translator: xiin
editors: apricot & juurensha
There was a pleasant sound of a card being swiped through the charge machine.
Following that, the virtual scene changed. appeared and was projected onto the holographic screen.
“Thank you for choosing the instructor supervision monthly package. Floating City’s XX Training Base is your faithful panion during your period of growth. The responsibility of the instructor includes caring for the student’s psychological state, guiding the student’s training, and providing the student with a sense of warmth. The responsibility for excess stress will be borne by the instructor instead of Party B (trainee)…”
“When the monthly card is activated, students will receive up to 8 hours/day of instructor guidance, and there is no prohibition in regards to giving the instructor any additional tips or service fees. Below is a list of remended instructors for the month… A selection fee will not be charged for the first time (Good news, the selection fee for our gold medal drillmaster Instructor Arjun is half price for a limited period of time!) …”
Wu Jin read through it all with wide eyes.
Dozens of instructors were listed in the virtual space, including the familiar Instructor Arjun and the cold female teaching assistant from earlier. Beneath each profile image was a laudably high rating and the suggested tip amount. After adding the high guidance fee, a student’s credits would be hit extremely hard––
The screen snapped closed with a pop.
Wei Shi’s cold voice acted as a deterrent, “Who do you want to choose?”
Wu Jin stilled, then shook his head hard, “No, no, nobody…”
Wei Shi: “e here.”
Wu Jin bounced up with a swish and stood upright across from Wu Jin.
Wei Shi ordered, “Sit.”
Inside the holographic training room, the soft, glue-like plastic resin that was used to simulate the terrain of the scenes gradually flattened out, making room for the two of them to sit down.
The man sat down casually, one of his long legs bending at the knee while the other stretched out casually. His smooth and shiny black army boots made Wu Jin unable to resist giving them a second look… He himself was wearing the basic little white shoes used for training, making the relative superiority and inferiority of their auras immediately evident.
At this time, the rest area that had been freed up was small enough to be measured in inches, and the two of them inevitably needed to sit close to each other.
Wu Jin tried to reduce the amount of space he occupied and looked brightly at the big boss, “Big brother, which learning point shall we start from…”
The man bowed his head slightly, and it wasn’t until Wu Jin’s small curls gradually stiffened that he finally looked away.
The laser pen pointed carelessly towards the instructor’s responsibilities on the projection screen. Wei Shi spoke as though it was a given, “Start with caring for the student’s psychological state.”
Wu Jin: “…!!!”
Wei Shi: “What do you know about stress training?”
Wu Jin squeezed out everything he knew, repeating what the teaching assistant had told him and adding in the team manager’s instructions from before. “… We can adapt to shock and mental resistance beforehand through simulating stressful environments, and change the extroversion of one’s character…”
The big boss made a sound of acknowledgement.
Wu Jin immediately went quiet, his head tilted up seriously as he prepared to learn.
“Stress training. Full name: Cognitive emotional control stress training.” Wei Shi introduced. The speed of his words was steady, yet powerful, “Back in the ancient Middle Ages, it was called ‘a brush with death’.”
Wu Jin’s eyes grew wide.
“Soldiers would experience great psychological pressure during wartime environments. Prevention is more efficient than providing intervention after problems appeared––however, it was banned by the Federal Human Rights Association 40 years ago.” Wei Shi said, “Because side effects occurred frequently. A vast majority of trainees couldn’t reach a psychological pressure resistance level of A or above.”
Wu Jin was a little relieved. Based on his personality evaluation, while he had an extroversion level of E, he had an A for his ability to resist psychological pressure. Then, he heard the big boss continue, “Also––”
Wu Jin’s ears perked up again.
Wei Shi glanced at him, “There was a lack of experienced training supervisors.”
Wu Jin blinked and quickly scurried over to the big boss’s side.
Wei Shi raised his eyebrows and let the rabbit spirit shuffle around as he liked, “There is no scene that will require stress training in the Crosson Show, which is one of the significant differences between it and the Star League. If your goal is simply to achieve your debut, I can take you back to the dynamic target training room.”
