Mei Xiaqing

On the track, Bai Yang could only hear the noise of voices around him before losing consciousness, his awareness growing fainter and fainter.

"Brother, that was insane!"

"I haven't seen you before, are you a freshman?"

"That speed just now was definitely at the martial artist level, right? And you lasted that long, I'm seriously impressed!"

"He passed out, hurry and take him to the infirmary!"

"Our First Military Academy's got another freak!"

A group of classmates lifted him haphazardly and rushed toward the infirmary.

None of them noticed the military man in the distance, nor did they hear his question.

Behind that middle-aged man, a solemn-faced female adjutant looked down at the tablet in her hand and reported, "Reporting to War God Lu. His name is Bai Yang, 19 years old. A freshman who entered last year. The biological nephew of Bai Pianyong from the Limit Dojo."

Lu Ting frowned slightly and pressed further, "Surname Bai? Also from Kyoto Base City?"

The female adjutant shook her head. "Not much of a connection. This Jiangnan branch has never been close to the main family. Only Bai Pianyong's son, Bai Sheng, is training in Kyoto. Word is he has a good chance of becoming a War God, but the Bai family forcibly recalled him."

Lu Ting pondered for a moment, then ordered, "Notify the infirmary. Have them check for me: 1. Whether today's extreme exertion will leave any hidden damage to his body. If so, how much it would cost to treat. 2. Whether he took any heavenly treasures or gene serums beforehand. I want to know before noon."

The female adjutant behind him snapped her heels together, raised her right hand in a formal military salute, then turned and left.

She had served War God Lu for years. For him to directly change his itinerary meant he clearly had high hopes for this Bai Yang.

She didn't need to ask why, nor could she just send a casual order. She had to go personally to oversee it.

Lu Ting walked alone toward the principal's office. He had only come back to visit an old friend at the school.

Taking advantage of the quiet morning, he had planned to make a quick trip.

He never expected to stumble upon an unexpected find. A 19-year-old martial artist was nothing special.

But his willpower and flawless movements were far too rare, worth his attention.

For now, he would stay in Jiangnan Base City and see how things played out.

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Bai Yang slowly woke up, his stomach gnawing with hunger, the sharp smell of disinfectant and alcohol filling his nose.

"This is... the infirmary?"

He looked down at himself and was instantly startled.

His entire body was covered in electrodes and monitoring equipment, a full-scale mobilization.

By the bed stood a balding doctor, reading a list in his hand, occasionally glancing at the instrument data beside him.

Had he been exposed the moment he stopped being human? Were they about to slice him up?

Bai Yang's heart grew wary as he quietly gathered his strength. Just then, the doctor noticed he was awake.

The doctor smiled warmly and asked with concern, "Classmate Bai Yang, do you feel any discomfort?"

They even looked up my name!

Bai Yang put on a confused expression and asked, "Doctor, what happened to me?"

Seeing his uneasy look, the doctor explained, "Your body's fine. After the gene optimization, you're very healthy. It's just that you broke through and then kept up intense exercise, so your body hasn't adjusted yet.

I gave you some glucose. Once you feel okay, just go to the academic affairs office yourself."

Bai Yang's expression shifted slightly, and he asked doubtfully, "Academic affairs office? Doctor, why would I go there?"

"To handle your withdrawal procedures." A female voice suddenly cut in.

Both of them turned. A sharp-looking female officer walked in.

Bai Yang's eyes swept over her shoulder insignia—Major!

The female officer had already extended her hand, shaking his firmly, and introduced herself, "My name is Mei Xiaqing. I'm Adjutant to War God Lu. You can call me Sister Mei from now on."

Bai Yang saw she was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, tall, and could be considered quite beautiful, but her military bearing was too heavy.

More imposing than graceful, too rigid and formal, making it hard to feel any closeness.

As a student of Jiangnan First Military Academy, Bai Yang naturally held military status and couldn't be casually reassigned.

For him to be suddenly withdrawn for no reason, it was most likely the arrangement of this so-called War God Lu.

The best move now was to play dumb and ask some "normal" questions.

Bai Yang seemed to think it over for a long time, still unable to hide his confusion, and asked, "Sister Mei, why do I have to withdraw? Is this War God Lu's arrangement? Who is he?"

Mei Xiaqing nodded. "That's right, it's all War God Lu's decision. I'm not authorized to disclose his identity. Don't worry, having you withdraw isn't a bad thing—it's to transfer you to Kyoto First Military Academy."

Kyoto First Military Academy!

Both Bai Yang and the doctor felt their hearts seize up!

Which school in China was the best?

If this were his past life, Tsinghua and Peking University would have people arguing for countless forum pages.

But in this special post-disaster era, Kyoto First Military Academy had become one of "the two."

As for the realm of military academies, it was far ahead, leaving Jiangnan First Military Academy in the dust by an immeasurable margin.

Bai Yang, having gained his opportunity, wouldn't be overly excited even if he were to enter War God Camp directly now, let alone over a university.

But he wasn't blind to the effort and weight of connections required here.

Bai Yang put on an expression mixing excitement and nervousness, and stopped asking questions.

Everything would have to wait until he met that War God surnamed Lu.

He got up, unplugged the electrodes, dressed, and followed Sister Mei to the Academic Affairs Office.

Mei Xiaqing was tall and striking, with impeccable makeup, a tight short skirt wrapping around her fair, long legs.

A thick file folder hung from her hand, yet she still appeared efficient, every move carrying a military bearing, even the rhythm of her steps.

Along the way, she drew countless envious glances from young men and women. Bai Yang followed silently behind, playing his part as the invisible nobody.

The two arrived before a three-story white building—this was the Academic Affairs Office of Jiangnan First Military Academy.

Student admission and withdrawal matters were handled on the second floor. They went straight up the stairs, and in that moment, countless eyes took note of the scene.

Mei Xiaqing directly showed some kind of identification to a teacher at the admissions office, then pushed the file folder across.

The teacher shot them a surprised glance, then immediately set to work.

Bai Yang frowned inwardly. This whole process was far too efficient.

It wasn't even noon yet—when had they prepared everything?

Just then, Mei Xiaqing turned to Bai Yang and said, "I'm going upstairs to receive a fax. Wait for me here." Then she headed up.

Bai Yang naturally agreed, wanting to figure out how all this had come about.

He pulled out his phone and checked the campus forum for information.

Soon enough, he found the account of his fainting episode—another student had taken photos and uploaded them—but there was no trace of Mei Xiaqing.

He was puzzled when suddenly he heard a strange shout from behind:

"Bai Yang, what are you doing here? Poor grades, and you still dare to slack off on training?"

That bald Supervisor Geng!

The moment he heard that voice, anger flared in his chest.