Ji Ming? Rong Shi frowned.

That name sounded familiar.

Before he could figure it out, there was a stir from the bed opposite.

Song Yu, in his sleep, frowned, his expression pained. His hands on the quilt tightened, and he occasionally let out soft murmurs.

“Bunny—bunny—”

The air gradually filled with a sweet and strong scent of alcohol.

Rong Shi got up and walked over softly.

Getting closer, he could see cold sweat beading on Song Yu’s forehead.

Song Yu’s sleep quality had been getting worse lately, often waking up in the middle of the night. He only slept soundly when Rong Shi held him.

So much had happened on his first battlefield experience; was it too much for him?

No matter how strong he was, he was still only eighteen.

Rong Shi lifted the quilt and lay down, pulling the fragrant little tender grass into his arms and gently patting him.

“Good boy, I’m here.”

The bed was too small; he could only lie on his side, and if he turned over, he’d fall to the floor.

Perhaps sensing the familiar scent, Song Yu leaned against him, his brows gradually relaxed, and the intense pheromones also receded.

---

The training cabin was already packed early in the morning.

A group of people surrounded the open space in the southwest corner, with cheers erupting from time to time.

“Boss Rong is awesome!”

“Captain, are you out of gas?”

“Damn, been fighting this long and not even out of breath, definitely a young man.”

“Holy crap! What a beautiful punch!”

In the middle of the crowd, Rong Shi was sparring with Old Lin.

Old Lin was wearing military trousers, his shirt off, leaving only a white undershirt. He was soaked in sweat as if he’d been pulled from water, and his movements clearly showed a lack of strength.

Rong Shi, on the other hand, was in a perfectly neat combat uniform, his clothes straight and snug. Let alone sweat, not even his hairstyle was messed up. He was as calm as if he were teasing a child.

Rong Shi’s attacks were fast, and each move struck a vital point. Old Lin’s rhythm became more and more chaotic. He was forced back by a sweeping motion to his neck, stumbling several steps backward.

“No more, no more!” Old Lin gave up, sitting on the ground, panting heavily. “You little brat, you didn’t even go easy on me. In front of all these brothers, couldn’t you save me some face?”

Rong Shi straightened his cuffs, his clear, cold voice slowly saying, “I’ve already saved you a lot of face.”

The surrounding soldiers laughed loudly—

“Hahahahaha—Captain, are you in a hurry to be humiliated this early in the morning?”

“No wonder so many people at the military academy call him Dad Rong hahahahaha—”

“Who told you to challenge Dad Rong?”

“His dignity is gone too hahahahaha—”

“Don’t cry, Captain, stand up and you’re still a good man, hahahaha—”

“Old Lin, don’t be a coward, fight back!”

Some people were eager to try and spar with Rong Shi as well.

This atmosphere made him feel a sudden sense of being back in the First Legion.

On mornings without combat plans, sparring with his subordinates and occasionally giving them pointers was one of Rong Shi’s few forms of entertainment.

Qiu Tianhao and Qing Song, master and apprentice, walked out of the training room after their morning exercise, discussing today’s plan. Seeing a corner of the hall full of people cheering, they couldn’t help but feel curious.

“What are they doing?” Qing Song greeted Qiu Tianhao and walked towards them. “Let’s go join the fun too.”

There were too many people, so Qing Song climbed onto a basketball hoop, sat there, and looked down.

Whoa! It’s Rong Shi!

Watching his master climb like a monkey, Qiu Tianhao: “…”

Where’s his image?

“Whoa, this kid is good!” Qing Song got excited and waved to his obedient apprentice below. “Tianhao, climb up quickly, it’s really exciting!”

Qiu Tianhao: “…”

Half an hour of intense sparring passed, and the number of people wanting to challenge Rong Shi sharply decreased.

He was just too damn strong! They couldn’t win at all!

Rong Shi took a few steps closer, reached out to pull up his opponent who had fallen to the ground, and looked around: “Anyone else?”

“No, no! You wiped us out.”

“Living is good, why seek death?”

“The difficulty is too high, I can’t do it.”

“If we don’t fight, we can still have a fantasy space. Once we fight, we’ll know we can’t win.”

