What Type Do You Like?

"Listen to yourself! Does that sound like something a human being would say?" Instructor Hong exploded.

Turn into a door, a mushroom, and a water gun?

Was Lin Qiye Sun Wukong or Zhu Bajie? How could he transform into so many things?

Did he think Lin Qiye was a Transformer?

Yet everyone around him, including Instructor Han, looked at Instructor Hong with understanding.

Baili Pangpang felt a little aggrieved.

"Instructor, I don't mind you scolding me, but that really is what Qiye turned into just now. If you don't believe me, ask Instructor Han."

"Old Han, was everything this fatty just said true?" Instructor Hong asked, struggling to keep his jaw from dropping.

Instructor Han patted him on the back. "Old Hong, it's all right. My reaction wasn't much different from yours just now. You'll get used to it."

He spoke like someone who had been through it before, while Instructor Hong was still wondering whether Instructor Han and the recruits had joined forces to fool him.

The instructors at the training camp had long since reached a consensus about Lin Qiye's abilities: he was a Double God's Agent, and one of those gods could also possess his body and manifest in the world.

As for the strange abilities he had displayed, those had all been attributed to the god named Zhou Meng.

From summoning Mushroom Men and throwing golden weapons out of thin air to turning into a door, a mushroom, and a water gun.

In any case, there was nothing Lin Qiye couldn't do, only things the instructors couldn't imagine.

However, Yuan Gang had also reminded them that as long as Lin Qiye could complete his training assignments normally and didn't use these Forbidden Ruins abilities to disrupt the camp's regular training, that was enough.

As it turned out, Lin Qiye had a very clear grasp of the matter.

Even though his training targets, under the "careful" design of the Masked Squad, were just a tiny bit higher than the other recruits', Lin Qiye himself had never complained. Instead, he worked hard to complete every training assignment as always, earning the instructors' admiration.

"Uh, all right, then. That settles it. Old Han, shall we get back to teaching?" Instructor Hong scratched his head and looked at the surrounding recruits and the innocent-faced Lin Qiye. At a loss for words, he could only ask Instructor Han to continue the morning's training.

"Old Hong, I... I feel like maybe I'm not cut out for teaching?" The recruits who had come up had already made Instructor Han question his life, and he had long since begun thinking of backing out.

"Hey, Instructor Han, you said it yourself: you'll get used to it. Besides, you picked four people just now, and they were pretty much the four biggest troublemakers among these recruits. Don't worry, no one else is going to sabotage your lesson. When it comes to weapons training, no one in this camp is more proficient with all kinds of weapons than you. Just go ahead and train them!"

"Uh, all right, I'll give it another try." Instructor Han seemed to have regained some confidence.

"Um, everyone, there was a little accident just now. Thankfully, Student Lin Qiye was there, so it didn't turn into a teaching accident. We won't be doing any practical combat training this morning. I'll focus on explaining things instead!"

After what had just happened, no matter how much Instructor Hong reassured him that he had already picked out the four troublemakers, he didn't dare try practical combat again.

An out-of-control Forbidden Ruins, a forbidden artifact tossed out on a whim, and a "Transformer" on top of that—he'd had enough!

A moment later, in the cafeteria.

"Qiye! Brother Ye! How did you do that transformation just now? Teach me!" Baili Pangpang sat beside Lin Qiye, taking big bites of a steamed white-flour bun with pickled vegetables while looking at him expectantly.

The cafeteria's meal was no longer just steamed white-flour buns and raw beef. Everyone had also been given a small dish of pickled vegetables, and they couldn't help working up an appetite.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you. Listen carefully: walk out of the cafeteria now and turn right. There's an instructor's tent. Go straight in, find a man named Yuan Gang, pull him out of his seat, and sit in it yourself. Then you'll learn how. Got that?" Lin Qiye gnawed on his bun without turning his head.

"Huh? Qiye, are you trying to get your good roommate killed?" Even Baili Pangpang could tell that Lin Qiye was spouting complete nonsense.

