Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

"Have you done beauty treatments on your spiritual body during the three days since you returned home?"

Yang Ming patted the head of his spiritual body, the Tibetan Mastiff, and stared at Ling Shenyi's Bengal golden tiger, falling into deep thought.

The fur is golden, shiny and smooth, and it looks like it is living a very comfortable life.

Ling Shenyi waved the "large cat toy" in his hand and said, "I guess so."

Yang Ming: "..." Yes, that's it, how can it be considered as such.

The class schedule of the Royal Special Military Academy is quite tight, and the requirements for sentinels and guides code-named Lingyun are also more stringent.

The courses for freshmen are mainly theoretical knowledge, mostly complicated and difficult to understand knowledge points. Many sentinels and guides felt sleepy while listening to them.

Yang Ming was scrolling through the pages on his personal terminal. He felt a little dizzy and drowsy, so he just lay there and slept for the whole morning.

When he woke up, the sentries and guides sitting in front of him had fallen down in a large crowd.

When he turned his head to look at Ling Shenyi beside him, he found that Ling Shenyi was still listening very seriously.

Yang Ming suddenly felt that it was no wonder that he could be a top student.

Ling Shenyi didn't know what Yang Ming was thinking, but he was indeed quite interested in these things.

After all, theoretical knowledge is easy to learn and does not require physical effort.

For Ling Shenyi, who has already mastered mecha manufacturing, learning these basic mecha manufacturing knowledge is like riding on a flying boat, and he makes rapid progress.

"Okay, that's all for today's mecha operation class. If you need to know anything else, please feel free to come find me." said the silver-haired sentinel, then walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, our mecha class instructor is so handsome."

"Indeed, I heard that his spirit form is a snow leopard."

"That must be beautiful..."

"Ling Shenyi from our class is also quite handsome..."

"Hey, here he comes."

The blond sentinel made his way through the crowd and into a patch of sunlight.

Yang Ming and Ling Shenyi walked side by side, and from time to time they would imitate the tone of the guides praising Ling Shenyi, and then laugh out loud.

Ling Shenyi's emerald eyes turned slightly, and he said in a calm voice: "My spirit body is indeed very handsome, let it come out and say hello to you?"

"...No, no, thank you, haha." Yang Ming answered with an awkward smile very sincerely.

After the morning classes ended, the practical class finally arrived.

Many sentinels began to do warm-up exercises, and one by one they looked eagerly at their favorite guides.

Ling Shenyi sat on the bench and buttoned up his combat uniform.

A hand was extended in front of him, and Ling Shenyi looked up and saw the pink-haired guide handing him water.

"Ling Shenyi, this is for you." the pink-haired guide whispered.

Ling Shenyi shook his head and refused: "Thank you, but I'm not thirsty."

After saying this, Ling Shenyi stood up and left the bench.

Yang Ming, who was waiting for Ling Shenyi not far away, saw him coming and gave Ling Shenyi a thumbs up.

Yang Ming: "Brother, you are awesome! This is the dream guide of countless freshmen sentinels. You are actually unmoved by the water he gave you. Tsk tsk tsk."

Ling Shenyi: "If you want, I can give you a bottle."

"No, no, I don't want to do that. I don't have that hobby." Yang Ming rubbed his shoulders with disgust and looked at Ling Shenyi. He felt that the question that had been puzzling him for a long time had an answer.

"You are speaking harshly now, and one sentence can make two people angry to death. You didn't say anything when I spoke to you before. Was it intentional?"

Ling Shenyi gave Yang Ming a meaningful look, tightened his sleeves, and walked into the team.

Yang Ming: "..."

The training for guides and sentinels is different, with sentinels focusing on physical training to bring their physique to optimal condition.

The trainer of Lingyun Class is Xue Feng, the famous top sentinel of the Royal Special Military Academy.

As the commander-in-chief of the First Legion of Cang Yun Star, he led an army of no more than a hundred people and wiped out the interstellar pirates who once occupied the affiliated galaxies of Cang Yun Star in one fell swoop.

Later, because of the hidden injuries he suffered in numerous wars, he came to the royal special military academy.

"What did you say? Pei Yu will teach those sentinels physical training classes for you?"

The sentry who was traveling with Xue Feng widened his eyes and spat out water in disbelief.

Xue Feng nodded and straightened the fishing rod in his hand.

"Pei Yu's spiritual body is extraordinary, so it's no problem for him to control those little brats."

The sentry who was traveling with him pinched his nose, thinking that this was the problem, and said, "You hit the nail on the head. Pei Yu is indeed extraordinary, and it is no problem for him to control those little brats, so... I hope these freshmen will know what's good for them and not cause bad luck to Pei Yu."

After he finished speaking, he and Xue Feng smiled at each other, and both tasted the taste of gloating in each other's eyes.

In the indoor training ground of the Royal Special Military Academy, rows of sentries stood in an orderly manner.

The guides were assigned to another side and trained by different instructors.

The long-haired guide stood in the battle field in combat uniform. The wind from the duct in the training ground blew his long hair. He looked down at the sentinels indifferently.

Pei Yu: "Today, I am your physical training instructor."

"ah?"

A sentry uttered a short, puzzled sound.

Yang Ming nudged Ling Shenyi with his elbow and said in a low voice: "Ling Shenyi, why did Instructor Pei give us physical training? After all, no matter how strong Instructor Pei is, he is just a guide. What if he gets hurt..."

"Who is injured?" Ling Shenyi's green eyes turned to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming blinked: "Of course it's Instructor Pei."

Ling Shenyi sneered and said nothing more.

Pei Yu: "Who will come up first to compete with me?"

"Goodbye, Instructor Pei. We are all sentinels, with thick skin and strong strength. What if we hurt you?"

"That's right, instructor. After all, this is physical training, not mecha training..."

"Instructor Pei, let's just forget it!"

The sentries said, scratching their heads.

Pei Yu's expression remained unchanged. He opened his personal terminal and said, "In that case, I will randomly select..."

"etc."

A loud voice was heard, and Pei Yu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a blond sentry stepping out of the team.

Ling Shenyi and Pei Yu looked at each other, smiled and said: "Coach Pei, let me compete with you."

Pei Yu turned off his personal terminal, looked at Ling Shenyi and said, "Okay, classmate Ling."

The long-haired guide extended his hand toward the blond sentinel, and the two clasped their hands together, kicking off the pre-match preparations.

The temperature was transmitted from Pei Yu's body to Ling Shenyi's palm, and Ling Shenyi suddenly felt the blood in his body boiling.

He had been looking forward to such a day since he came here.

Standing side by side with Pei Yu, who looks like this now.