Wu Jin stilled. He only spoke in an embarrassed tone a long time later, “… I want… to bee a league professional.”
Extroversion E, shallow experience, only two days of tactical foundation training, and a dynamic target shooting average of 7 rings. Even amongst the trainees, Wu Jin was at the bottom. There were only 10 debut positions in the Crosson Show, and petition would only bee fiercer the further they progressed into the show. To talk about joining the Star League in a situation where he couldn’t even guarantee his debut––even White Moonlight Battle Team’s manager might not support Wu Jin.
However, the one sitting in front of him was the big boss.
Wu Jin had always had an extraordinary level of trust and honesty in front of Wei Shi.
Including being honest about his ambitions.
When he had first signed up to be a trainee, Wu Jin’s goal had been to bee a top idol who could inspire fans. When he signed up to bee a trainee a second time, his goal couldn’t be limited to merely achieving his debut.
It had been nearly two months since he’d accidentally transmigrated over. At first, Wu Jin’s purpose in participating in the show was to keep his job and not be sent to the mines, but two months later, his outlook had already changed a lot.
From the evaluation match performance to the extreme temperature map to the cellular maze; the guns had scared him at first, but later had bee one of his most familiar panions.
If dancing the Crosson Show theme song fulfilled his dream of the stage from before he transmigrated, then the survival reality show had bee the second stage that Wu Jin had unknowingly been influenced into yearning for. On the stage was an elaborately crafted game of survival and killing, and offstage was an audience filled with fans who cheered for him.
Wu Jin’s cheeks turned a little red as soon as he blurted out his goals, so he hurriedly added, “!! I mean, if I’m able to make a debut…”
A palm that was rough with calluses suddenly pressed down on the youth’s small curls.
Wei Shi tsked, “You’re a little too far off from a professional player.”
Wu Jin’s eyes immediately drooped, but then he heard the big boss continue, “If you train for another seven or eight months, it might barely be enough.”
The warm little curls beneath his palm suddenly rose up in joy.
Wei Shi casually tossed him the gun and gestured for the shocked rabbit spirit to go back to standing in the middle of the instance. He thought of something else, “Also, the purpose of stress training is not to change one’s personality tendencies.”
Wu Jin was stunned, “Then that extroversion E rating…”
Wei Shi raised his brows, “An E rating has its own way of playing. The purpose of stress training is to enable trainees to make rational judgements under extreme conditions. Step to the right.”
Wu Jin hurriedly stepped to the right and stood up straight. His mood, which had originally been a little depressed, seemed to have been magically lifted, and he couldn’t help but ask again, “Big brother, do I really not need to change…”
The youth’s face was a little flushed in the dim training room, and he looked uneasy as he held the gun, like a rabbit who had picked up a carrot but didn’t dare to eat it.
Wei Shi’s eyes remained narrowed for a long time. “No need. You are you.”
Wu Jin’s face immediately lifted up, exposing small white teeth in his delight.
Like a rabbit who had been given a stamp of approval.
Wei Shi’s eyes shifted slightly, glancing over the mark that had already disappeared. After using the healing agent, Wu Jin’s neck was pale, tender, and practically glowing, and no trace of the mark could be seen.
The man’s gaze wandered, and his gaze shifted away after a few moments.
When the indicator lights for the instance lit up again, Wu Jin was already fully armed and ready.
Wei Shi looked quickly over the terrible records he had previously achieved and gave him some tactical guidance, “Remember, your goal is to make logical judgements under stress. Stress training is not a physical fitness test. You can pause the instance at any time by looking in my direction.”
Wu Jin nodded repeatedly and then suddenly realized that that meant that big brother would need to stare at him the whole time… he felt so bad!!
Wu Jin hurriedly said, “Thank you, big brother, there’s no need…”
Wei Shi narrowed his eyes, “Or, do you want to prepare a safe word?”
Wu Jin didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary and looked blank, “What word? That should… be fine too.”
Wei Shi’s throat moved slightly.
Even before Wu Jin had time to figure it out, the instance
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