Enemies Are All Nourishment for My Fungi..

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 The Feeling of Being Valued is Great (2)

The captains were all talking at once as they gave Ye Nai advice, while pulling phones out of their pockets and opening apps.

“Come on, add us as friends. If you want a job, contact us first. We’re an active military team, safe and reliable.”

Ye Nai glanced up and saw a row of rugged dual-network phones, the only difference being their cases.

She scanned their QR codes one by one, added them as friends in the app, and then, under their urging, Ye Nai hurriedly created a group chat. After that, Captain Cao joined forces with two other female captains, and together with Ye Nai, they formed a four-woman group.

“We’re all lucky today; all of us active-duty captains are here. If you’re looking for work, ask in the group first. Also, if you feel anything odd during training, talk about it in the smaller group—we’re all women, we understand your difficulties.”

“Okay, thank you all.”

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Ye Nai also felt that she was indeed lucky to have encountered active-duty soldiers upon her arrival. She couldn’t say they were definitely reliable, but they were certainly more so than a private team.

The coaches watched with smiles as they finished up, then swarmed in again, squeezing the captains aside.

“Is that all? Are we done? It’s getting late; shouldn’t it be our turn now?”

“Alright, alright, take her with you. Make sure to teach her well. She’s a promising student.”

And so, Ye Nai was whisked away by the coaches to tour various small training grounds to see what others were practicing. She then tested her balance, reaction speed, explosive power, and so on as instructed by the coaches. They witnessed just how strong her power was when they asked her to punch a sandbag, and she sent it swinging greatly with her first punch.

The boxing coach corrected Ye Nai’s punching power and angle, urging her to try again. Her adaptability was strong, and her second punch was even more powerful, making the sandbag swing at an even greater angle.

“Very good, very good, this is a boxing prospect,” said the boxing coach with a delighted face.

“What’s the rush? We’re not done testing yet.”

Of course, the other coaches weren’t happy. Training in martial arts is all about perception, and Ye Nai’s performance with the sandbag clearly demonstrated her excellent perceptiveness.

“With perceptiveness like hers, it’d be a waste not to try more styles. She needs to test more.”

“How is boxing a waste? Look at how long her arms are; she should train in boxing.”

“Isn’t traditional martial arts good enough? There are various fist techniques, and having long arms is perfect for practicing Tongbei Quan.”

“No, no, no, with her power and explosiveness, practicing Bajiquan or Wing Chun would be good too.”

“Don’t just focus on fist fighting—swordsmanship, staff fighting can be practiced as well. It’s essential to be familiar with weapons,” another coach chimed in, having heard about the promising newcomer and rushing over to get involved.

“Training with guns? How about training in shooting? Don’t just focus on close combat. You can also train in shooting. As soon as you reach Level 3, you can apply for a gun license.”

“Do you have a favorite gun? The shooting range is directly managed by the military. As long as you have a talent for shooting, you can try any gun—”

In just a short time, in addition to the ever-increasing number of close-combat coaches, shooting coaches from the adjacent building also rushed over.

“Hold on, how did you get here so quickly? Where did you hear about this?”

“The captains told us.” The shooting coaches didn’t hesitate to spill that it was those few captains that had informed them.

Ye Nai didn’t get involved in the coaches’ argument. She sat by the wall checking her phone, looking at the weapon categories, which included blades, axes, staves, hammers, and firearms—handguns, machine guns, sniper rifles—all categorized by Training Level. At her current Level 2, she could handle a handgun and her shooting scores counted, but they only made up a small percentage of the total points needed for leveling up. Good performance might help her immediately apply for a gun license upon reaching Level 3, but at Level 2, the focus was still on learning Fighting Skills and conditioning the body.

She felt that such grading was not a problem, firearms were so dangerous that it made sense to be more restrictive, and her current plan was to first clear garbage in the hazardous area to earn money for training fees. At a minimum, she had to reach the level of Middle Level 2 to be able to protect herself before considering contacting those team captains to join them in entering the Plane Channel.

She stayed at the training ground until past nine o’clock in the evening because the coaches were too enthusiastic. She hadn’t quite figured out the Fighting Skills yet when Ye Nai was taken to the shooting range by the shooting coaches to try real guns. They specifically selected guns for both female and male soldiers for her to try, taking advantage of her height, large hands, and strong physique.

She could hold all the slightly different-sized pistols steadily in her hand, but once she fired, all of the shots missed the target. The bullets went who knows where.

It’s normal for a newbie to miss the target, and besides, shooting practice was really interesting. After the tryout, Ye Nai spent thirty thousand on her phone to buy a 20-session card for shooting lessons. Each session came with a box of 50 bullets, with the option to buy more separately.

The training venue operated on session cards, two hours per session, one swipe each time you come, very convenient for people with irregular schedules like hers.

As for the other Fighting Skills, she needed to do more research. There were too many, and just looking at them on her phone made her eyes blur.

After returning to the inn and taking a shower, Ye Nai took out the new washing machine she bought from Space, threw in the clothes she wore today, placed the drain hose in the floor drain, and plugged the power cord into the socket on the wall by the washbasin.

Having a Space really was convenient; it didn’t affect the quality of life even when living in an inn.

Then she went back to bed, browsed her phone while waiting for the washing machine to finish.

The team captains’ chat group she joined in the afternoon was lively, with everyone leaving messages asking how she felt about the training.

Ye Nai replied a few times, mentioning that she had bought shooting lessons, and then when she thought of renting a place, she directly asked in the group chat.

After all, isn’t building a relationship with people about helping each other out?

As soon as she posed her question, the atmosphere in the group chat livened up.

[I am Cao Jie, not Cao Cao: Renting a place is easy, we all live in the same community. The rent is a bit pricey, but it’s absolutely safe. Hooligans don’t dare cause trouble where the battle teams are stationed.]

[Mama Longlong: Right, if you’re going to rent, might as well do it right. Our area belongs to both public and private battle teams, the safest place in Hazardous Area No. 5.]

[Ye Nai: If it’s suitable for a whole team to rent, are the houses all in full sets with several bedrooms?]

[Call me Sister Ma, otherwise, I’ll kick you: Yes, a minimum of two bedrooms, with complete utilities. It’s just right for you alone.]

[Meimei Does Not Rain: For a two-bedroom with basic appliances, you can move in just with your luggage for under 4000. There’s one available next door to me, just vacated.]

[Mama Longlong: Next door to you? What about the brother who had the accident?]

[Meimei Does Not Rain: Yes, I saw the younger brother moving out, and the agent took over.]

[Ye Nai: What happened to that brother? Were there injuries from mutant plants or mutant beasts in the hazardous area?]

[Old Niuniu: No, those brothers also took odd jobs, serving as Transporters for battle teams entering the Secret Realm. They encountered danger, the older brother died, and the younger brother got injured. They must be coming back to terminate the lease and move out.]

[Ye Nai: …Is the Secret Realm that dangerous?]

[Old Niuniu: They were Ordinary people. If you want to enter the Secret Realm, you can only serve as logistics for battle teams; Ordinary people can’t enter on their own. You’re different, with your physical condition, you could definitely run away if there’s danger.]

Ye Nai’s physical condition indeed left a deep impression on everyone.