Chapter 2723 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (03)

Ling Yao had a vague impression of the two specially admitted students, after all, they were the only two who had climbed up from the slums to be in the top class.

One is Eric, the poor boy who recently caught the attention of the Sith, and the other... should be the one in front of us.

He had never looked at this person before, but now he realized that this person was quite tall and had a good physique. Even through ordinary training clothes, he could vaguely see the well-trained body lines.

Young Master Ling Yao, who prioritizes good looks, subconsciously glanced at Jin Chen's eyebrows and eyes, which were covered by a baseball cap. Unfortunately, he could only see half of the bridge of Jin Chen's nose and his pale lips, which was quite uninteresting.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, his tone nonchalant, "I'm asking you a question, who gave you permission to ask me a question back?"

Jin Chen raised his head slightly, the shadow under the brim of his hat swaying, still unable to see his eyes, only a low, hoarse voice could be heard, "He picked it up."

He pointed at Eric.

Eric's heart clenched, and he hurriedly explained, "I found it on the road, I didn't know..."

Ling Yao didn't even let him finish speaking, interrupting him directly and staring at Jin Chen, "What does he look like?"

Jin Chen: "The pink plush teddy bear, the left ear seems to be a little loose."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yao slapped Eric hard across the face.

Snapped!

The ring on Ling Yao's knuckles grazed Eric's cheek, leaving a noticeable red mark that stung painfully.

"Who told you that you don't have to return things you find here?"

Ling Yao's tone was contemptuous and disgusted, "Are you a rat that crawled out of the sewer?"

Sith frowned, his eyes filled with anger as he looked at Eric. "Eric, do you know this belongs to Yao... do you know how important this bear is to him?"

Eric's cheeks were red and swollen, and he protested with a heart full of humiliation, "I don't know, I really didn't know it was Young Master Ling's... I just found it..."

"Oh," Jin Chen added in his characteristic, flat tone, as if he had just remembered something.

“He knew who the master was; I heard him talking to himself.”

Eric: "..."

This guy's got a screw loose!

He glared at Jin Chen, "You're talking nonsense!"

Snapped!

Sith slapped Eric across the other side of his face with his other hand, the force of which was even greater than Ling Yao's slap.

"How disgusting! What do you want to do?"

Eric was knocked to the side, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and he was completely stunned.

Sith took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said to Ling Yao, "A Yao, this is my fault for not handling things properly. I will teach him a lesson and give you an explanation."

“I’ll have him return the bear to you right away.”

As he spoke, he glared at Eric and grabbed his arm, "Come with me!"

Eric was half-dragged, half-pulled away by Sith, his back view looking utterly disheveled.

Ling Yao watched them leave, his face still contorted with rage.

He raised his wrist, revealing an intricate and ornate dark gold access ring, and sent a message instructing his bodyguard to retrieve the plush bear from the special admissions dormitory.

A notification light flashed indicating that the message had been successfully sent.

Jin Chen suddenly spoke up, "The plush bear is with me."

Ling Yao paused in his manipulation of the ring, turned to look at him, his handsome brows furrowed, and he looked Jin Chen up and down with a haughty gaze.

"Dude, are you stupid? You only said that after reading my message? Are you kidding me?"

He held out his hand, his tone impatient, "Hurry up and give it to me. Just tell me how many star coins you want."

Jin Chen's gaze seemed to fall on Ling Yao's face from under the brim of his hat. His voice was deep and had a tone that made Ling Yao's heart tighten for no reason.

"Don't you remember me, Young Master Ling Yao?"

Ling Yao replied casually and perfunctorily, "Who are you? Why are you trying to get close to me? Just tell me what you want. I'm very busy."

Jin Chen continued speaking to herself, "You ruined one of my school uniforms on the day of freshman registration."

Ling Yao was stunned for a moment, having no recollection of it at all.

He broke so many things; who remembers a tattered school uniform belonging to a special admissions student?

Ling Yao waved his hand impatiently, "I'll compensate you with a hundred sets. Now, Xiong, give it to me."

Jin Chen slowly curled her lips into a smile, "No,"

"I want you to trade me a plush bear."

Ling Yao was so angry he almost laughed, "You fucking..."

He suspected that the person might be mentally unstable.

Jin Chen stepped forward.

He was half a head taller than Ling Yao, and this step closed the distance, bringing an invisible sense of pressure.

Ling Yao instinctively wanted to back away, but he forced himself to stand still, raised his chin, and glared back with fierce eyes.

