Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

"Room two?"

Ling Huan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He glanced sideways at the dark glass wall in front of him. He didn't know what Lu Jinbei had pressed on the console. A dark blue light appeared in the middle of the glass wall. Spread like waves.

The whole wall is divided by the blue light of silk mesh, and it disappears instantly when it spreads to the four corners, and the dark glass becomes completely transparent, allowing people to see the inside clearly.

There was no one inside.

Lu Jinbei is here, where is Luo Sheng?

Why didn't Luo Sheng, who was injured but forbearing, come for extra training?

Ling Huan hesitated and stepped back, "Is the other classmates not coming together, or..."

"There are no other classmates." Lu Jinbei took off his black gloves and randomly placed them on the side of the console. He walked to the glass wall and pressed his fingerprints. The glass door opened with a beep.

"Come in."

Ling Huan’s scalp was numb with these two loud words. He saw that the half-open door was covered with a light blue fluorescent surface. When Lu Jinbei walked in, half of his shoulder was submerged in it, and soon people stood there. Inside the glass wall.

"But I clearly remember..."

Ling Huan gestured in the air, and said anxiously, "There should be some extra training. Where are those classmates? I just said a lot of names on the broadcast. Should the landlord wait for them?"

He hasn't figured it out yet. Why was Lu Jinbei carrying the collar and glanced at the information card just now, and he was easily determined to be a student for additional training.

Obviously his information card and identity are all forged, and he will never create such an extravagant plot.

Lu Jinbei's expression was faint, "They are in the fighting room next door. Someone taught me to take you alone."

Seeing Ling Huan stepping in, he opened a cabinet by the side of the fighting room, took out something from it and threw it to Ling Huan, "Tie your hands, it's easy to get hurt."

"Didn't you unload half of your strength?" Ling Huan caught his eyes and found that it was a bandage.

"Tie it up." Lu Jinbei's voice was soft and imperceptible, "Don't get hurt."

Ling Huan slowly tied the bandages while thinking quickly about how to take Lu Jinbei to the next room, and even wondered how likely it was that he could outperform Lu Jinbei if he immediately seized the door. .

009's joyous voice suddenly sounded in his consciousness.

[I received a notice here that the difficulty of the main task has been reduced, and now it is not mandatory for Lu Jinbei and Luo Sheng to have the plot before it happened, but Lu Jinbei must complete a fighting class, and the main task will be completed after the course is over. 】

"Even if the course is over?" Ling Huan raised his eyebrows. "Then the half-hour Lu Jinbei just said can be ended early and the course ends?"

【Calculate. 】

Ling Huan’s enthusiasm for tying bandages immediately increased. He quickly wrapped it up and said casually, “Every time the main task is to be reduced in difficulty, it is a temporary notification. Can’t it be earlier next time? It's really changing all the time, and the boundaries are blurred. Is the judgment based on Lu Jinbei's ideas?"

Before waiting for 009's reply, Lu Jinbei pointed to the wall and said, "There is a timer on the wall on the left. You will not be able to dismiss the get out of class within half an hour if you touch your belt."

Ling Huan raised his eyes and found the huge digital timer on the side. He retracted his gaze and curled his lips when he landed on Lu Jinbei's belt.

Just like the style of wearing military uniforms, even if the belts are exactly the same as the styles issued by everyone in the military department, Lu Jinbei can reveal a sense of coldness, strictness and abstinence when using it.

Ling Huan sighed, "You have to count your words."

This mimicry training room says that unloading is real unloading.

How terrifying can the stamina of double s be? His stamina is s. Lu Jinbei's unloading half should be equal to his full strength. The simple request of touching his belt in half an hour really treats him as an ordinary student.

When the countdown started, Ling Huan realized something was wrong.

The man's movements are simply not on the same level as him. In addition to speed, even strength can control just right over him without surpassing too much, just enough to avoid his several active attacks, and then in his hand. One second before touching the belt, he held his wrist with gentle force.

It was obviously a fighting class, and Lu Jinbei seemed to be teasing a cat.

Ling Huan felt that he couldn't get it out of his strength. He gritted his teeth to find Lu Jinbei's weakness. A sharp light appeared in his pupils. As he lowered his left leg, he found a very tricky angle and grabbed the man's arm back. Zhe, the other hand desperately touched his waist.

In theory, if this action is strong enough, it can knock a person to the ground, but Lu Jinbei has no effect. He stretched out his hand and brought it down. It was enough to make Ling Huan crash into his arms while restraining him at the same time. Ling Huan moved both hands.

Lu Jinbei reminded, "Hurry up."

Ling Huan panted and looked at the wall. Half of the time had passed. He irritably gave Lu Jinbei an elbow. After being released, he took a few large steps back. "You really relieved half of your strength? "

Lu Jinbei stared at him, watching the boy's soft hair sticking to his flushed cheeks and an unfamiliar and ordinary face, his eyes fell down to the few pale colors that could be seen faintly from the undulating neckline when the boy breathed. Hickeys, fair skin lined this kind of marks very attractive.