“Look at you cowards! You dared to talk about me just now?!” Old Lin folded his arms and sneered from the side. Seeing Rong Shi not even red-faced or out of breath, he slyly teased him, “You little brat, your stamina is too good, isn’t it? No wonder your wife likes you so much.”

Rong Shi: “You guys are too weak.”

Old Lin: “…”

This mouth was just too annoying!

On the basketball hoop, Qing Song nudged Qiu Tianhao with his elbow: “You go compare with him.”

Qiu Tianhao: “I’ve already scheduled a mech simulation battle with him. You go.”

Qing Song: “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I lost?”

Qiu Tianhao: “You’re not someone who cares about face.”

Qing Song: “…”

So, he was already defaulted to losing? What kind of apprentice was this?

Just as they were talking, they saw Song Yu walking towards them from a distance, and the crowd automatically made way for him.

“Brother?” Song Yu’s gaze swept over the group of onlookers. “What were you playing just now?”

Rong Shi buttoned up his three open buttons, completely covering his collarbone and neck, and only then was he satisfied.

“Morning exercise. Want to warm up?”

Song Yu patted his hand away, unbuttoned the top button, and said casually, “Sure, there’s still some time before dinner.”

The soldiers who were about to disperse immediately rushed back.

This was much more exciting than the sparring earlier!

A group of people chuckled, making crude jokes—

“Not enough fighting in bed, gotta fight outside too? That intense? Hehehehe—”

“That’s called fighting passionately.”

“Fighting is love, scolding is affection, hehehe—”

When fighting with his wife, Rong Shi surely would go easy, right?

Everyone thought so before the fight began.

But after just a minute, they realized how ridiculous their thoughts were.

Song Yu completely changed his usual lazy style, attacking fiercely, with tricky angles, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

Just watching was suffocating.

If it were them, wouldn’t they be beaten black and blue by that combo?

Rong Shi countered every move, finding his opponent’s weaknesses and seizing opportunities to counterattack, fighting his wife more fiercely than anyone.

Everyone was mesmerized; who had time for crude jokes?!

“Damn! I believe he went easy earlier now.”

“F*ck, are military academy students this good now?”

“I couldn’t block that move just now, so that’s how you block it. Little Song is so strong!”

“He pierced someone’s hand on the first day he arrived, how can he not be strong?”

On the basketball hoop, the master and apprentice watched with great interest.

Qing Song: “Their attack patterns are very similar, but Xiao Song’s fighting style is more aggressive. He’ll counterattack with even the slightest opportunity. Xiao Rong is more stable.”

Qiu Tianhao nodded: “It’s very similar to their personalities.”

Qing Song: “No wonder the commander always has a sour face when he sees them. If it were me, I would too.”

Qiu Tianhao didn’t understand: “Why?”

Qing Song shook his head, clicking his tongue: “Such good talents are right in front of you, but you can only look and not take them in. Who wouldn’t be furious?”

Generally, most intern slots in each legion are reserved for their own disciples. For example, Qiu Tianhao interned in the Second Legion.

But Rong Shi and Song Yu were different; they had no connection to the Second Legion whatsoever. Their current mission with the legion was directly arranged by higher-ups.

This was like helping someone else raise their child; no matter how much you liked them, they belonged to someone else.

After a satisfying twenty-minute fight, Rong Shi and Song Yu walked back hand-in-hand to shower.

Leaving Old Lin and the others with expressions of severe injury.

They were shown off by the young people’s skills and then force-fed a mouthful of dog food—a double fatal blow.

---

In the three-story lounge area, a military doctor in a white coat, smoking a cigarette, leaned against the window, watching the two walking away, a slight smile on his lips.

It was Jiang Huai in disguise.

“Youth is truly wonderful,” another military doctor in a white coat, also smoking, sighed. “When I was eighteen, I spent all my time buried in medical books, foolishly wasting my precious time.”

The smile in Jiang Huai’s eyes deepened, “Eighteen, indeed, shouldn’t be underestimated.”

---

The A8 squad being attacked twice by enemy forces caught the legion’s attention.

Jin Dazhao dispatched mech units to patrol near the M80 and L100 areas, but apart from the traces of the previous battle, they found nothing.

