Contract Soldier King: I Dominate the Sports World

At the mention of Lei Ting, Shao Han's gaze softened. A low growl came from the back of the cabin, followed by the laughter of Zhao Lei, the fencing team's captain. “Forget it, kid. Lei Ting is even more precious than you are. Yesterday at the airport, during the security check, the agent nearly shoved the scanner up its nose. Lei Ting just swished its tail and short-circuited the security gate. That was something else.”

Shao Han got up and headed for the back of the cabin. As soon as he rounded the aisle, he saw a large black wolfdog lying in the middle of it, its head resting on the leg of Lin Miao, a member of the swimming team. Lei Ting's coat was sleek and glossy, and a pale green medical bandage was wrapped around its left foreleg. It had been grazed by a stray bullet the last time they rescued someone at Su Zhiqing's overseas base, but it had nearly healed. Hearing Shao Han's footsteps, Lei Ting immediately raised its head, excitement shining in its golden eyes. Its tail swept lightly across the floor, but it didn't rush over as usual. Clearly, it remembered Shao Han's reminder to keep a low profile in public.

“Captain Han, you're finally here,” said Lin Miao, a young woman in her early twenties with the cool, pale complexion of someone who spent all year in the pool. She gently stroked Lei Ting's ears and said helplessly, “This little rascal hasn't behaved since takeoff. Just now, it insisted on pawing at the window to look outside and nearly tore off the sunshade.”