Chapter 32: Caught By The Vice Headmaster For Skipping Class (1/2)

Chapter 32: Caught By The Vice Headmaster For Skipping Class

Naturally, Cillin was happy that he could go straight to the training division to train, but it had also brought him a problem – a schedule clash. This was because the training division’s class time was not entirely similar to the military class time. In addition, even if he were to take a direct shuttle from the school zone to the training zone, it would still take him more than half an hour of flight time.

Cillin did not have special privilege like Knight, so he had no choice but to selectively skip a few classes. He should be able to pass the final exam as long as he didn’t skip too many classes. If it wasn’t for the fact that attendance was tied to credits, there were many classes that Cillin didn’t need to attend. He only needed to look at the materials once to learn them, so even if he went, he would just be sleeping in class. It was only when he encountered more advanced or interesting materials would he pluck himself up and listen for a moment. There weren’t many advanced materials for first grades after all; if he could accumulate enough credits sooner, he would be able to apply for high grade courses then.

At the training division’s shooting range.

The students were doing target practice; 100 shots at high speed moving targets.

The result of the practice were as followed: Knight had the highest hit rate at one hundred percent. The next was Pride, also scoring a hundred percent but used two more seconds than Knight. The third was Cillin, with a ninety nine percent hitting rate.

At first Cillin’s results had surprised everyone, but they got used to it later on. A few target practices passed, and Cillin constantly sat at third place by missing one or two shots.

“What a black horse. He may not compare to Knight and Pride, but he’s not far away from some of the high grade students already.” The person calculating the scores said.

“It is a little regretful. That Cillin kid had missed yet another shot. If he didn’t miss that, he might have been able to compete with Pride for second place.” Another person also said.

Huo Neil frowned and did not say anything. He always came over and observed the two little ancestors Knight and Pride when they had their classes to prevent landing into a situation where it would be awkward for him to explain it to certain people in the army. But after every shooting class, Huo Neil kept feeling that something was off with that Cillin kid, even though he couldn’t quite get his fingers on it.

After the target practice had ended, Cillin withdrew his gun and turned around, getting ready to leave. Coincidentally, Pride was also heading towards the exit, and after he saw Cillin, he lifted his chin and said, “Yo, Forever Third (T/N: Literally it would mean, ‘the third for ten thousand years’. Basically he’s saying that Cillin is always at third place).”

“No one is competing with you to see who can lift their chins higher. Now get lost, you snotty brat who can choke himself while eating fish.” Knight said derisively while walking over from behind Pride.

It was obvious that Knight’s words had struck Pride in a sore spot. That one incident where he choked on a fish had turned him into a laughing stock.

After glaring indignantly at the duo, Pride humphed once before lifting his chin and left.

Knight twitched his mouth at Pride’s back and said, “No need to bother with that snotty brat, c’mon, let’s go get a drink. The food at the training division ain’t bad; do you know that back in military school, they barred us from drinking and starved us so bad…”

In truth, Cillin didn’t mind placing at third place at all. He could absolutely hit all the targets in half of Knight’s time, but by doing so, he would without a doubt bring a whole lot of suspicion and trouble upon himself. Cillin did not plan to stand out too much; as long as he could enjoy the benefits of being part of the top three, it would be fine. The rest should play out just right.

There were many types of courses in the training zone. Other than shooting, there was also military theory, military geography, cooperative tactics, driving techniques of battleships, airplanes, tanks and so on. Cillin had learned quite a bit during middle school himself, but those days didn’t last long.

Today, Cillin had skipped his class at the school zone and took the passenger car that goes directly from the school zone to the training zone. The transport didn’t fly for long before it came to a sudden stop. Apparently a conflict between two students had caused a small problem in the passenger car’s energy system.

Cillin checked the time. The passenger car’s energy system should take about half an hour to repair, but he was still in time for class. Let’s take a nap.

Vaguely, Cillin heard a conversation from not far away.

“Today is my lucky day! Thank you elder Mo, thank you for your efforts elder Mo!”

Cillin even felt someone looking at his direction, so he opened his eyes and turned around to look. It was at this moment, he knew he fucked up.

“It really is you, kid. How dare you play truant!”

It was none other than Mo Heng.

“Good day… Headmaster Mo!” Cillin stretched the corners of his mouth. No matter how he looked at it, Mo Heng’s smile was giving him the creeps.