The Crybaby Alpha is Actually Really Cool - Chapter 12

After finishing lunch, Ruan Qingyao rushed back to the dorm. He was busy showering and changing clothes until 1:50 PM. If training hadn’t started at 2 PM, Ruan Qingyao could have dawdled a bit more.

Unexpectedly, both instructors were absent. The instructor from the adjacent Field 2 came over and assigned them a task: a simple run along the perimeter of Field 1.

Ruan Qingyao set up his optical computer as required and started running slowly. Only Cheng Shu accompanied him, also moving leisurely at the back, while Wen Yuchen and the other four had already rushed out.

He complained to Cheng Shu in a whiny voice: “Why must we have outdoor training in the middle of the day? Luckily, the sun isn’t that strong right now.”

Cheng Shu said, “It’s for better training results.”

Training was held at this time during spring, summer, and autumn. In winter, it would be reversed, and there would also be irregular day-and-night reversals.

He comforted Ruan Qingyao: “Only the recruits for this one year are like this. It gets much freer in the second year, with no mandatory group training.”

Ruan Qingyao became even more unhappy, his face drooping: “I heard that we start going on missions in the second year.”

Second-year soldiers undertook missions within the Empire, while third-year soldiers officially went to the battlefield.

Cheng Shu sighed. Any words felt powerless. “It will pass quickly.”

Ruan Qingyao also realized he was being a little gloomy, possibly a lingering effect of the pain from the spider silk in the morning, or maybe the sun beating down on his head. He took a deep breath and cheered up: “Cheng Cheng is right, it will pass quickly.”

“Speaking of which, Cheng Cheng, why did you choose to join the army?”

Generally, Betas who choose to join the army have more restless personalities—hot-blooded, bold, and so on. But Cheng Shu felt very peaceful and gentle. In Ruan Qingyao’s imagination, Cheng Shu should be the kind of person who likes to sit under a grapevine, comfortably lying in a rocking chair, enjoying a gentle and tranquil afternoon.

Cheng Shu had never thought about this question. Suddenly being asked, he pondered for a moment: “Probably because it was the best choice at that time.”

Noticing a hint of faint sorrow in Cheng Shu’s tone, Ruan Qingyao felt a bit strange, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he changed the subject, grumbling and complaining about Mo Buyu’s bad behavior.

“He promised me a single room in Meiya Lai but then went back on his word…”

His voice was soft and sweet, making Cheng Shu couldn’t help but smile and join in scolding Mo Buyu for Ruan Qingyao.

An hour later, Cheng Shu looked at the delicate Ruan Qingyao beside him—whose face wasn’t red, breathing wasn’t strained, and stamina seemed limitless—then looked at the strong Alphas and Betas behind him who were panting like dogs. He felt a subtle sense of awkwardness.

Ruan Qingyao also followed his gaze and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, his tone slightly smug. “Long-distance running needs to be slow, steady, and even. Since there’s no mandatory number of laps, running so fast is bound to make them tired. There’s still an hour to go~”

Cheng Shu opened his mouth, then finally chose to stay silent.

The afternoon class teacher was still Nie Wan. As soon as he entered the classroom, he reminded everyone: “Don’t forget the questions for tomorrow morning’s class.”

The exhausted crowd grumbled like angry dogs.

“I heard that some of you couldn’t summon your spirit artifacts during the morning training. In this class, we’re going to solve this problem for you.”

Nie Wan stretched out his finger and traced in the air, finally landing on Ruan Qingyao.

There was no helping it. Among a crowd of people slumped over desks like they had no bones, the straight-backed Ruan Qingyao was too noticeable.

“You, come over and assist me.”

Ruan Qingyao pouted unhappily. He still remembered this person wanting to use his precious little box as a brick.

“Hurry up, don’t waste everyone’s time!” Seeing that the person was unwilling, Nie Wan felt malicious amusement and urged him relentlessly.

Ruan Qingyao slowly shuffled up to the podium.

Nie Wan pulled out a large box from under the lecture desk, took out a helmet from inside, and handed it to Ruan Qingyao. “Put it on and sit there.”

The helmet was covered in dust. Ruan Qingyao took half a step back in disgust, pulled out a tissue and cleaning fluid, leaned his body back, and stretched his arms to clean the helmet, terrified of getting himself dirty.

Nie Wan smiled at the sight. “Germaphobe, are we?”

As he spoke, he directly tossed the helmet into Ruan Qingyao’s arms, where it rolled around and successfully soiled his clothes.

Ruan Qingyao grumbled in distaste, his eyes reddening with anger. This person was too awful!

“Hurry up, or I’ll throw you in a mud pit,” Nie Wan threatened with a smile.

A tear pa-ta fell from Ruan Qingyao’s eye. He sped up his hands, ignoring the outside of the helmet, and cleaned the inside first.

Nie Wan was even more excited. Tears in the army and on the battlefield only symbolized weakness and being easy to bully.

Below the podium, Cheng Shu firmly held down the nearly enraged Wen Yuchen and Xu Lingguang. You Xiaoxi held down Xiong Yan.

Cheng Shu only managed to secure the peace of the classroom by promising to corner Nie Wan after class.

Cheng Shu didn’t know much about Nie Wan, but he had heard that the veterans who served as instructors and teachers for new recruits were not good people. Teaching new recruits was merely a form of entertainment for veterans who had been suppressed in the battlefield for a long time.

Ruan Qingyao put on the helmet and sat in the chair on the podium.

Nie Wan had a remote control in his hand.

He said, “Summon your spirit artifact.”

