Little Chick

Some undercurrents were stirring—there really were undercurrents stirring—but ordinary people could not see them.

For instance, Ge Xiao Lun, Zhao Xin, and Rui Mengmeng only knew to attend class when it was time for class, train when it was time to train, complain when they were tired, and sleep when it was time to sleep.

They knew Wang Ji had gone abroad for a stroll and brought everyone gifts. Beyond that, there was not much else.

Some of them perhaps knew that several goddesses at the academy liked this youngest handsome guy and were secretly keeping an eye on him, such as Ge Xiao Lun and Zhao Xin. Others perhaps foolishly knew nothing at all, such as Rui Mengmeng.

They might have been happy that lunchtime had finally arrived, or happy that Wang Ji had decisively gotten together with Qi Lin, cutting off any entanglements with the other goddesses.

In truth, Wang Ji's daily life was not particularly eventful. Apart from simple physical training he did not want to participate in, team coordination drills, group battles, and the like, he did not make any more special exceptions for himself.

His role was similar to Zhao Xin's: assault, reconnaissance, and protecting the sniper.

At other times, he tried his best to squeeze out time to study the things he wanted to study.

His days at the Super God Academy had actually been fairly good. Especially after he and Lian Feng had spoken openly, he more or less no longer needed to think about such unnecessary matters.

There was tension over the future war, as well as cheerful daily life with new friends. What left Du Qiangwei and Leina speechless was that this guy did not speak barbed words to everyone—he only spoke that way to the two of them.

Even more speechless was the fact that after he had clearly confirmed his relationship with Qi Lin, he spoke perfectly normally to them.

That made things very clear...

Although he could still be infuriating when he spoke sometimes, they clearly sensed the purpose behind it—keeping his distance from the ladies.

He was actually very good at making friends. Zhao Xin greatly admired this younger brother whose abilities resembled his own and who was so cultured. Though he had initially been bluffed by him, as they became more familiar, he casually started calling him Lao Wang.

After all, he could not bring himself to call him Little Wang.

Brother Ji did not sound good either.

Rui Mengmeng admired Wang Ji the most, because he looked the most cultured. She admired cultured and capable people most, so whenever Wang Ji was free, she liked to ask him all sorts of questions, and he never grew impatient.

Cheng Yaowen and Ge Xiao Lun got along well with everyone too. Cheng Yaowen was more reserved, while Ge Xiao Lun was somewhat depressed because he could tell Du Qiangwei liked Wang Ji. Wang Ji being popular with girls was admittedly enough to make people jealous...

But he truly was approachable, polite and kind to others.

Even Liu Chuang, though Wang Ji had taught him a lesson and though he still acted improperly, was very polite and close with Wang Ji. Wang Ji was also one of the few people willing to chat calmly with him.

A person with poetry and books within naturally carried elegance; one with literature in his heart possessed the breadth of a valley.

No one could make everyone like them, but many people were willing to draw close to someone cultured and knowledgeable.

Knowledge was power, no matter when.

Especially after Wang Ji had decisively pursued Qi Lin, the boys became even friendlier toward him... What a wonderful comrade!

"If Xin Ye had your qualifications, I'd definitely keep them all hanging one by one and let them fight it out themselves. Only the winner could earn Xin Ye's heart!"

Zhao Xin stood atop a tree, high-spirited as he waved a hand. "Or I'd take them all into my harem! Goddess or not, they're all chicks!

Men, go get yourselves some bros!"

Wang Ji crouched on a branch. Hearing that, he smiled faintly, shook his head, and softly said, "3."

Zhao Xin let out an ah, not understanding what he meant.

"2," Wang Ji calmly said.

"What are you talking about?"

"1."

Bang!

A streak of Golden Light flew over.

"Ah~!"

Zhao Xin cried out miserably and fell to the ground.

"Keep your voice down when you're fantasizing in the future. Be careful—someone might have ears even four kilometers away," Wang Ji said, shaking his head helplessly.

Talking behind Qi Lin's back when she had Wind-Listening Ears was practically no different from provoking her to her face. And since it involved encouraging her boyfriend to cheat, of course she would not go easy on him.

"Fuck..." Zhao Xin held his head, looking speechless. "How come Xin Ye never knew my head could take a sniper round? Wasn't she afraid of killing me?"

"An ordinary sniper bullet won't kill you. She knows that much," Wang Ji replied.

There really was a huge difference between taking the initiative to learn and not learning. Even now, Zhao Xin and the others did not know basic common knowledge about First Generation Super Soldiers, Second Generations, Third Generations, and the like.

Or God-Slaying Weapons, God-Slaying No. 1, and so on. All day long, they just called everything superpowers.

With no one teaching them, it never occurred to them to learn.

Sometimes, it was quite interesting to think about. Qi Lin, Cheng Yaowen, and the others with good character who loved learning had average genes, while those who did not like learning all had excellent genes.

"Tch... Xin Ye isn't climbing trees anymore!" Zhao Xin declared grandly as he ducked behind a tree root, then continued, "But seriously, Lao Wang, did you use cheats or something? How come all three goddesses like you?"

At that, Wang Ji nodded solemnly. "I did... but I don't think that's why."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm handsome."

"..."

Sometimes, a secret crush really was not much of a secret.

Sometimes, aside from yourself thinking no one knew, probably everyone else already knew.

Wang Ji could tell who was interested in him. He could sense Ge Xiao Lun's gloom and bitterness at the time, and he could also notice the barely perceptible inclination hidden beneath Zhao Xin's joking and laughter.

The people they liked all liked him. Sometimes, that made Wang Ji feel like a villain.

The look in someone's eyes when they wanted to stab another person could not be hidden, and neither could faint jealousy.

When young men and women were together, all of them at least fairly attractive, with the girls each looking like celestial beauties, it was perfectly normal for them to harbor certain thoughts toward one another.

Those who probably had no such thoughts were the reserved Cheng Yaowen, Liu Chuang, whom many people looked down on, and the simple-minded Rui Mengmeng.

But none of that had anything to do with Wang Ji, nor did it have anything to do with his pursuit of Qi Lin. Now, it had even less to do with him.

The days passed one by one. Sometimes Wang Ji felt that he was living a different life from everyone else, because his progress was renewed every day—renewed day after day.

The arrangements he had made abroad in just one day were also rapidly producing returns for him.

In the blink of an eye, he had been at the Super God Academy for a month and a half.

"Once this serum is injected, you will no longer be a mortal. You must not touch worldly love and desire again. Before this serum is injected, is there anything you want to say?"

A childish voice sounded by Wang Ji's ear. Qi Lin blinked as she looked at the little thing Wang Ji had suddenly produced, not daring to speak.

Although being so close to him had gradually made her realize that Wang Ji's abilities really seemed to be related to PUBG, or perhaps a simulated PUBG, how had he made this talking little chick?

It was fluffy and round, with a QQ-style cartoon appearance. It even wore a Level Three Helmet, and its two little wings looked like tiny hands.

It was over thirty centimeters tall.

Holding a tube of golden serum, Wang Ji glanced lightly at the little thing and calmly replied, "If we're lucky, we'll have chicken for dinner tonight."