Airborne Training

"Mm, I did say that."

Facing Lian Feng's question, Wang Ji nodded.

As he spoke, he looked over the vast grounds and warehouses with some surprise. Various military vehicles were parked across the field, army green or camouflage-painted.

It was indeed surprising. All kinds of Rocket Launcher Vehicles, tanks, and self-propelled artillery were parked there. Most startling of all, there was even a missile launch vehicle...

And several soldiers stood guard in front of every vehicle.

"Although I don't know what you plan to do, this is indeed one of your few requests—perhaps your only request—so I applied to headquarters..."

Lian Feng slowly walked to Wang Ji's side. Her fair hand lightly patted his shoulder as she smiled. "As long as you don't mess around, you can do whatever you want."

Her breath was fragrant, her smile warm.

Wang Ji could not help giving Lian Feng another look, a faint smile gradually tugging at his lips.

"Pfft~"

Lian Feng could not help laughing. It was nothing else—this little guy was simply too pragmatic...

When the Dark Alloy Armor was poor quality, he had worn an indifferent, aloof expression, as if their relationship was not close anyway.

But now that she had agreed to a few requests, he was already grinning. He was practically like a child who thought anyone who gave him candy was a good person~

Besides, let alone these rockets and missiles, even ten times as many would not be worth a single plate of high-quality Dark Alloy Armor.

This kid was really easy to satisfy.

"What do you want to do? Take them apart for research, drive them around for fun, or find somewhere to test their firepower?" Lian Feng asked, tugging his arm as she led him before a Rocket Launcher Vehicle.

In her view, those were the only possibilities for why Wang Ji wanted these things. Either he was interested in them, or he wanted to have some fun.

Boys, especially chuunibyou boys—and Chicken Dinner Game fans at that—having a fondness for firearms and explosions was perfectly normal.

Driving vehicles, firing a few Cannonballs, watching explosions—it was all quite normal.

Of course, she had also considered that he seemed to be a research genius, and that he might want to study or research these things.

But one thing was true: she simply wanted to fulfill this child's request, or perhaps his wish. Otherwise, she would feel as though something was not quite right.

They had dragged him in for no reason. Although it was in the name of defending the country, matters involving Super Soldiers could not be taken for granted.

If they took it for granted that Super Soldiers could be strictly controlled like ordinary people, serious problems would arise sooner or later. There was no doubt about it.

In their eyes, Wang Ji's problem now was not that he resisted control, but that he was too even-tempered—after staying, he had made no demands and quietly waited to go to war. Yet he had already earned two merits, received no reward for them, and the armor assigned to him was far inferior to everyone else's.

And after they had questioned him for so long just now, he had still acted as though he had no complaints.

It looked good on the surface... but it was actually not good at all.

Having no wants or desires represented, to some extent, a superficial harmony that concealed estrangement. It meant that he had no intention of integrating into Super God Academy or the Super Soldier Company, nor did he intend to stay here forever—once he truly no longer wanted to stay, he might leave at any time.

Perhaps after fighting a few battles. Perhaps after something upset him. Perhaps after unfair treatment like today's armor assignment accumulated too much. He might quit and walk away without a trace of attachment.

They might not care about his genes and consider their genetic potential average, but they could not deliberately create such an outcome.

Lian Feng felt that such a small request ought to be granted, even if it seemed a little unreasonable.

But unexpectedly, Wang Ji's words were not what she had anticipated.

"I only need these Rocket Launchers. I don't need the missiles, either, and the Rocket Launchers don't need to be large-caliber.

107mm or 130mm will do, but I need more of them. It depends on how many you can give me.

Then just give me some firearms, Hand Grenades, ammunition, and the like.

I'll take them away through a wormhole myself.

And unless necessary, I won't mess around. You can rest assured of that." He touched the front of the rocket vehicle, showing no intention of climbing aboard for a ride.

Lian Feng simply could not make sense of it... she had never seen a request like this.

"You... are sure?"

"I'm sure."

"But if you only want Rocket Launchers and not the launch vehicles, how will you fire them? Are you going to take them home and dismantle them to play with the gunpowder?" Lian Feng asked strangely.

"I can't really say. I only want the Rocket Launchers. Small missiles are unnecessary, and I assume you wouldn't give me tactical nuclear missiles anyway," Wang Ji replied.

"Fine..." Lian Feng was left speechless, but she still agreed to his strange request.

Rocket Launchers, and the smallest kind at that—while they could not provide an unlimited amount, they could give him nearly as many as he wanted.

This child's requests really were easy to fulfill.

A single dorm room and a pile of Rocket Launchers... Sigh. If his genetic origin were not unknown, and if he allowed testing, they might have been able to trust this child a little more.

Life at Super God Academy was somewhat different from what Wang Ji had imagined. At least, something had gone a little wrong in his case.

At first, he had been quite willing to train alongside everyone else, with the group running drills every day.

The sun set behind the western hills, red clouds filling the sky; the soldiers finished target practice and returned to camp.

There were few specialized classes and even fewer cultural classes. During the first half month, they spent most of their time undergoing physical training under Leina's lead.

While the others carried barbells, Wang Ji carried a pile of Rocket Launchers.

Sometimes, everyone sat on the grass to rest while Wang Ji hugged Rocket Launchers.

Sometimes, they chatted, laughed, and roughhoused while Wang Ji hugged Rocket Launchers.

Although no one knew why this guy was always holding Rocket Launchers, whenever he had nothing to do, he held Rocket Launchers. After holding them for a while, he would even switch to new ones.

Sometimes he also held guns—M416s, AK47s, VVSs, and so on. No one knew why he was always holding those guns.

Sometimes he did not hold a gun at all, instead carrying a box of ammunition...

Or he would roll several Hand Grenades around in his hands, like an old man constantly turning a pair of exercise balls.

And sometimes... he would carry a crate of Pepsi Cola cans. If you asked him for one, he would not let you have any.

Wang Ji was strange. Everyone had discovered that on the first day he began carrying Rocket Launchers, not to mention how many other odd things he fiddled with afterward.

There was definitely something wrong with this kid's head...

Little by little, the others also heard from Du Qiangwei that he was a diehard Chicken Dinner Game fan, and they understood him a little better.

So they understood why the kid did not like riding planes, military jeeps, sedans, or similar vehicles...

Obsession was hard to explain, but it was understandable.

Chuunibyou teenagers had plenty of fun, after all~

And as long as someone was handsome, it was not a case of an ugly person acting strangely—it was an adorable quirk... There was simply no logic to it.

But gradually, Wang Ji became less willing to participate in physical training. It truly wasted too much time.

He applied to Leina and stopped attending the long-distance running sessions.

For a fifty-kilometer run, even if he held back, he would not need a full minute.

And he truly knew that those exercises were useless to him.

And so, half a month passed.

Amid the grassy fields of a valley.

Ge Xiao Lun lay miserably on the ground. He had just been trampled by one shameless teammate after another, and he hated this airborne training.

It was everyone's first airborne training, yet only he had landed face-first...

Meanwhile, Wang Ji quietly watched the cruel scenes unfolding below from the sky, inwardly sighing at how heartless his teammates were—kicking someone when they were down was something he would never do.

Just then, Leina's furious shout came through the channel by his ear:

"Wang Ji! Where the hell did you get that parachute?"