Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

The next day, Pei Sichen got up early in the morning. Lian Qingyang curled up in his mini bed and watched Pei Sichen tidying his clothes in front of the mirror. He thought that after Pei Sichen left, he would ask Xiaojiu to help take him to the laboratory.

As a result, after Pei Sichen tidied his clothes, he walked to his bed, bent over and pulled him out of the quilt. Lian Qingyang was startled and subconsciously reached out to hug his chest. He was not dressed yet!

Pei Sichen didn't seem to intend to let him dress himself. He carefully selected a shirt and pants, and put the clothes on his head. Lian Qingyang had no way to resist and could only obediently let himself be changed like a cotton doll.

After carefully taking care of the details of the clothes, Pei Sichen was satisfied and let Lian Qingyang wash up by himself, and stood aside to introduce his schedule for the day.

"I'm going to the Third Legion's training camp today to check on some soldiers who are still training there. I'm worried about you being alone at home."

Lian Qingyang glanced at him and continued brushing his teeth.

Although this man appears to be very serious, based on his understanding of his character, it must be because he looks too small, which makes him feel very cute and want to keep her by his side all the time.

Pei Sichen stared at Lian Qingyang's action of rinsing his mouth with his face puffed up. He couldn't help but stretched out his finger to poke his face. Lian Qingyang was caught off guard by the attack and spat out a mouthful of water.

He turned around and looked up at the culprit. Pei Sichen put his hands behind his back guiltily, avoiding Lian Qingyang's sight, turned around and strode out.

It was ten minutes later when the two of them packed up and set off. The military camp was quite far from home, and it would take half an hour to get there by hovercraft. Pei Sichen got off the car and walked to the gate. The sensor recognized his identity and opened the door automatically.

There was no sound outside the training camp, but once inside, all kinds of sounds came in, including the soldiers' greetings to Pei Sichen, the sounds of fighting coming from the empty open-air training ground, and the shouts and cheers of the onlookers. Lian Qingyang heard them all.

Having grown up in a quiet and peaceful family atmosphere, Lian Qingyang had never seen such a passionate scene. Just by hearing the sound, he couldn't help but want to look out. Pei Sichen seemed to have connected to his brain waves, and put a hand into his pocket to press down his head that was about to pop out.

Lian Qingyang was so angry that he grabbed Pei Sichen's hand as he tried to pull it away, pounced on it and bit it hard. Pei Sichen remained expressionless, nodded to the soldiers, and walked towards the training ground without stopping.

The shouting soldiers fell silent upon seeing him, saluted, and then returned to watching the fight in silence. Pei Sichen stood aside, observing their fighting techniques and attacks with a serious expression.

Pei Sichen didn't stop Lian Qingyang from sticking his head out to watch curiously. Fortunately, everyone else was staring at the field and no one noticed what was wrong with his pocket.

The competitions and fights in the camp were all limited in scope, but injuries were inevitable. After the two players finished competing, they came down to greet Pei Sichen before going to the side to let the waiting doctor provide treatment and bandage.

Lian Qingyang's eyes were always following the two people. When Pei Sichen lowered his head, he saw Lian Qingyang tilting his head to look at the two people, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

He reached out and held the little man's head, gently pressing it into his pocket. He took two steps onto the training ground, glanced at the soldiers below, and asked loudly with his hands behind his back, "Anyone want to practice? I'll be your sparring partner."

The soldiers who joined the Third Legion were all students of Jiyun Military Academy. They all knew Pei Sichen's top-level mental power and background. In addition, they had followed Pei Sichen to fight on Saik Star not long ago. They admired and respected Pei Sichen's strength and brains, so it was a great thing to be able to get Pei Sichen's guidance now!

The soldiers below couldn't help but get excited, and some were already eager to try. While the others were gathered together whispering, one soldier jumped onto the stage, saluted Pei Sichen, and then said loudly: "General, please show mercy. I will make my move."

After saying that, his face sank, and the palm wind quickly attacked Pei Sichen. Pei Sichen dodged the attack slowly, and only attacked leisurely after dodging the soldier's three moves. Each move hit the pain point, but only three moves made the soldier exhausted. The soldier endured the pain and saluted before being helped off the stage.

Pei Sichen, whose clothes were not hit at all, reached into his pocket and gently rubbed Lian Qingyang's head. He suppressed the smile on his face and spoke again: "Is there anyone else?"

This opportunity was rare, and the soldiers came on stage one after another. As expected, they were all knocked down by Pei Sichen within five moves. However, there was one person who was able to endure and took seven moves from Pei Sichen.

Pei Sichen stared at the person in front of him, his eyes full of admiration, and asked, "What's your name?"

The man remained standing straight, saluted, and answered loudly, "Admiral, my name is Ackerson."

"Aikson? Nice name! Practice more with Yue Yihan from now on. You're pretty good." Pei Sichen patted Ai Keson on the shoulder and turned to leave the stage. "The rest of you should practice hard too. Don't let up. Although we're temporarily on vacation now, war is always sudden. We must always be prepared to rush to the battlefield again. If that happens, I don't want any of you to be sacrificed."

All the soldiers stood up straight and saluted in an instant, saying in unison, "Yes!"

Pei Sichen nodded in satisfaction and left the training grounds, heading for the indoor simulation arena. The arena was large, housing numerous machines. Each person could connect to a machine using an optical computer, don a simulation helmet, and practice mecha combat simulations. This simulation arena was also modeled after the Jiyun Military Academy, though the interior had been slightly adjusted to accommodate more soldiers, according to Pei Sichen's ideas.

Pei Sichen's single-person training room was here. After he entered, he took Lian Qingyang out of his pocket. However, Lian Qingyang didn't seem to be in good condition. Pei Sichen stretched out his fingers to rub his face, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Lian Qingyang lay on the table, opened his eyes, and replied despite feeling dizzy: "I know you're a great fighter, but next time, could you please let me sit in the spectator area? The first-person perspective is making me feel dizzy."

Pei Sichen originally wanted Lian Qingyang to praise him, but he didn't expect Lian Qingyang to be dazzled by his fancy moves. He raised his hand and slapped his forehead, and a trace of annoyance appeared on his originally cold face. Ever since Lian Qingyang became a small child, his attitude towards Lian Qingyang was like a glass doll, except that he could never help but touch him.

Without realizing his attitude had changed, he leaned in and looked at Lian Qingyang, his eyes filled with worry: "Are you okay?"

Lian Qingyang waved her hand, pushed Pei Sichen's face away, closed her eyes, tilted her head, and slowly recovered.

When he opened his eyes, Pei Sichen had already put on his helmet and was practicing with the mecha. The screen next to him was showing a third-person perspective. Lian Qingyang sat up and watched the fight on the screen.

There is no doubt that Pei Sichen is very strong. Even in virtual battles, he can defeat the human-computer interaction in high-difficulty levels, and this battle is still won without any suspense.

After Pei Sichen finished the fight, he took off his helmet refreshed. He turned around and saw Lian Qingyang staring at the screen. His slightly murderous expression suddenly subsided and became much softer.

"Am I doing okay?"

"Yeah, I want to try it too."

"what?"