Time, tick-tock, tick-tock...
In the endless starry sky, fierce battles, one after another.
...
A silver-white mecha docked quietly above the artificial atmosphere of the Eagle Space Station, waiting for its docking application to be approved. Inside the cockpit, Mu Jianling’s pale brows and eyes quietly stared at the navigation map. Occasionally, a clear trace of impatience would flash across her usually indifferent face.
second.
seconds.
seconds.
...
The soft light from the small night lamp on the cabin ceiling spilled below, casting a shadow over Mu Jianling, whose expression was stern and tense.
[Beep—
Approval granted, permission to proceed.]
At the moment the space station transmitted the clearance, Mu Jianling retracted her exposed emotions and immediately activated the mecha.
Swoosh—
The mecha sped into the artificial atmosphere and, in the blink of an eye, returned to the dock.
Mu Jianling stepped out of the mecha, promptly inquiring about her students to the duty robot. The robot said, "Honorable Teacher Mu, your students are currently in the training room."
Mu Jianling replied, "Thank you."
After thanking the robot, Mu Jianling did not delay and strode towards the training base. Though her pace seemed leisurely, her speed was remarkably fast, and she arrived at the training base in no time.
Mu Jianling entered the training hall, finding no one inside. She then walked to an individual training room, where she saw Ji You gritting her teeth and working on her speed. Ji You’s face was flushed red, her lips quivered, and her fingers and legs trembled uncontrollably, yet she didn’t immediately give up...
Mu Jianling was slightly taken aback.
Then, a smile tugged at the corners of Mu Jianling’s lips. She didn’t disturb Ji You and proceeded to the next training room.
This one was Chu Jiaojiao.
Chu Jiaojiao was doing strength training, continuously throwing punches—one punch, two punches, three punches...
Her hands turned blue.
Large beads of sweat dripped down her face...
...
Chu Jiaojiao didn’t pause even for a second.
Is she challenging her limits? Mu Jianling slightly raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the timer. Upon seeing it, Mu Jianling was stunned: [2 hours, 10 minutes, and 3 seconds?]
That long?
Hmm~
Very strong.
Mu Jianling couldn’t suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth, and even her usually indifferent eyes revealed a trace of a smile: [Chu Jiaojiao, this child, has the strongest physical strength I’ve seen in my teaching career.]
The most important point: physical strength is secondary; Chu Jiaojiao’s willpower is also exceptionally strong.
With a look of gratification, Mu Jianling continued to the next room, this time it was Shen Changqing.
Inside the training room, Shen Changqing was training in the micro-control of Spiritual Silk.
On the screen of a training device specifically for visualizing Spiritual Silk, Shen Changqing’s tens of thousands of Spiritual Silk were meticulously compartmentalized, each with a position responsible for manipulation, moving in concert and order...
Mu Jianling nodded: [A steady, reliable, and honest child.]
Then.
Mu Jianling turned to Yue Qiyuan.
Like Shen Changqing, Yue Qiyuan was also training in the micro-control of Spiritual Silk. But unlike Shen Changqing’s cautious and methodical approach, Yue Qiyuan’s operations were bold, each move fraught with risk, with both successes and failures. In the brief minute that Mu Jianling observed, Yue Qiyuan failed twice. Yet he seemed unwilling to abandon his approach.
Failure or not, keep trying until the success rate hits 100%.
Mu Jianling watched for a while, nodding: [Although adventurous, the willingness to try, to take risks, yet never concede or resign, and persisting relentlessly, will lead to significant achievements in the future.]
The battlefield requires not a singular talent but a diverse array of skills. Educating students should not be confined to a single mold but should be tailored to individual aptitudes. Thus, talents like Shen Changqing, stable and steadfast, are valuable. So are talents like Yue Qiyuan, adventurous and forward-moving.
Mu Jianling continued her stride.
This time, it was Yue Qiguang.
Upon seeing Yue Qiguang, Mu Jianling was once again taken aback: [This fool, not training strength, but concentrating on spiritual power training instead?]
How surprising.
In Mu Jianling’s extensive teaching career, she had encountered many students like Yue Qiguang, who had a skewed focus. Despite this, Yue Qiguang consistently gave Mu Jianling a headache.
This fool, boastful of his robust physical strength, had always neglected to train his spiritual power. Mu Jianling had corrected him several times, yet Yue Qiguang retorted with ’in absolute strength, everything else is trash.’ Listening to this, Mu Jianling was nearly infuriated at that time.
Yue Qiguang’s training progress wasn’t impressive, but he had cast aside his usual impatience, settled down, constantly repeating, repeating, repeating...
Seeing this, Mu Jianling felt deeply gratified: [A rotten wood can still be carved!]
Then, she stood beside Xuzhou’s training room.
Xuzhou also chose to focus on spiritual power. However, unlike Yue Qiguang, he dedicated himself to training his reconnaissance capabilities.
He was very earnest.
Everything around was within Xuzhou’s reconnaissance range. Mu Jianling knew that the moment she stepped into the training hall, Xuzhou was already aware of her arrival. Still, he only glanced up before continuing his training.
At this moment, Xuzhou’s training had reached a critical point; any distraction would inevitably result in failure.
Mu Jianling raised her hand and knocked on Xuzhou’s training room door.
This child, what choice would he make?
To give up? Fail.
Not to give up? As his mentor, this obedient child finding himself sought after by her should undoubtedly respond.
Therefore, Mu Jianling had assumed Xuzhou would give up. This was partly why Xuzhou slightly puzzled her—too straightforward, lacking flexibility.
Then.
Xuzhou remained motionless, determinedly persisting in training.
Mu Jianling: "???"
The next second, Mu Jianling smiled: [Good, change leads to continuous improvement.]
Then.
Mu Jianling walked to Zhang Ye’s side. Like Xuzhou, Zhang Ye was also engaged in reconnaissance training, but his chosen direction was more specific, more detailed...
Is this because he doesn’t consider himself meticulous enough? Targeted training?
Soon, Mu Jianling realized she had guessed correctly.
Upon finishing a round of training, Zhang Ye looked towards Mu Jianling, who nodded, stopping Zhang Ye from speaking.
Then.
Mu Jianling arrived at the next training room.
This training room was somewhat special, as it wasn’t an individual training room, but a combat room. Inside were two people—Lou and Lance.
The two continuously attempted to attack each other, both extremely focused, focused to the extent that Mu Jianling knocked several times on the door, yet there was no response from within.
Mu Jianling nodded with a smile: [Collaborative learning, complementing each other’s strengths, is also a good approach.]
She stepped forward to the last occupied individual training room.
Standing at the entrance, the sight inside once again made Mu Jianling frown—