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Chapter 122 Last-minute preparations, a family banquet, and the deadline for the Dragon Summoning Bell.

As active-duty officers in the Orbital Assault Army and the most elite dragon cavalry armored warriors within the entire human community, Shao Shigang and his two companions each possessed Level 4 citizen credit and Level 5 classified identity.

This means they are trusted by the organization and the group, can be entrusted with many responsibilities, and are allowed to know many secrets.

Having a high rank is always a good thing, but sometimes it can turn into a bad thing.

Just like now, they are allowed to know that Lin Zhuo's confidentiality level is level eight or above.

Because of an unexpected encounter with Lin Zhuo, the three received an urgent notification reminding them to pay close attention to cooperating with all of Comrade Lin Zhuo's work.

After reading the email, the three felt their legs go numb. After all, the commander of the Orbital Assault Force was only a Level 7 classified agent.

The thought of his unfortunate encounter with such a deity filled him with both amusement and excitement. Shao Shigang couldn't help but grin, but the bruise on his face was aggravated, causing a light sting. He quickly regained his serious expression.

"Hiss—" Major Zhou and Major Xu next to him quietly grimaced in pain. They hid their heads behind Company Commander Shao, whispering and discussing the sparring session that had just taken place.

"Keep your voices down, you two." Shao Shigang nervously watched Lin Zhuo's movements, making sure he was focused on tutoring those elementary school students before gritting his teeth and reminding him.

"Oh." Xiao Zhou and Xiao Xu stood up straight.

Six children curiously and secretly observed the three menacing-looking uncles.

Lin Wubing tugged at his elder brother's sleeve and whispered, "Who are they?"

"These three comrades are sparring partners invited by Chairman Min Peier," Lin Zhuo made up a reason on the spot.

Shao Shigang and his two companions had come along on their own. Since they didn't want to leave, they might as well play a role. The three officers, looking sheepish and dejected, were like green recruits in front of Lin Zhuo, nodding repeatedly in agreement.

The children were very accommodating and applauded in welcome.

"Hou Shiying, Fang Ruichi, Yu Zhenzhen, Xiao Min, pay close attention to the movements."

Lin Zhuo recalled the days when he taught those slave students in the snowy region. Back then, he could help students quickly get started through the resonance of fighting spirits, but now he could not, because ordinary people did not have the ability to sense the spirit and will.

As a world without magic, the real world lacks the necessary conditions for the birth of Qi Gong masters. Even if Lin Zhuo wanted to pass on his skills, it would be like a skilled cook without rice to make a meal.

All he could do was point out the moves and share fighting tips. For these elementary school students, learning even a little bit of the basics was enough.

Shao Shigang and two others took turns playing the roles of opponents.

Lin Zhuo possesses the general principles of martial arts, and can wield various styles of martial arts with ease. His imitation of the four students' fighting styles is so lifelike that no explanation is needed; anyone can immediately tell who he is impersonating.

While casually dealing with the attacks, he explained the key points of the movements to the students.

Hou Shiying and Fang Ruichi, the two boys, watched with envy and imitated Lin Zhuo's movements step by step. Yu Zhenzhen and Xiao Min, the two girls, couldn't help but cover their mouths. They hadn't expected that a man like Instructor Lin could make such delicate movements, like a rabbit leaping and an antelope bounding, like a bee dancing and a butterfly fluttering, quick, natural, generous and wonderful.

Lin Zhuo's demonstration is the version of himself that students dream of.

After demonstrating each move and routine individually, we began a practical simulation to show the students how to use these moves flexibly in a moving combat situation.

The three teaching assistants' attacking moves were all military-style, hard-hitting and ruthless, grabbing at any opportunity, and once they grabbed someone, they would start to throw them, strangling them, breaking their wrists, and kicking their knees, so vicious that they didn't hesitate at all.

It was clear that the three soldiers were not convinced. Perhaps they felt they hadn't performed well before and wanted to show their true abilities to impress Lin Zhuo. So they acted with an unusually reckless attitude.

This set of fighting techniques helped them kill enemies and earn merit on the battlefield. The children watching, hearing the whistling of the punches, couldn't help but feel afraid.

Lin Zhuo was playing the role of a primary school student. All his movements were simple and in accordance with the competition rules. Every move he made was polite and showed great demeanor.

Although the opponent was completely unruly, he was beaten down to the point of being a primary school student. He became timid and hesitant, and after being brutally beaten, he couldn't even get a touch on the hem of his clothes. He had no choice but to run away with his head in his hands.

"Great! Great!" Lin Wubing laughed and cheered, leading the way in supporting his older brother. The children watched with great enjoyment.

Unable to defeat them in a group fight, and still unable to overcome them in a tag-team battle, Shao Shigang and his two companions struggled desperately. Lin Zhuo changed his fighting style four times, beating them up four times, before announcing the end of the demonstration.

The grieving officers returned to their positions by the wall. Even though they had only suffered minor cuts and bruises, their pride had been slowly and thoroughly eroded.

Lin Zhuo called the four students to him. Their performance tomorrow would determine the success or failure of the quest "Youthful Indulgence," but Lin Zhuo did not require his disciples to achieve any specific results.

"When you get to the field tomorrow, don't just think about winning or losing. You need to genuinely respect your opponents and fight with all your might. But if you lose, don't be angry or upset. Winning and losing are normal. Don't do anything foolish. Remember all the fouls you commit so you won't regret it later."

"Yes, Coach!" The children puffed out their chests and bellies, their bright eyes filled with admiration and trust for their teacher.

Lin Zhuo practiced with them until four o'clock. During the break, he took out a tea set from somewhere and made butter tea for everyone in the room.