Ruan Qingyao cooperatively summoned his box.

Nie Wan: “Put it back.”

“As you can see, Ruan Qingyao is completely at ease in summoning his spirit artifact now.”

“The reason why you couldn’t summon your spirit artifacts this morning is that facing the insect race for the first time contaminated your spirit, causing your spiritual domain to become unstable and unable to open or close at will. To ensure the stability of the spiritual domain, you can only practice more.”

“The helmet he is wearing was specially developed by the research institute to simulate the pressure exerted by the insect race on us. It guarantees training results without causing us harm.”

“Alright, I’m turning on the switch now. Try to summon your spirit artifact and see what it feels like.”

The next second, the magnificent little box appeared in Ruan Qingyao’s hand.

Nie Wan chuckled. “The little guy has pretty good willpower. Put it back.”

After Ruan Qingyao put it away, Nie Wan asked, “This is level three. How does it feel?”

Ruan Qingyao shook his head: “No feeling?”

Nie Wan: “Summon your spirit artifact.”

Before he finished speaking, the little box had already appeared in Ruan Qingyao’s hand.

Nie Wan’s expression was somewhat frozen. He gave Ruan Qingyao a deep look and adjusted the gear to level eight, the third-highest setting. He knew that he himself couldn’t withstand level eight right now. It would take him five or six minutes to summon his spirit artifact.

“And now?”

Ruan Qingyao paused for five or six seconds, then summoned the box.

Nie Wan frowned. “Is the equipment broken? Get up and take it off for me.”

Ruan Qingyao eagerly took off the helmet and handed it to Nie Wan. Nie Wan put it on himself and set it to level ten.

Instantly, his face turned pale, his hands couldn’t move, and he could barely move his lips, speaking in a very low, fragmented voice: “Turn… it… off…”

Ruan Qingyao didn’t hear clearly what he said: “What did you say?”

The next second, Nie Wan fainted, collapsing to the ground. The helmet came off his head as a result.

“What happened?”

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

Everyone surged towards the podium, chattering. Several healers were checking inside the crowd.

“It looks like he fainted from being unable to withstand the pressure?”

“Let me take a look,” Wen Yuchen said. He secretly poked and pinched Nie Wan.

“He’s waking up, he’s waking up.”

In an instant, everyone scattered and rushed back to their seats, leaving only Ruan Qingyao behind.

Ruan Qingyao pursed his lips and reluctantly asked: “Do you need me to find a healer for you?”

Nie Wan shook his dizzy head. “No need. Go back. Someone else come up.”

A huge doubt arose in his mind. The impact of level ten just now had completely overwhelmed him, which meant the helmet wasn’t broken. So, how could Ruan Qingyao easily summon his spirit artifact at level eight?

If it weren’t for the apprehension of Mo Buyu, Nie Wan would have immediately put the helmet on Ruan Qingyao’s head and tested level ten.

Another person was swapped in, and things became much more normal.

At level one, the speed of summoning the spirit artifact was already significantly slower. At level two, the person started complaining of a headache. At level three, they immediately threw up.

Nie Wan said, “Practice more, and you’ll be fine. Next, I’ll give you a detailed explanation of the spiritual domain and spirit.”

As he spoke, he stared intently at Ruan Qingyao. This person definitely had some secret. He excitedly licked the corner of his lips. He hadn’t expected to gain something while on vacation.

Feeling Nie Wan’s strange gaze, Ruan Qingyao frowned uncomfortably, wondering if there was a channel for complaints. This person was too annoying.

As soon as the class ended, Ruan Qingyao complained plaintively: “I feel like Teacher Nie is targeting me. Am I…”

“He’s the pervert!” Wen Yuchen said decisively.

The other three agreed. Xu Lingguang said, “Considering the roasted suckling pig at noon, this Young Master will go corner that wicked devil tonight.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Xu Lingguang received unfriendly glares from three pairs of eyes.

Wen Yuchen wished he could punch him in the head. How could he talk about cornering someone in front of the beautiful and kind Qingyao? What if Qingyao had a soft heart?

The kind little angel Ruan Qingyao was thrilled: “Good, good! I have black sacks, white sacks, and colorful sacks here. Which one should we use?”

The four were stunned, and then their hearts erupted in anger. This pervert Nie Wan was truly going too far to make the kind Qingyao despise him so much.

Cheng Shu, the clear-headed one, silently rubbed his forehead.

The evening class was still taught by Nie Wan. It wasn’t originally his, but he had forcibly taken over the class for someone else. The content didn’t follow the afternoon’s. Instead, he showed everyone a battlefield documentary, the kind where humans were retreating and utterly defeated.

The extreme gore almost made everyone throw up their dinner.

Ruan Qingyao covered his eyes, not daring to watch, but this only highlighted the sound, making him even more uncomfortable.

Nie Wan’s voice was faint, like a demon from hell: “This is nothing. Can’t you handle it already? If you don’t want to end up like them in the video, then watch properly.”

What he said was not wrong. All the training and knowledge were intended to increase their survival rate on the battlefield.

Only by surviving could there be a win or a loss.

The bell for the end of class rang. Looking at the crowd with sore, exhausted legs who couldn’t move, Nie Wan cheerfully hummed a tune. The thought of them being too scared to sleep or having nightmares at night made Nie Wan happy.

He walked out of Hongwen Building with his teaching materials, noticed the little guys following him, and deliberately turned into the small woods.

The small woods were suitable for doing things that couldn’t see the light of day.

The tune Nie Wan hummed became increasingly joyful.