It's Not Easy To Be a Man 210+

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224: The Deep Waters of the Military Academy!

Translator: ryuxenji  Editor: mjn0898

Following this cry, Li Yingjie’s team and those Central Scout Academy students whose fists were already itching for a fight leapt forwards, rounding up all ten or so students of the other group. The cafeteria became a complete mess, the group fight kicking off just like that.

Qi Long stared dumbfounded at the scene before him, mumbling to himself, “They really began fighting?” Truthfully, he had actually thought this conflict would be peacefully resolved.

Ling Lan rubbed her brow helplessly, her head beginning to ache slightly. This Li Yingjie was truly hard to control once his arrogance was in full swing … Still, this was good too. At least some of the new cadets who had been thinking of trying something against them would now think twice before bothering them.

“Wu Jiong, go and check in on Li Yingjie. Don’t let him take things too far!” Ling Lan was worried that Li Yingjie would not be able to stop once his temper was running high, so she sent Wu Jiong off to wrap things up. Compared to Qi Long and the others, Wu Jiong had a better relationship with Li Yingjie.

Wu Jiong nodded to show he understood. However, what Ling Lan was worried about did not occur — Li Yingjie still remembered Ling Lan’s instructions and was careful not to inflict any life-threatening injuries. Even so, Wu Yong and his party of about ten people all received heavy internal injuries. In the end, they had to be carted up to the starship headed for the First Men’s Military Academy by the soldiers at the fortress, hence becoming one of the running jokes at the military academy.

This made those students bear a terrible grudge against the students from Doha. In the end, they even joined forces with those who opposed the Doha faction, adding a considerable amount of obstruction for Li Yingjie and the others. Of course, this would all take place in the future, so we won’t talk about it here for now.

This scene was taken in fully by the group that had been observing Ling Lan from a corner.

“Zhou Ya, looks like you were right. This year’s Doha is indeed not simple. We need to watch out for this person,” said Wang Hui grimly, pointing at the flamboyantly arrogant Li Yingjie at the centre of the chaos.

Zhou Ya nodded, but his gaze was directed at the table Ling Lan was at. He had seen Li Yingjie leaving from that table — then, what sort of characters were the people at the same table with him?

Zhou Ya believed that all these people were definitely not simple. He even suspected that the one who truly had the strength to rally the other talented students to his side was not actually that arrogant youth, but was likely one of the others laying low at that table …

Zhou Ya swept his gaze across the group gathered there. He automatically skipped over Luo Lang and Ling Lan, the two weakest looking members, and his eyes landed squarely on that agreeable grinning face of Qi Long’s. Was he the one? Doesn’t seem like it … or perhaps him? Xie Yi’s radiantly smiling face leapt into focus … or perhaps him? Han Jijyun’s cold and stern face made Zhou Ya’s irises narrow abruptly — he had sensed an invisible pressure pressing down on him …

“Zhou Ya, are you alright?” Wang Hui saw cold sweat appear abruptly on Zhou Ya’s forehead, and could not help but exclaim in surprise.

Zhou Ya closed his eyes, calming himself down quickly. As if replying to Wang Hui, but also as if he were just talking to himself, he muttered, “I may have met my rival.”

“What?” Zhou Ya had spoken so softly that Wang Hui had not heard him properly.

Zhou Ya smiled at Wang Hui and said, “It’s nothing. Maybe I’m just too tired.”