These Vajra ghee were plundered from the Holy Palace of the Righteous Dharma. The quantity was small, so Lin Zhuo added ordinary ghee to the tea to prevent it from being too potent and becoming toxic.

Min Peier came to inquire about the movements of Shao Shigang and the other two, and was also pulled over for tea.

Lin Zhuo brewed and served tea, giving Shao Shigang and the other two large cups, Min Peier medium cups, and the six children small cups. He then drank the remaining half pot himself.

Everyone exclaimed how delicious it smelled, their mouths watering. After a sip of hot tea, their faces flushed. Some were rosy, some were pink, and three looked like purple eggplants.

Lin Zhuo slowly sipped his drink, watching the guys who had run to the air conditioner vents to cool off because of the heat from the medicine, and softly called out to his younger brother, Lin Wubing.

"Big brother, I feel dizzy." The little guy quickly ran over.

"It's alright, come sit next to me." Lin Zhuo raised his hand and pressed down on Lin Wubing's back, channeling his spiritual energy to enhance the body's metabolism.

Lin Wubing leaned his sweaty head comfortably against his elder brother's arm. Lin Zhuo chuckled and scolded him, "Little slob," but let him be.

Min Pei'er's cheeks were rosy. She put down her teacup, fanned her face with both hands, and said, "No, what kind of tea is this? It's so strong. I have to go for a run—" She staggered out the door.

Before leaving, Min Peier glanced back at Lin Zhuo's back and saw that he was relaxed, with his back hunched and a smile on his face, quietly listening to his younger brother's nonsense.

Seeing the two brothers so relaxed made Min Pei'er think to herself, "That's wonderful."

Once the color had faded from Lin Wubing's face, Lin Zhuo stood up, entrusted his four disciples to the three officers, and prepared to take Lin Wubing home first.

"We guarantee to complete the mission!" Shao Shigang and the other two stood up and saluted.

"Coach, will you be coming to watch our game tomorrow?"

"Of course," Lin Zhuo replied with a smile.

"Brother Lin, I'd like to go to your house too," Hua Jiaorong raised her hand to report. "I've already made plans with Lin Wubing."

Lin Zhuo nodded and sent an email to Hua Jiaorong's mother explaining the situation, inviting this young Hua to have dinner at his home that evening.

One adult and two children traveled together.

When he opened the door, his father, Lin Kangping, was lying on the sofa scrolling through his phone. He raised his hand to greet Lin Zhuo. Over the years, they had become like brothers, and in their daily interactions, Lin Zhuo seemed more reliable.

Lin Kangping had the playful spirit and drive of a young student, and when he saw Hua Jiaorong, he started teasing the two children.

Lin Ci was tidying up the potted plants on the windowsill. Lin Chen sat at the dining table reading an e-magazine. Lin Si and Lin Nian were whispering and playing around in their shared bedroom.

The mother, Zhou Lingning, was standing by the stove, chatting and joking with the little robot guarding the soup pot.

"Son, when did you get it fixed? I haven't seen you play with this little guy in years."

"This one is new."

"Oh? I see. I heard it say its name was Kaixin (Happy), and I thought it was your old one."

"Was my old robot also named Kaixin?" Lin Zhuo was taken aback. "I've forgotten."

"Young man, is your memory so bad? I have to remember it for you." The mother winked and smiled, raising her hand to pinch Lin Zhuo's cheek.

Lin Zhuo invited Zhou Lingning out of the kitchen and began to prepare the meal. One hot dish and one cold dish after another were served to the table. Tonight, the family and guests were able to eat heartily, burying their heads in their food. They were so engrossed in their food that it was as if they had swallowed their tongues and could hardly speak. Occasionally, they would utter a few words, either fighting with their siblings for food or praising Chef Lin's skills.

Everyone enjoyed their meal, except for Lin Zhuo, who put down his chopsticks early. He simply propped his chin on his hand, smiling as he admired the fruits of his labor that had brought satisfaction to the diners.

After dinner, Lin Ci and Lin Chen volunteered to do the dishes. Lin Zhuo sat on the living room sofa, silently looking around.

The two sisters, Lin Si and Lin Nian, pestered their eldest brother, begging him to cook for them every day from now on. Lin Wubing was bragging to the girl at the table about his eldest brother's skills.

Zhou Lingning didn't eat much. She came over and shooed her twin daughters away, sat down next to Lin Zhuo, gently ruffled his hair, and whispered, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

"So you were actually hired that day?"

"I found another job. It also involves traveling far away, and I don't know when I'll be back."

Zhou Lingning couldn't smile. Even though she couldn't manage a smile, she forced one and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe the day after that."

Don't think about home.

"it is good."

"Mom will miss you, but don't miss us. And don't forget us either."

"it is good."

"The food was very delicious."

I'll make it for you again tomorrow and the day after.

Zhou Lingning nodded, withdrew her hand, gently wiped away the tears that had flowed down her chin, pinched Lin Zhuo's cheek one last time, and got up to go back to her bedroom. She needed to rest early.

Not long after, Lin Zhuo and Lin Wubing took Hua Jiaorong home. Her mother told them that her husband had recently received an urgent task and needed to process some new materials. The project was very tight, and he was so busy that he couldn't take care of the family.

Lin Zhuo could roughly guess what Hua Ziqin was busy with; he was probably working with the industrial department to create the outer shell of the Dragon Calling Bell.

"I wish Uncle Hua all the best in his work."

"Thank you for your kind words, Comrade Xiaolin."

Lin Zhuo pondered to himself that the outer shell of the Dragon Summoning Bell was almost complete, and he also needed to speed up his pace and start making the bell tongue.

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