Rong Shi and Song Yu stood in the main control room, watching the A8 squad’s spaceship fly out of the main battleship on the virtual screen.

Song Yu whispered, “The database is gone; they won’t give up easily.”

Rong Shi nodded, his eyes slightly dim.

Currently, only the Second Legion was on V99, making them the base’s prime suspect.

However, during their evacuation that day, they hadn’t exposed their identities or directly linked themselves to the Second Legion.

Now, it remained to be seen if the organization would attack the entire Second Legion based solely on suspicion, regardless of the cost.

Less than an hour later, the main control room received a distress call from the A8 squad.

Old Lin’s loud voice blared through the speakers.

“Quick, get some f*cking rescue here! Those bastards are attacking us again!”

The programmer immediately located them and sent the coordinates to the mech units.

But the A8’s spaceship hadn’t reached the target location yet, and the patrolling mech units were far from that area. It would be faster to go directly from the battleship.

The popped-up virtual screen displayed the video Old Lin sent from the front.

Five medium-sized battleships and dozens of small battleships crowded the screen, continuously firing at them.

“Faster!” Old Lin’s exasperated voice came through the violently shaking screen. “Any slower and A8 will be blown to dust!”

“Damn! What kind of scale is this?!” The control room leader, seeing the situation was dire, immediately reported the intelligence to the command center.

It had come after all.

Rong Shi’s expression changed, and he and Song Yu quietly walked out.

In the lowest hangar of the battleship, Qing Song’s mech vanguard force was ready for action.

“Everyone, power up your mechs within thirty seconds, depart in one minute!”

“Yes!”

Dozens of soldiers in combat uniforms responded in unison, entering their respective mechs in an orderly fashion.

When Rong Shi and Song Yu arrived, Qing Song was just about to board his mech.

“Take us with you.” Rong Shi’s speech was much faster than usual. “We can help.”

Qiu Tianhao’s eyes lit up: “You two want to come too? Take my mech.”

“No.” Qing Song, usually easy to talk to, flatly refused.

His expression was serious: “This isn’t an exploration mission. The situation is special. You two stay safely on the main battleship!”

Rong Shi: “It’s precisely because the situation is special that we need to go.”

But Qing Song wouldn’t budge an inch.

Time was short, so he boarded his mech without further explanation.

Dozens of mechs powered up almost simultaneously. They rose in unison from a kneeling position, their body shells deforming in various places, revealing their hidden muzzles, and activating combat mode.

Rong Shi’s hand, hanging by his side, clenched. He pulled Song Yu and quickly walked in another direction.

In another hangar, the medical team was boarding a rescue-specific spaceship.

Among the group of people in white coats, Rong Shi almost instantly spotted Jiang Huai with his medical kit.

Song Yu immediately understood what he meant. Rationally, he knew that going with the medical team was the most suitable, but he still couldn’t help but frown.

Just before Jiang Huai boarded the spaceship, Rong Shi quickly grabbed him.

Jiang Huai tilted his head, looking at him with his disguised, unremarkable face: “What, did your hemorrhoids act up again?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Jiang Huai shook off his hand and turned back to walk up: “Just put it back for now; I’ll treat you when I get back.”

“Take us with you.” Rong Shi had no intention of playing riddles with him.

Jiang Huai smiled: “I have no obligation to.”

It was clear he refused.

Catching sight of Song Yu rushing over from the corner of his eye, Rong Shi lowered his voice: “If you don’t take us, I’ll tell Xiao Yu your identity.”

The smile on Jiang Huai’s lips stiffened: “…”

This little brat.

Seeing the two of them getting close again, Song Yu became even more irritable. He rushed over and pulled Rong Shi behind him, suppressing the urge to kill, his face extremely grim.

“Doctor, what do you want to do to my wife?”

Jiang Huai: “…”

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Author’s Note:

Later—

Cat Dad: I don’t want these two brats anymore; selling them by weight.

Song Cat: Daddy, I was wrong QuQ [Spreading out his belly for pets]

Rong Bunny: … [Silently spreading out his belly]

#Threatening my father, where did I get the guts?#