Chapter 270
This is clearly Flander messing with me!
Along the edge of the fields, the grass is lush and green, carrying the fresh scent of morning dew.
A gentle breeze blows, and the grass blades sway softly, making a soft rustling sound, like the whisper of nature.
Lin Xia lay down on her back without any regard for her image, with her arms behind her head, closed her eyes, and felt the warm blush brought by the sunlight through her eyelids, as well as the gentle touch of the breeze on her cheeks.
Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, her cool cat-like eyes glancing at Lin Xia, who was lying comfortably, and then at the vibrant grassland.
Her perpetually tense nerves seemed to be gently plucked by this soothing atmosphere.
After hesitating for a moment, she followed Lin Xia's example and carefully lay down about an arm's length away from Lin Xia.
Beneath her was cool, damp grass, and above her was an endless blue sky. This feeling of complete relaxation and closeness to nature was somewhat unfamiliar to her, yet unexpectedly comfortable.
She closed her eyes like Lin Xia, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her fair cheeks, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on her body and the reassuring calmness emanating from Lin Xia.
The taut lines of her body softened without her realizing it.
However, this tranquility was soon broken by a huge figure.
The massive body of Tyranitar stood in the field, watching the two lying comfortably. A hint of... boredom seemed to flash across its fierce little eyes.
It took heavy steps, walked a little distance from the two of them, raised its huge foot covering the rocky deck, and stomped down hard!
"Boom!"
With a muffled thud, the ground trembled slightly, and a deep pit, two or three meters in diameter, instantly appeared beneath its feet.
The soil and turf were ripped away by the immense force, revealing the dark brown, moist soil beneath.
Bangilas let out a deep, satisfied gurgle, and its massive body nimbly scurried inside, leaving only a deep hole and scattered dirt at the entrance.
Startled by the sudden commotion, Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes instantly, her body instinctively tensing up like a frightened cat.
She quickly sat up, looking warily at the dark pit opening, and then subconsciously reached out and nudged Lin Xia beside her.
"Brother Lin Xia...it..."
Zhu Zhuqing's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension as she pointed to the large hole.
Lin Xia slowly opened her eyes. Her dark pupils showed no surprise or panic, only complete understanding.
He glanced at the deep pit, a faint smile even appearing on his lips.
"It's alright."
Lin Xia's voice was languid, carrying the warmth of the sun shining on the fields.
"Never mind it. It's probably bored with the watch and went downstairs to find some snacks."
"Underground...snacks?"
Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion appearing on her usually cool face.
"Ah."
Lin Xia closed her eyes again, as if explaining something perfectly ordinary.
"Bangilas feeds on rocks and minerals. There might be some rare mineral veins hidden beneath this field that interest it. Let it wander around; it'll come back when it's had its fill."
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly realized, lay back down, looked at the cave entrance, and imagined Bangiras feasting underground. Her tense nerves completely relaxed, and she even felt a strange sense of peace.
With such a powerful being by Lin Xia's side, or rather, being a part of Lin Xia herself, the sense of security in this field seemed to have increased considerably.
Lin Xia seemed to remember something, and her slender fingers brushed against the storage soul tool at her waist.
With a slight flash of light, a fist-sized ore, shimmering with a dark silver metallic luster and covered with natural spiral patterns, appeared in his hand.
The ore emitted a pure and restrained energy fluctuation, clearly indicating it was no ordinary item. Under Zhu Zhuqing's slightly surprised gaze, Lin Xia did not hesitate and directly put this incredibly hard and rare ore into her mouth.
"Click...click..."
A tooth-grinding chewing sound rang out as the ore crumbled in Lin Xia's mouth like a crisp biscuit.
Lin Xia chewed calmly, her expression serene. As she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbed, as if she were simply enjoying an ordinary snack.
A fleeting, extremely subtle fluctuation of metallic energy emanated from him and quickly subsided.
Zhu Zhuqing watched silently. Although it wasn't the first time she had witnessed Lin Xia consuming ore, she was still quite shocked every time she saw such illogical behavior—this was something no ordinary flesh and blood could do.
She withdrew her gaze, stopped thinking about it, and simply stayed quietly by Lin Xia's side, enjoying this rare and powerful tranquility.
Meanwhile, on the dusty dirt road outside the village, Ning Rongrong's feelings were completely opposite to Lin Xia's.
Sweat had soaked the soft strands of hair on her forehead, with a few sticking to her smooth temples. Her originally delicate and fair face was flushed from the intense exercise and her inner frustration.
She leaned against the rough trunk of an old tree by the roadside, breathing slightly heavily, her beautiful glassy eyes filled with exhaustion and irritability.
"Oscars".
Ning Rongrong's voice was filled with deep helplessness and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.
"How far is this circle exactly?"
Her voice was not as clear as it had been at the beginning, and it had a slightly hoarse quality.
When she set off, she was actually holding back a lot of determination.
Despite being a support-type Soul Master, her father, Ning Fengzhi, was equally strict with her at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, especially in terms of physical fitness and basic training.
Grandpa Jian Chenxin often warned her that if a support-type Soul Master does not have a strong physique, he cannot even protect himself on the ever-changing battlefield, let alone assist others.
Therefore, she has consistently maintained a training regimen, and her physical fitness is definitely among the best of her age among support-type Soul Masters, especially excelling in medium- and long-distance running.
She found Rand's theories jarring, but she understood their core principles.
She wanted to prove through her actions that she was not a pampered young lady who couldn't endure hardship.
However, reality dealt her a heavy blow.
Since leaving the academy, under Oscar's leadership, they haven't even completed one lap!
The road beneath my feet seemed endless, the shadows of villages swirling in my vision, yet I could never truly reach the end.
Time passed by, the sun gradually rose higher, and the temperature climbed accordingly.
My stamina was rapidly depleting with each step I took, my breathing became rapid, and my calves began to ache.
At this pace, let alone completing twenty laps before noon, it's a huge question mark whether he can even finish before dinner.
Not to mention maintaining speed, that's simply a pipe dream.
This is clearly Flander messing with himself!
Oscar was also exhausted. He wiped the sweat from his face, and his already thick beard looked even more disheveled as it was soaked with sweat.
Hearing Ning Rongrong's question, he shook his head with a wry smile, his handsome face, hidden beneath a beard, crumpled into a frown.
"I told you when we came out, Rongrong, this is an impossible task! Dean Flander isn't teaching, he's trying to kill us!"
Oscar took a breath and forced a relieved smile.
"But don't worry too much. What's there to be afraid of? I'm a food-type Soul Master. I may not have other skills, but solving the problem of hunger is a piece of cake for me! We won't go hungry! How about... we eat something to replenish our energy?" (End of Chapter)