Skipping Class and Getting Caught by the Vice Principal

Being able to train directly at the Training Department made Xilin happy, but it also brought a problem—class time conflicts. The schedule at the Training Department wasn't exactly the same as the Military Class here. Plus, it took over half an hour of flight time on the direct shuttle bus from the Teaching Zone to the Training Department.

Xilin didn't have Knight's special privileges, so he could only selectively skip a few classes. As long as he didn't skip too much, he should pass the final assessment. If attendance wasn't tied to credits, Xilin could skip many classes. He could grasp the material after one look and would just sleep in class. Only when encountering something in-depth and interesting would Xilin perk up and listen. After all, first-year classes didn't delve too deep. Getting enough credits early would allow him to apply for advanced courses.

The shooting range at the Training Department.

Students were practicing shooting, one hundred bullets, at high-speed moving targets.

For the shooting results, Knight had the highest hit rate, one hundred percent. Pride was second, also one hundred percent, but he took two seconds longer than Knight. Xilin ranked third with a ninety-nine percent hit rate.

At first, Xilin's results astonished everyone, but later they got used to it. In several shooting training sessions, Xilin consistently ranked third, missing one or two shots.

"What a dark horse. Although he can't compare to Knight and Pride, he's not bad compared to some senior students," said the person tallying the scores.

"A bit of a shame, that kid Xilin missed another shot. If he hadn't missed that one, he might have been able to contend for second place with Pride," another person added.

Huoding frowned, remaining silent. He personally came to watch the classes of those two troublemakers, Knight and Pride, to avoid any mishaps that would be difficult to explain to the military officials. But after every shooting class, Huoding always felt something was off about Xilin, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why.

After finishing shooting, Xilin put away his gun and turned to leave. Coincidentally, Pride was also walking towards the exit. Upon seeing Xilin, Pride lifted his chin, "Yo, the eternal third place."

"No one's competing with you on who can lift their chin higher. Scram, you little brat who chokes on fish," Knight said disdainfully, walking up from behind Pride.

Knight's words clearly hit a sore spot for Pride, who had made a joke out of choking on fish and being publicized for it.

Pride glared angrily at both of them, then snorted, lifted his chin, and left.

Knight curled his lips at Pride's retreating back, "Don't mind that little brat. Come on, let's go grab a drink. The food at the Training Department is pretty good. You don't know how much we craved alcohol when we weren't allowed to drink at the military academy..."

Actually, Xilin didn't care about ranking third at all. He could guarantee hitting all targets in half the time Knight took, but doing so would undoubtedly attract suspicion and trouble. Xilin didn't want to stand out too much; he just wanted to enjoy the benefits of being in the top three. He'd stop there.

The courses in the Training Zone were divided into many categories. Besides shooting, they covered Military Theory, Military Geography, Tactical Cooperation, Warship Aircraft Armored Vehicle Driving Skills, and more. Xilin learned a lot from them. However, this period didn't last long.

One day, Xilin skipped his class in the Teaching Zone and sat on the direct passenger flying car from the academy's Teaching Zone to the Training Zone. Not long after the flying car took off, it suddenly stopped. It seemed that a dispute between two students had caused a problem with the flying car's energy system.

Xilin checked the time. Repairing the flying car's energy system would take about half an hour, but he could still make it to his class there. He decided to take a nap.

Vaguely, Xilin heard a conversation not far away.

"Today is so fortunate. Thank you, Old Mo. You've worked hard, Old Mo!"

Xilin also felt someone looking in his direction. He opened his eyes and looked over. The moment he saw who it was, Xilin regretted it.

"It really is you, kid! You dare to skip class!!"

The person who arrived was Mo Heng.

"M-Principal Mo!" Xilin's mouth twitched. No matter how he looked at it, the smile on Mo Heng's face sent a chill down his spine.

Mo Heng ignored the driver and the others. He narrowed his eyes and walked with steady steps, leisurely saying, "Your class at this time should be an Engineering class, right? Mechanical Manufacturing Class?"

"Fine, you've actually been watching me for a long time? You even know what class I'm attending, so how can I argue?"

Glancing at Xilin's backpack: "Are you going to the Training Department?"

"Yeah..."

"You're not allowed to go. Come with me, I have something to tell you." After taking a couple of steps, Mo Heng turned back and saw Xilin hadn't moved. He raised his white eyebrows: "Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? You're delaying other passengers!"...

Xilin reluctantly followed Mo Heng out of the Passenger Flying Car.

"Principal Mo..." There was a shooting class in the Training Department today, which would be counted towards his regular grades.

Mo Heng raised his hand to stop Xilin, dialed his Communicator in front of Xilin, and was almost immediately connected. Huoding's image appeared on the screen.

"Little Ding, I'm taking Xilin with me."

"Yes! Take him wherever you please!" A powerful reply, crisp, decisive, without a hint of hesitation.

Xilin: "..."

After ending the call, Mo Heng sat in his Private Car and beckoned Xilin with a smug grin, "Good boy, come with this old man."

Mo Heng was also leaving temporarily today due to an urgent matter, but he hadn't expected to encounter a Passenger Flying Car with a malfunctioning energy system. He helped out, shortening the repair time from half an hour to five minutes. It was thanks to this coincidence that Mo Heng caught Xilin skipping class.

Xilin rode in Mo Heng's Private Car to the Mechanical Engineering Institute of the Research Department. With Mo Heng leading the way, Xilin encountered almost no obstacles entering the facility.

Mo Heng threw him a set of Work Clothes, "Change into these and follow me."

Not knowing what Mo Heng was up to, Xilin complied. He followed Mo Heng into a Workshop, where scattered parts were strewn everywhere.

"I'll give you half an hour to assemble a complete Mechanical Object. If the detection rate isn't up to standard, it's also considered a failure. If you fail, you're not leaving today, and you'll get zero for your Mechanical Manufacturing class!" With that, Mo Heng closed the door and locked it.

Xilin faced the closed Tempered Door, scratched his head, sighed, and then looked around the Workshop.

With just a glance, Xilin could identify which parts could be combined with each other, but to assemble a fully functional mechanical body, a few parts would always be missing.

Xilin didn't start assembling immediately. Instead, he quickly categorized the parts and memorized the position of each part when assembling a mechanical body. This way, as he sorted and categorized the parts, Mechanical Structure Diagrams began to form in Xilin's mind.

Mo Heng gave him thirty minutes, but there were too many parts in this studio. Just categorizing them took 20 minutes.

The remaining ten minutes... should be enough.

Among these seven piles of parts, only two piles could be fully assembled. Xilin chose the slightly simpler pile and began assembling.

Mo Heng sat in his office, looking at the display screen in front of him, a smile of relief on his face.

Mo Heng had tested the parts in that studio on others from the Research Department, but they either thought it couldn't be fully assembled or could only see one assembled body. Yet, Xilin had figured out both in such a short time. One must know that the time given to the test students was ten hours! Many of these students were Special Recruits, which was why Mo Heng had said Xilin was qualified for Special Recruitment at the Train Station.

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