “They are all commoner trainees who were recruited into Training Camp A because of their exceptional talent, and became the Ten Guards of the ‘Crescent Moon Castle’.”
"Oh." Zhang Fan nodded. That's what puppet troops mean.
“That’s not the point,” Hua Hua said, still standing on tiptoe to look ahead. “The point is that the entire Crescent Moon Guard has been mobilized, which means Princess Alice is here…”
The next moment, Hua Hua opened her mouth but couldn't speak, her eyes staring straight ahead without blinking.
An even greater commotion arose among the surrounding students than before.
"Ahhh! Princess Alice!"
"So beautiful! Real peonies at Training Camp A!"
"Waaah, she's so beautiful!"
"That innate aristocratic air is absolutely captivating!"
Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at Princess Alice, who was walking confidently out of the crowd with a charming smile.
It looks nice, but... is that all?
Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Was this the captivating aristocratic aura?
In terms of innate aristocratic air, Ivanka could blow this brat's brains out of the water!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com