What's the Future for Military Academy Graduates? (Seeking Collection)

The atmosphere in the private room was strange, but thankfully, dishes were soon brought out.

As everyone ate, the mood eased up a bit.

Of course, this only applied to the other two tables. The table where Lü Qinglong sat remained incredibly awkward.

When a dish was served, everyone waited for Lü Qinglong's cue.

Before he picked up his chopsticks, no one dared to reach for that dish.

Lü Qinglong was also very gentlemanly; when a dish arrived, he would let Lin Qinghan eat first before he ate himself.

Plus, he wasn't a picky eater, so he could finish two-thirds of a dish by himself.

He deliberately left one-third for the others.

Lü Qinglong observed that most of the people at this table were girls. Girls didn't need to eat that much; eating less was like dieting.

Naturally, Lü Qinglong soon realized this approach was a bit inappropriate. He mentioned it to Lin Qinghan and switched to the table with the boys next door.

Things were much better at the boys' table. After all, at their age, they were all in their "chuunibyou" phase and admired strong muscles. Soon, laughter occasionally erupted from this table.

This annoyed Cheng Liang. He was the one treating them to dinner, yet it felt like Lü Qinglong had become the main character.

"Huh? I heard Lü Qinglong got into the National University of Defense Technology."

"Holy crap! Really? That's amazing! With his physique, going to a Military Academy, his future is boundless!"

"I think so too. Four years at a Military Academy and you come out as an officer. The benefits in the military are getting better and better."

Listening to his classmates praise Lü Qinglong, Cheng Liang couldn't hold back anymore and said with disdain:

"So what if it's the National University of Defense Technology?"

"Money talks these days. My dad wanted to get me into a Military Academy too, but I refused."

Cheng Liang's words instantly enlightened the boys at his table. Building a good relationship with him now was what mattered; everything else was secondary.

"That's true! I'll toast to our future President Cheng!"

Saying this, several boys at the table stood up, raising their beer-filled glasses high.

"Mm."

A satisfied smile spread across Cheng Liang's face. Just as he was about to say something in thanks, he noticed it had grown dark.

He turned and saw a huge figure standing behind him, eyes as fierce as a lion hunting, staring intently at him.

"Ah... you... Lü Qinglong..."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the immense pressure and the memory of his previous encounters with the dragon fruit and the inward kick rendered him speechless.

Even the other boys who had stood up with their glasses were so scared they quickly sat back down.

"What's up? The food's finished at the next table, I came to see if there was any food left here."

Lü Qinglong grinned. Seeing that there was still plenty of food on the table, he reached out, picked up the plates, and shoveled all the dishes into his mouth, chewing with his mouth wide open.

He even ate an entire fish, bones and all, without spitting them out.

"Alright, I'm full. You guys can toast now. I'm going back to my seat."

Lü Qinglong took a chopstick from the table, broke it in half, picked his teeth, patted Cheng Liang's shoulder with satisfaction, and happily returned to sit next to Lin Qinghan.

Actually, Cheng Liang was a pretty decent guy. Anyone who could treat him to a meal for free was a good person.

"I'm full, Brother Qinglong. Shall we go back? Their roast pigeon is getting worse."

The young girl took a napkin from the table and wiped her mouth.

"Sure, let's go back then."

Lü Qinglong nodded. The two quickly opened the door and left the private room.

"Brother Cheng, the food on the table..."

The male classmate sitting next to Cheng Liang tentatively asked Cheng Liang.

That guy ate too much, like an animal. He single-handedly ate two and a half tables' worth of food!

"I... I'll order more."

Cheng Liang looked at the expectant eyes of his classmates and finally gritted his teeth, ordering three more tables of food.

Shunshui Tower wasn't cheap. With this, the 30,000 yuan allowance his father had just given him was gone, not a penny left!

"Brother Qinglong, if you're going to the army, will we not see each other for a long time?"

At the bottom of the apartment building, Lin Qinghan tilted her head and asked Lü Qinglong.

"Let me see. We might only be able to contact each other via phone for the next two years."

"Okay, Brother Qinglong. When you get a phone, be sure to video call me! I'm really curious what the army is like."

"Okay, Qinghan. I'll definitely video call you then. Head home early, don't let your mom worry."

Lü Qinglong smiled and bid Lin Qinghan farewell, then ran back home.

The things he needed to bring tomorrow were already prepared, mainly supplements like several tubs of protein powder, creatine, and nitric oxide boosters.

As someone who works out year-round, I still need to carry these basic supplements.

The lights at home were still off, indicating Mother hadn't returned from out of province yet.

Lü Qinglong didn't think much of it, simply washed up, and lay down on the bed, gradually drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, he changed into the camouflage uniform that had been specially requested to be made larger and wider.

However, even so, it still looked small on him. The clothes were stretched taut and bulging, and his entire demeanor exuded an even more exaggerated, bandit-like aura.

Carrying the exclusive black duffel bag issued by the Armed Forces Department in one hand, he went to the roadside and hailed a ride-hailing car.

Under the driver's shocked gaze, Lü Qinglong casually got into the back seat.

"Uh... driver, what do you do for a living?"

The ride-hailing driver swallowed and asked cautiously.

Looking at Lü Qinglong's face and his incredibly exaggerated physique, his legs trembled, making it difficult to even step on the accelerator.

"Hmm? Me?"

"A student."

"A student!!! (Extremely loud volume)"

Listening to the driver's startled reactions, Lü Qinglong narrowed his eyes slightly and retorted:

"Do I not look like a student?"

"I just turned eighteen this year."

"Yes! Yes! You look exactly like a student!"

The driver shivered in fear, nodding repeatedly, while simultaneously slamming on the accelerator. The car shot forward from a standstill like a catapult.

He had already figured it out. Why was he saying so much? The most important thing was to get this eighteen-year-old student to the station quickly.

Seeing that the driver had stopped talking, Lü Qinglong was happy to have some peace and quiet, his gaze fixed on the window.

It was the weekend today, and there were very few cars on the road early in the morning. Those going to the station at this hour were basically sending their children off to join the army.

As soon as they entered the road leading to the station, the traffic immediately increased, and the ride-hailing car Lü Qinglong was in got stuck.

"How strange, what day is it today? The station is so congested."

The driver's voice was very quiet, but Lü Qinglong still heard him.

"Today is the day New Recruits enlist."