Chapter 176: Do you want to be an instructor?

Liu Xiaotian quickly picked up his cup and raised it in a gesture.

There's no way; this Italian-style dining table is really a bit big, at least four meters long.

The Elder Principal and Liu Xiaotian sat at opposite ends; to clink cups, they could only stand up, walk around, and return.

Setting down his wine cup, the Elder Principal spoke again: "Liu, I must once again express my gratitude, thank you for your help that night.

Oh, by the way, how's the wound on your leg?"

Liu Xiaotian quickly waved his hand and said, "Principal, thank you for your concern; the wound has completely healed."

In fact, as early as a week ago, the scab on his leg wound had started to fall off, and a few days prior it was already completely healed.

And he was the only one among the background actors who had those two lines.

At a glance, there's nothing, wrong version%!''

However, he couldn't guess what the topic and content of this conversation would be.

As a special forces soldier, sufficient patience is a must.

Liu Xiaotian felt a stir inside, but his face showed nothing: "Principal, please go on."

Although the title is lofty, after all, being alive better demonstrates one's worth, right? Of course, that's just polite talk.

In business warfare, having sufficient patience could yield huge profits; on the battlefield, having sufficient patience could secure final victory and survival!

In your country's military parlance, this would be a secondment.

Liu Xiaotian had wanted to ask about that "Western Old Yangguo," but the words rose to his lips and he swallowed them back.

Patience is an instinct he brought from another world, learned from his father.

He had just joined the Red Blood Cell Group and hadn't yet carried out a single formal mission.

Besides, never mind whether He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei would agree; just his special identity alone—what leader could consent to second him out?

"Principal, your invitation indeed makes me feel somewhat honored and surprised.

Moreover, I'm not talking about now; at the earliest, after this round of your training ends, if you're willing, I'll send an invitation to your country, believing they'd be glad to see their own soldiers serving as an instructor at Warrior School.

Theoretically, this Elder Principal has no need to specially host a banquet to thank him.

Or rather, he's just a background actor.

Of course, the operation to capture Xiezi and Ahong in that small village last time doesn't count.

Frankly, he never imagined the Elder Principal would bring up this matter.

Also, I think I can afford to pay you a satisfactory salary."

To be honest, regarding the Elder Principal's proposal, he actually felt somewhat tempted.

However, Liu Xiaotian's patience wasn't gained on the battlefield or in training; it came from repeatedly accompanying his father to various business meetings.

As for why not worry about being silenced… well, if someone wanted to silence him, that "Western Old Yangguo" who appeared behind him that night with no reaction would have already acted; warning him now is like pulling down one's pants to fart. Besides, my request isn't high—you just need to serve as an instructor at Warrior School for over a year, giving me enough time to find a more suitable instructor.

So saying, the phrase "business is like warfare" really isn't an exaggeration.

"Cough… Principal, you're just joking with me; I'm merely a trainee, how could I be an instructor?" Liu Xiaotian smiled and declined.

By rights, he's just a trainee here for training; even if he ran over that night to lend a small hand, his actual impact wasn't significant.

Impulsiveness and recklessness can only make you a martyr in the shortest time.

The Elder Principal seemed to have already guessed his answer, smiling narrowly:

Put in plain folk's terms: who would choose death when they can live? Finish the mission, come back alive and wear your medal—why hang it on a tombstone?

And including Liu Xiaotian himself, the rest of them are at most just foils.

In his view, Liu Xiaotian not only surpasses all other hand-trained soldiers in military quality and combat power, but also possesses a steadiness of mind mismatched with his age. Combat ability can be gained through training, but such a mindset is hard to cultivate; most of the time it must be accumulated through repeated life‑and‑death trials.

From the moment the Elder Principal sent the others away, he began covertly observing Liu Xiaotian, unable to help marveling at this young man's calm and endurance in his heart.

Unless… there's something else.

Liu Xiaotian stuffed the last little chunk of cream pudding into his mouth and said calmly:

"Liu, don't be so quick to refuse; give it proper thought.

The reason that person never showed up shows that the Elder Principal—or he himself—doesn't want people to know; why would he be spiteful? After the final dessert was brought to the table, the Elder Principal sent the other people in the restaurant away.

Liu Xiaotian knew this was the Elder Principal preparing to say something he didn't want a third party to hear.

Liu Xiaotian had every reason to believe that even without him, the Elder Principal would be fine; moreover, the person who dealt with Shangming's gang that night at Warrior School's compound certainly wasn't just that "Western Old Yangguo" alone.

Liu Xiaotian stared, stunned.

Liu Xiaotian couldn't guess, but he didn't ask either.

After a while, Liu Xiaotian's three ice creams and a piece of cream pudding were finished, and the Elder Principal slowly said: "I swear to God, Liu, you're truly the most suitable young person I've ever seen to become a special forces soldier! There's one thing I'd like to ask your opinion on."

He guessed that perhaps the Elder Principal was worried about Natasha and her sibling's matter leaking out, and wanted to take this chance to warn him.

"I want to ask you, are you interested in staying at Warrior School as an instructor? You know, Warrior School's combat instructor position has been rotated three times in a row, and now it's temporarily filled by an assistant to the Chief Instructor; I think you could handle it." The Elder Principal said solemnly.

This is also the sole advantage he brought from his former world that fits his current identity and surpasses other soldiers.

After all, being able to serve as an instructor at Warrior School is a beautiful wish, or rather a dream, in the hearts of special forces worldwide—something one usually only imagines in dreams.

Liu Xiaotian let out a heavy sigh in his heart.

Frankly, being able to become an instructor at Warrior School is also my honor.

But it's a pity…"

He hadn't finished speaking when the Elder Principal cut him off: "Good, good, good, Liu, I now understand; rest assured, as long as you're willing, I'll handle the other matters.

This time I just want to secure your agreement; as for when to ask you to serve as combat instructor, I still need time to study it carefully—what do you think?

(End of chapter)