"At least you know I'm talking nonsense! Is this something I can teach you? If I could, I wouldn't have to do anything else. You might as well put me on an altar and worship me like a Buddha statue. Every Nightwatcher in Daxia would have a Divine Ruins, and never mind Mysteries falling from the sky—even Ultraman falling from the sky would be no problem." Looking at Baili Pangpang's silly expression, Lin Qiye was so exasperated he almost laughed.

"Ah, I was just saying. What if it worked, right? If I could turn into anything, I'd turn into a mosquito and fly into the girls' dormitory for a look first!" Baili Pangpang's chubby cheeks flushed pink in an instant, and the drool at the corner of his mouth was almost dripping onto the table.

"Pervert." A figure suddenly moved to Lin Qiye's other side and spoke in a gloomy tone.

Cao Yuan tipped the pickled vegetables from his own bowl straight into Lin Qiye's.

Lin Qiye was stunned, while Baili Pangpang widened his eyes and demanded an answer.

"Hey, Brother Cao, these are pickled vegetables! Aren't you going to eat them? Wait, were you the one who just called me a pervert?"

After the three of them talked for a while, Lin Qiye finally understood that Cao Yuan had approached him to absolve himself of the sin of the 333 lives he bore.

Great Dharma Master Jin Chan of Mount Jiuhua had told him this, and Cao Yuan believed it without a doubt.

"If I lose my mind again in the future, sorry for the trouble, but please spray me awake with a water gun like you did just now!" Cao Yuan pressed his palms together, his manner utterly devout.

The corner of Lin Qiye's mouth twitched.

"Suit yourself, but I can't make any promises."

Especially not that he could spray Cao Yuan awake with a water gun every time.

"That's fine, then. Here, eat some pickled vegetables." Smiling, Cao Yuan once again pushed Lin Qiye's heaped dish of pickled vegetables in front of him.

"You bootlicker, you still haven't answered my question! Aren't you a man too? Don't you want to go take a look in the girls' dormitory?" Baili Pangpang wouldn't let it go.

He could already tell that Cao Yuan might seem quiet and unobtrusive, but when it came to sucking up to someone, he was practically Baili Pangpang's number one rival!

A few inexplicable traces of hostility appeared in his gaze as he looked at Cao Yuan.

"The girls' dormitory? Heh, not interested." Rather than directly refute Baili Pangpang's assessment of him as a bootlicker, Cao Yuan focused on the second half of what he had said.

"What? Not interested? Qiye, you'd better be careful! This guy might just be a—" As though he had realized something, Baili Pangpang clapped a hand over his mouth.

Seeing that Lin Qiye was also looking at him somewhat unfavorably, Cao Yuan had no choice but to say helplessly, to prevent him from getting the wrong idea, "Qiye, don't read too much into it. It's not that I don't like women. It's just that none of the recruits in our batch are my type."

"Then what type do you like?" Baili Pangpang asked, puzzled.

But Cao Yuan said no more and went back to gnawing on his bun.

Lin Qiye was a little curious too, but it wasn't appropriate for him to ask about someone else's private affairs, so he could only keep his head down and eat.

Just then, Zhou Meng's voice appeared in his mind.

"This Cao Yuan wasn't lying to you. He really doesn't like female students, or rather, young girls."

"Oh? Then what kind does he like?" Lin Qiye asked Zhou Meng curiously in his mind.

"Mature, voluptuous, intellectual women. Preferably ones who've had a partner."

"Holy shit! Doesn't that mean he likes married women? He really lives up to the surname Cao—he has the makings of the Chancellor of Great Han! Brother Meng, how do you know?" Lin Qiye was full of questions.

"Don't ask questions like that without using your brain again. What kind of god am I, your father?" Zhou Meng said nothing more after that.

I get it. So he peeked.

Cao Yuan, meanwhile, suddenly felt that there was something indescribable about the way Lin Qiye was looking at him.

There's no reason Lin Qiye should know what type of woman I like, is there? But why do I keep feeling like he does know?