Chapter 78

As soon as Chen Fei entered the air base, he let go.

The day's mission was completed, and he could take the reward with a clear conscience.

And, he needed more money!

Seeing the female golden dragon swinging the rope and running up to him, the mental illusion dragon Claudia suddenly sniffed the air and said in confusion, "You smell like fish, Yilan, what have you been doing?"

Shouldn't a golden dragon go out with a full aura of killing intent and return with a body covered in blood?

This scene doesn't feel right!

"I was catching elementary school students!"

Yilan shook her dragon body, and all the sharp blades grew back, transforming her back into her fierce and intimidating form.

"You were catching elementary school students?"

The mental illusion dragon Claudia looked around. Where could she find students in this desolate mountain area?

Her mental power stretched to its limit, and she finally "saw" a group of human children walking in a line along the mountain path, with a place that looked like a school ahead.

The Patan Elementary School in the nearest mountain area to the 911 air base was right at the edge of her mental power's range.

"It wasn't me, it was him!"

The female golden dragon looked at Chen Fei, who was not far away.

"Ah?!"

The illusion dragon Claudia felt something was off.

Who is the real evil dragon?

"I protected the elementary school students, and he played the role of the evil dragon."

Seeing Aunt Claudia, no, the young lady still puzzled, Yilan explained further.

She had a lot of fun, and it wasn't until the sun set that Chen Fei dragged her back, still not satisfied. Otherwise, she would have played until dawn.

The group of elementary school students also had a blast, almost forgetting the time. Once the excitement wore off, they were all exhausted, sticking out their tongues. On the way back to school, they were grumbling the whole time, completely different from their enthusiastic mood on the way there. If it weren't for Teacher Shen Fei's constant urging, they might have collapsed on the road and refused to move.

Claudia looked at Yilan: "……"

You are the evil dragon, you know!

Do you have any self-awareness?

Chen Fei, equally exhausted, headed towards the base canteen. The two roasted fish he had for lunch were long gone, and he definitely needed a big meal tonight.

The bear Chekhov looked around and hurriedly followed, almost knocking Chen Fei over.

"Hey, how did you do it?"

To be able to discipline a golden dragon so obediently was truly unbelievable.

Chekhov wasn't the only one who wanted to ask, but he was the most eager.

"Chirp!"

Little Chirp was startled awake, gave the bear a dissatisfied look, fluffed its feathers, and curled up again.

The bear almost knocked Chen Fei's bird out of its nest, and Chen Fei said irritably, "Do what?"

"Put that rope on!"

Chekhov didn't dare to say it was like leading a dog, fearing the dragon would hear and turn him into Chekhov sauce with one claw.

Chen Fei answered impatiently, "She put it on herself."

This question had already been asked before. No one could put a rope around a dragon's neck unless the dragon was willing. Wasn't that obvious?

"She put it on herself..."

Chekhov's bear eyes almost popped out.

Then he asked incredulously, "So obedient?"

"Yeah! So obedient!"

Chen Fei continued matter-of-factly, "Yilan is a high school student, of course she should listen to the teacher. Isn't that natural?"

Whether a dragon is obedient depends on whether it meets the right person.

Almost everyone had subconsciously overlooked Yilan's student identity, a third-year high school student.

After living in a social circle for twelve years, she was extremely adapted to it. Whether it was the dragon race, human race, or beast race, they only had two identities: classmates or teachers. The habits formed over twelve years couldn't be forgotten in a day or two.

Yilan's most common phrases were "Hello, teacher" and "Report, teacher." Meeting Teacher Shen Fei from the local Patan Elementary School gave her a sense of familiarity, which is why she could play with a group of human children without any barriers.

"Teacher..."

Squad Leader Chekhov looked stunned.

Chen Fei quickly sped up to avoid further questions.

Exhausted from the day, he finally recovered after a night of hard work.

But even if he was tired, he couldn't forget to help Chef Abel.

After the unscrupulous businessman Old Park was sent home to eat his own food, Chef Abel, now a lone commander, had to fight alone. Chef Abel was a principled chef and wouldn't stoop to providing meals by just opening frozen packages like another chef.

There were other hands available, but the personnel manager Takal's fellow townspeople were cheap labor.

But the problem was they ate a lot, did little work, were extremely lazy, didn't care about hygiene, and liked to steal and lie, making them the bane of the kitchen. No matter how cheap, they couldn't be hired!

The other chef at the base canteen, Singh, was also a distant relative of Personnel Manager Takal, but he was kept around mainly because he was particularly clean, with a compulsion for cleanliness. He wouldn't be satisfied unless the countertops and sinks were wiped eight times, and the pots and pans were spotless, and he would even use a UV lamp to disinfect them. Otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease.

Even such a chef was considered a rarity among Takal's fellow townspeople or relatives.

Otherwise, Chef Abel would never agree to share the kitchen with him, even if there were occasional petty thefts, which he would overlook.

After returning to the dormitory and taking a hot shower, Chen Fei, with his bird already fast asleep in its small nest, headed to the shed where the Target Low-Temperature Fusion Energy Tower was located to continue his night shift.

He also brought some snacks to share a few drinks with the old man, a delightful prospect!

"Grandpa Balut... Hey, Manager Hana, what are you doing here?"

The steel shed door was never locked, and it opened easily. Chen Fei saw that besides the Neanderthal old man, the new female executive manager was also there.

They seemed to be waiting for him.

The 911 air base was a closed base, and outsiders rarely entered. Apart from Chen Fei and the Neanderthal old man taking turns to guard the energy tower, no one else usually came here.

Even if someone did, it was often the after-sales service personnel from the energy tower manufacturer for annual inspections, coming at most twice a year. Most of the time, the computer system checked the self-inspection reports, and highly automated operations replaced manual labor.

Given the current power consumption of the air base, it would probably take ten years to need a fuel refill for the fusion reactor. The lifespan of the energy tower was much longer, with the longest-lasting energy tower from the Third Era civilization having run without failure for 300 years.

"You came just in time, we were just talking about you."

Hana Gager's single eye sized up Chen Fei, making him feel uneasy.

What does this woman want?

Chen Fei cautiously said, "Is there something wrong, Manager Hana?"

"Your ability has awakened, and it can't just be wasted. I am the only one in the entire air base who can teach you how to control your ability."

Executive Manager Hana Gager stood up gracefully. She was a wind ability user, and although not a golden dragon, she still had the qualifications to guide Chen Fei into the world of abilities.

"Wait! I, he..."

Chen Fei was completely unprepared, both mentally and physically.

He looked at the Neanderthal old man Balut, who was already pushing him hard. Now with an ability, where would he find the time?

Even a donkey from the production team couldn't be pushed this hard!

"I don't mind. It won't affect anything. Come, let's start with a squat."

Balut waved his hand, took the food box from Chen Fei, placed it on the table, and opened the lid, immediately delighted.

Pig ears, pig tails, sheep hooves, and cow hooves—top-notch snacks for drinking.

"Get into a horse stance, and I'll explain slowly."

Manager Hana took out a bottle of red wine, tapped it, and the cork popped out of the wax seal.

She didn't come empty-handed, poured the wine into a decanter, swirled it, and then poured it into two glasses.

Pig ears with red wine were much more sophisticated than salted fatty pork with vodka.

Faced with these two people, neither of whom he could offend, Chen Fei could only grimace, pull his chest in, tuck his abdomen, straighten his waist, spread his hips, lower his shoulders, and squat down into a standard horse stance.

Even a horse from the production team couldn't squat like this, so the correct name should be a toilet squat.

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