The teeth started to itch again, and Lu Jinbei swallowed back what he had said to his mouth, and gave a faint hum.

The last time he was on the black market, he discovered that Ling Huan had a function that could change his face. Although he didn't know how it was operated, it didn't seem to be sticking to his face, it was just an optical illusion.

Ling Huan did not believe in evil and transferred all his strength to his upper body. When he was full of energy, his body seemed to have an inexplicable memory. He used the same method as Lu Jinbei when he attacked just now, even the gesture of raising his hand. exactly the same.

Lu Jinbei frowned slightly and looked at Ling Huan with more scrutiny.

Ling Huan is obviously from the Federation. Even if he had been in the Empire for a while, he had never entered the military for systematic training. Why is the fighting method so similar to the basic skills of the Imperial Military Academy? And the movements are only a little blunt at the beginning, and then they become more proficient.

It's weird.

After exhausting all kinds of methods, he still couldn't overwhelm Lu Jinbei. Ling Huan looked at the countdown on the side with the last few seconds left to zero, and looked at Lu Jinbei unwillingly.

"Time is up."

Sweat dripped down his cheeks to the ground. Ling Huan lowered his body. When the man had already taken off his defenses and leaned forward, he suddenly pulled off his collar, wanting to give it a go and see if he could touch his belt.

As a result, Lu Jinbei, who couldn't move him just now, was dragged over suddenly.

Ling Huan fell under pressure, and when his back was about to hit the ground, he was supported by a strong hand, just under his back.

When the countdown turned to 0, a very festive ringing sounded, and Ling Huan was upset when he listened.

When he looked up, he realized that Lu Jinbei was just pressing on him.

The man's chest was close at hand, with one hand resting on his arm just to completely encircle him, and his slightly hot breath fell as if he was about to kiss him at any time.

Ling Huan felt that he was completely enveloped by the man’s almost condensed eyes. He struggled a little bit, and slammed into a large mouthful of air. The heart in his chest was beating uncontrollably, "Half an hour is over, you, you When you get up, we will talk about how to go to class next."

…

It was a whole afternoon in the fighting class, and Ling Huan didn't know if others had been training for so long.

He was still wondering if he had been exposed by the holographic face change at first, but except for the first half an hour, it was really going to class afterwards.

Lu Jinbei taught a few simple moves.

Ignoring the fact that he always touches his hands and body when teaching movements, Ling Huan generally feels that Lu Jinbei is like a mean and ruthless teacher.

Although after his strong protest, the afternoon class rested for half an hour and half an hour, but the feeling of backache was hard to ignore.

During dinner, Ling Huan used a spoon to make a mess of the rice in the bowl. He glanced at Lu Jinbei who was sitting beside him eating quietly, unable to control his anger.

"The military department is not busy today. You are not an admiral. Why are you so leisurely? You came back at six o'clock? I calculated the time, and we will stay for another hour later. Today's contact time is full, and suddenly I slept with someone else. I'm really not used to it, or let's sleep in separate rooms tonight."

Lu Jinbei's continued good mood after returning home from the military department suddenly disappeared. He explained in a low voice, "The guest room has no quilt and no new sheets."

Ling Huan smiled, "It doesn't matter, then I sleep in the living room."

Lu Jinbei narrowed his eyes and said, "You are sleeping in the room, I will go to the living room." Y. U. X. I.

When Ling Huan returned to the room at nine o'clock, Lu Jinbei was sitting in the living room with a pillow in his arms, looking at his brain.

He silently opened a small program with 99+ messages in the upper right corner.

-Thank you, I was in Ole Star and just got off the aircraft. I was shocked to see that this building is so hot today and it has entered the top three of our program discussion list. Are male omegas so difficult to deal with now? My dear and I are really smooth sailing. Although I insisted on pursuing seven or seventy-nine days before succeeding in many love rivals, it is really a good memory in retrospect.

—The main topic is really not efficient. Didn't you give all the opinions of thieves to the 606th floor yesterday? Didn't the subject show his manly and masculine side in front of your omega? No matter which of the three genders, as long as men admire force and like to be strong, is the subject of a very weak alpha so that it can't make people move?

—Since the subject can’t be chased back no matter what, may I ask a cute boy who knows how to cook and soothes the beasts, and who turned out to be quite active, do I still have a chance to learn more about it?

After Lu Jinbei blacked out the people on the last floor, he turned off the screen and looked at himself in the mirror in the living room.

A few seconds later, there was a slight crackling of thunder and lightning in front of the mirror, and the man in the mirror suddenly disappeared, but a light golden kitten suddenly appeared at the bottom.

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[Babe: I don't want to sleep in the living room. 】

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