Jin Chen lowered his body slightly and easily got close to Ling Yao's ear. In a deep and magnetic voice that only the two of them could hear, he slowly said, "I'm also doing this to survive. I won't do anything to the plush bear."

He paused, his tone cryptic, "After all, if it gets damaged, someone will feel the pain."

Ling Yao's pupils contracted, his eyes sharpening. "You... what do you know?!"

Jin Chen wasn't angry when he pushed her away. She slowly hooked the backpack off her shoulder with one hand, unzipped it halfway, and reached inside in front of Ling Yao to touch the head of the pink fluffy creature inside.

Then he looked up and said, "Guess."

Ling Yao: "..."

-

Ten minutes later, the classroom door was pushed open again.

The first to walk in was Ling Yao, his hair slightly disheveled, with a few stray strands hanging unruly over his forehead, adding a touch of wild restlessness.

Jin Chen's special admissions uniform was almost torn to shreds again. His hat brim was pulled low, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, as if he had secretly tasted the sweetness and was savoring it.

Jin Chen looked at Ling Yao walking ahead, touched the roof of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and savored the shiny tongue stud hidden on the young master's soft red tongue.

My wife has this hobby...

Mmm, it's very spicy.

Ling Yao was clearly not in a good mood; he was burning with anger that made his internal organs feel terrible.

That pervert! How dare he threaten him and get so close?

What's most infuriating is that he actually dared to touch the plush bear right in front of him!

Ling Yao walked over in a few steps, stood in front of Eric's desk, leaned slightly forward, and placed his hands on the table. "You'll be the goalkeeper for the afternoon's practical class."

Several pairs of eyes turned subtle, gleefully looking at Eric.

In order to achieve realism, this course usually uses highly resistant military robots as gatekeepers.

If a student were to act as... they would practically be a human punching bag.

Students have to endure a barrage of high-intensity simulated weapons from the attacking students. After a class, even wearing protective clothing, their mental and physical strength will be exhausted to the limit. Being completely worn out is the least of their worries; in severe cases, they may even suffer psychological trauma.

Eric often flaunted his power, relying on the favor he received from Young Master Sith.

Now that Sith is enraged, and Young Master Ling Yao is personally taking action to deal with him, who wouldn't want to see this arrogant poor kid suffer?

Eric's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ling Yao shifted his stance slightly, turned his head to the side, and glanced at Jin Chen, who was trying to take off his tattered coat, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"You should go too."

He refused to believe that he couldn't snatch the plush bear back from this treacherous pervert during the chaos of a practical lesson.

Alternatively, we could just seriously injure him in the simulated combat and put him in the medical pod, then searching his lockers would be a piece of cake.

Jin Chen casually draped the tattered coat over the back of the chair, picked up a metal pen, twirled it nimbly between her fingers, and then looked up at Ling Yao through the shadow under her hat brim. "I'm busy."

Ling Yao: "?"

Sis, who had just finished composing himself, came back and, upon hearing this, let out an exaggerated "Oh!" and looked Jin Chen up and down. "Young man, you've got guts."

This guy dares to repeatedly slap Ling Yao's face. Is he really not afraid of death, or is he just missing a screw in his head?

Ling Yao laughed in anger, casually leaning against Eric's table, and took out a dagger from the lining of his uniform. The scabbard was inlaid with tiny gemstones.

He casually toyed with the scabbard. "Oh? What are you going to do?"

Jin Chen took out a book and opened it, his voice soft and gentle, "President Lin Baiyu asked me to go to the combat training room this afternoon to spar with him."

In the original story, Lin Baiyu, the student council president who was so self-disciplined that he was almost harsh, noticed the original owner's performance in the gravity training room by chance. Feeling sorry for his talent, he extended an invitation to spar with him in private.

Unfortunately, this opportunity was snatched away by the cunning Eric through underhanded means, becoming a stepping stone for Eric to get closer to the F4 circle.

Sith's gaze towards Jin Chen changed. "You're the poor student Bai Yu mentioned... the one with abnormal physical test data and exceptional physical skills who's a special recruit?"

They knew all too well how discerning Lin Baiyu was; there were very few people who could be personally recognized by him as strong, let alone a specially admitted student.

What a coincidence!

Sith leaned close to Ling Yao's ear and whispered a few words quickly.

Ling Yao stopped playing with the scabbard, his eyes filled with interest.

“Alright,” Ling Yao jumped off the edge of the table, twirling the short dagger in a beautiful flourish between his fingers. “Then this young master will go and watch the show.”

He wanted to see with his own eyes how this despicable pervert would be beaten to his knees and beg for mercy by Bai Yu.