Chapter 66: Preparation For Field Training
The reason why the Xiang Family now had an extra little guest made everyone in the Xiang Family feel utterly speechless: Lin Yu sent too many photos boasting about gourmet food to his son, which made Lin Ming hungry. As a result, the extremely motivated Lin Ming obtained approval from the Education Bureau for a transfer permit within a week through his mother, who was Lin Yu’s currently separated wife. During this brief contact period between the First Fleet and the Third Fleet, he became the first minor to transfer to the Third Fleet.
It was said that this even scared the Education Bureau Director Ma Chuanhua quite a bit.
“Just treat it as my personal request… I hope during this child’s time in the Third Fleet, everyone can help take care of him.”
When delivering Lin Ming to the Xiang Family, Lin Yu lowered his head for the first time. No way around it; this was trouble he had brought upon himself.
Because of this, the Diplomatic Mission’s departure was delayed by half a day. Lin Yu had to immediately return to the spaceport, while also facing an invitation from the mysterious person. While having Daiken help arrange Lin Ming’s luggage, he subtly inquired with Xiang Weiguo and discovered that the other party knew nothing about it, which made him feel even stranger.
Before leaving, he gave Lin Ming a thousand instructions and shared one of his commonly used payment accounts with him. He even left Daiken behind to take care of Lin Ming, leaving with one step back after another.
“Uncle Daiken, are you really not going back with Father?” Lin Ming asked. As the captain’s deputy on the Escort Ship, Daiken should logically be inseparable from his father. Why did he obediently stay this time?
“The captain’s orders take priority over everything, and…” Daiken glanced subtly toward the kitchen, “I very much agree with the captain’s view on the Xiang Family’s food.”
“？？？” Is the food here really that delicious? To the extent that even this workaholic by Father’s side is willing to stay?
When Lin Ming arrived, it wasn’t mealtime yet, but Xiang Chuan and Xiang Xue, who were resting at home on the weekend, still instructed the kitchen to prepare some dim sum for him. The freshly baked cake and pudding directly conquered Lin Ming, who shared the same sweet tooth as Lin Yu, instantly throwing that bit of homesickness from being away from his parents to the winds.
Whatever! If he didn’t enjoy his stay, he could just go back during the Fleet Exchange Period! Now was the time to enjoy gourmet food!
Regarding the extra mouth to feed at home, everyone in the Xiang Family was actually quite indifferent. As one of the wealthiest families in the Third Fleet, not to mention supporting one person, they could easily support two hundred more. However, with an extra peer playmate at home, Xiang Xue was still quite nervous and curious. That very evening, she invited him to the Entertainment Room to watch Empresses in the Palace together.
Viewers in the live stream room were all surprised to see a strange boy appear beside Xiang Xue. Her classmate companions teased her, frantically telling Xiang Chuan sitting nearby to watch out and not let Xiang Xue fall in love early, blah blah blah…
The old hand streamer Xiang Xue raised an eyebrow, indicating she didn’t care about this bit of gossip on herself. Instead, it made Lin Ming, who was encountering a live stream room thing for the first time, extremely embarrassed. But as soon as Empresses in the Palace started, that bit of discomfort was thrown to the winds by him.
The Third Fleet actually still had this form of image preserved? Lin Ming sighed in admiration.
Thus, during the live stream time every evening, Xiang Xue had an extra co-streamer by her side responsible for delivering sharp complaints. Of course, that’s a later story.
Unlike the two junior high students enjoying snacks and TV series, Xiang Xue was now staring at the schedule sent from school for next week with a stomachache.
“Simulate environment? Field Training?”
What is this? Where’s the promised super sci-fi future worldview 30,000 years later? How did such a bizarre course pop up?
[Um… Simply put, it’s to have us do some training in non-urban environments, right?] Chou Manman, who was communicating with her, said. [And the training environment is random. With good luck, we might even draw lots for an ocean environment region. The last exchange with the Fourth Fleet was over two hundred years ago; I haven’t seen the sea with my own eyes yet.]
“Uh… Do we need to prepare anything?” Xiang Xue swiped through the endlessly long training precautions explanation, feeling like she couldn’t take in a single word.
[For clothing, the school and training institution people will distribute them uniformly. Meals are also handled directly in the Training Area.] Ouyang Yating was also flipping through the precautions explanation, but clearly more skillfully extracting keywords from it. [Xiang Chuan, do you want to bring some things over in advance?]
[Ah, right, Xiang Chuan, the food during training will all be liquid food and solid food. I remember Xiao Xue saying you basically don’t touch those two anymore, right?]
Far from just basically not touching them—she didn’t touch them at all, no, from now on she absolutely would never touch them again! Xiang Chuan shouted in her heart. Of course, in front of these two friends who were still normally eating modern food, she wouldn’t do anything to arouse suspicion. After all, even relatives who could no longer swallow modern food kept a respectful distance from modern food rather than treating them like flood beasts as she did.
No way around it; that nightmare first mouthful of fresh fish soup on the day of transmigration was enough to give her PTSD toward all modern food.
“Then I’ll prepare some buns and steamed buns. Noodles can fill you up…” Xiang Chuan flipped through the family recipes and couldn’t help sighing: If she could use the oven, she could prepare bread or cookies as dry rations. Sigh.
[Hehe, then you’ll have to be careful by then. I heard from classmates that everyone will be counting on your stuff to relieve their cravings.] Chou Manman chuckled.
“Ah? No way, there are over thirty people. Why focus on my little lunch box?”
[Might not just be our class,] Ouyang Yating laughed, her eyes full of teasing. [These past few days, because of the free distribution of buns and steamed buns at noon in the Club Activity Room, our club’s food has gained some fame in other classes. They might turn their attention to you by then.]
“Turn their attention to me?” Xiang Chuan blinked. “Why?” Isn’t this just a school group activity like military training?
[…] Instead, this left Ouyang Yating and Chou Manman silenced.
[Second page, that line in the middle.] Ouyang Yating rubbed her temples and told her the location of the content.
Xiang Chuan desperately swiped to the topmost page, then pulled down a bit, and clearly saw written there: After the primary training, a Class Competition will be held, using only non-damaging pure light effect weapons or non-entity harmless gases.
A Confrontation Match is one thing… Weapons?? Gases??? Is this some kind of military confrontation match?
“What the heck is all this?” As a 21st Century corporate slave with little fighting spirit, Xiang Chuan let out a wail from the heart. “And primary training… How long will this training activity last? It won’t delay club activities, right?”
[It lasts a week, and club activities are suspended during training.]
Ouyang Yating’s one sentence directly floored Xiang Chuan: Alright, the luxurious kitchen she had just bought and assembled was now hopeless to use right away.
