Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Zhang He found Qin Ming in the cafeteria.

Amidst the rising steam and mingled aromas of food, he staggered through the crowded throng toward Qin Ming.

However, his walking style was really strange; he would twist his arms from time to time and then unconsciously wiggle his legs a couple of times.

His movements were too stiff, making him stand out conspicuously among the students rushing around, eager to get their meals.

Qin Ming couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong with Zhang He, because it seemed like there was something wrong with him all over.

It took Zhang He a while to move to the table. He pulled out a chair and was about to sit down when he cried out "Ouch!" and sprang up again, a look of suppressed pain flashing across his face.

Qin Ming hesitated, the words of greeting stuck in his throat.

To say he was seriously injured, there was no visible wound or bruise on his body, and his clothes were quite neat.

But if you say he's alright, his words, actions, and the way he's grimacing really don't seem like he's faking it!

Qin Ming intended to raise his hand to pat his arm, but after raising his hand halfway, he hesitated and hovered in mid-air. After a moment, he quietly withdrew his hand and tentatively asked, "Are you... alright?"

Zhang He didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept across the table, and he picked up a bowl of soup that no one knew who had brought it and hadn't touched. Ignoring the heat, he blew on it a few times and then gulped it down.

After finishing the entire bowl of soup, his pale face regained some color. He let out a long sigh and said in a tone of relief, "I'm... still alive."

That answer sounds rather pathetic.

Qin Ming: "..."

Zhang He put down his bowl, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and calmly and numbly got to the point: "Let's get down to business. The school team captain, Luo Yunchuan, has been keeping an eye on the high-potential junior. He's back recently. When do you have time to go see him?"

To Zhang He's surprise, Qin Ming didn't agree immediately. Instead, he gave a non-sequitur, his gaze sweeping over Zhang He with a hint of inquiry: "These 'problems' of yours... are they from training with the school team?"

Zhang He was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't bother to hide it and casually replied, "Yes, don't ask anymore."

Although Zhang He was unwilling to elaborate, Qin Ming carefully observed his current state—his face showed undisguised fatigue and bitterness, and his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude and helplessness.

You know, Zhang He is usually a very energetic guy, almost a social terrorist, so how could he be so taciturn?

Can the school team still go?

Qin Ming acted decisively, forcing a polite but distant smile as he declined, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. You've worked hard, please get some rest. I suddenly remembered I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll have to go now!"

After saying that, before Zhang He could react, Qin Ming quickly stood up, smoothly and naturally pulled Zeng Guian along, and slipped out of the cafeteria.

Zhang He was indeed not in good condition, and his mind was a beat slower than usual. By the time he realized what was happening and tried to reach out to stop him, all he could see was Qin Ming's back.

"Hey, no... Qin Ming, wait a minute..."

He stretched out his hand in vain, and before he could finish speaking, the figure in front of him flickered and then disappeared.

Zhang He rubbed his sore eyes, gasped, and grimaced as some muscle ached.

……

"Holy crap, Qin Ming, you're amazing! You've even hooked up with the school team!"

Halfway there, Zeng Guian, who had been forcibly dragged away, broke free. While straightening his disheveled clothes, he shouted with disbelief, "But they personally invited you, what a huge honor! Why didn't you go? And why did you drag me so fast?"

He simply couldn't understand Qin Ming's thought process.

Qin Ming frowned, carefully choosing his words, and finally gave only a vague reason: "Because the situation has changed."

Zeng Guian had only interacted with Zhang He a few times and didn't know him well. At this moment, he only knew that Qin Ming seemed to have casually declined an honor and opportunity that almost all students in the combat academy longed for.

"What's wrong with the school team?" Zeng Guian counted on his fingers, "Specialized resources, top-tier mentors, extra credit subsidies... They have the talent, they get the benefits, it's impressive to talk about, so many people would kill to get in, isn't that great?"

Upon hearing these "benefits," Qin Ming was not only unmoved, but found them even less appealing.

Is he a show-off? Does he lack resources or mentorship?

While more resources are always better, Zhang He's appearance, as if he had just crawled back from "hell," was truly frightening, and the price was far too high.

Seeing his friend's eyes practically overflowing with disappointment, envy, and jealousy, Qin Ming's mind raced, and an idea popped into his head instantly. He blurted out, "How about... you go?"

Zeng Guian: !?

His expression suddenly changed, first flashing with elation, then replaced by worry and hesitation.

He hesitated for a long time before lowering his voice and saying guiltily, "This...how could that be? I don't have the qualifications..."

"Why not?" Qin Ming began to flatter his friend. "Among our freshmen, you're definitely one of the best. The school team's recruitment is precisely to attract the elite talents from all grades!"

Zeng Guian was pleased with the praise, his face lighting up with joy, but he quickly became coy again, saying, "They'll see through me!"

"It's alright. If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, who will know?" Qin Ming said frankly.

"Zhang He, he..."

"I'll handle it!" Qin Ming replied quickly. "If you're still worried, I'll have Little Fatty go with you to give you courage! Think of it as a visit and exchange, to broaden your horizons, don't be afraid!"

Seeing Zeng Gui'an's shifty eyes and his inner turmoil, Qin Ming retreated to advance, sighing, "Sigh, it seems you really don't want to go. Then let's just forget about it and pretend I didn't mention it."

"No! I'll go!"

Seeing the opportunity slipping away, Zeng Guian subconsciously thought.

The voice wasn't loud, probably still hesitant, so Qin Ming pressed on, "How about we just forget about it?"

Fearing Qin Ming might change his mind, Zeng Gui'an quickly straightened his back, "No way! This opportunity is mine alone!"

Qin Ming nodded to himself as he watched Zeng Gui'an finally being motivated.

This is a more professional look, so that it's not easily seen through; otherwise, it would just look like a joke.

Although the idea came about hastily and frivolously, the more Qin Ming thought about it, the better it seemed.

On the one hand, it provides a platform for friends to showcase themselves and strive for opportunities.

After all, compared to him and Shen Yanqing, Zeng Guian's family background and resources were not particularly abundant. He had already achieved what he had achieved through his own talent and hard work.

As a friend, Qin Ming was willing to lend him a hand within his capabilities.

On the other hand... it's only right to let Zeng Guian go and explore the path of the school team for me first, to get a feel for the situation, and to see if the training intensity is really "inhuman"!

Looking at Zeng Gui'an walking ahead, who would unconsciously hop and skip a couple of times, Qin Ming's eyes crinkled with laughter.