Chapter 2724 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (04)

2 PM, Nanyao District, Independent Fighting Training Center.

This building is the private domain of F4, and ordinary students are not even allowed to approach it. It is quiet outside the building, with four bodyguards in black uniforms standing on either side of the entrance.

Jin Chen appeared at the end of the passageway outside the museum, still wearing a black coat, his hat pulled low, and walking at a leisurely pace.

The lead bodyguard stepped forward and blocked his path. "Stop. Identification required."

Jin Chen raised his wrist, revealing a gray iron permission ring with the temporary permission code previously given to him by Lin Baiyu.

The bodyguard scoffed, put away the detector, and looked Jin Chen up and down in his special recruit training uniform. "Detection failed. You don't have the authority. Special recruit, don't you even know where you are? Do you think you're qualified to come here?"

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, then good-naturedly raised his wrist and sent a text message to Lin Baiyu.

After waiting for a while, there was no reply.

Jin Chen turned and left.

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, remembering Young Master Ling Yao's previous instructions.

The bodyguard who had just spoken sarcastically stepped forward and reached out to grab Jin Chen's shoulder. "Did I say you could leave? This isn't a place you can just come and go as you please?"

Jin Chen dodged to the side, the bodyguard's hand missed, and his body leaned forward due to inertia.

Jin Chen grabbed his wrist before he could pull it back, and their fists met.

Jin Chen walked up to the bodyguard who had initially mocked him, stopped, and as the man tried to sit up, Jin Chen stepped on his chest, pressing him back down onto the cold ground.

The bodyguard grunted, looked up, and met Jin Chen's eyes.

Jin Chen raised her hand to take off her hat and brushed back her slightly messy black hair.

Beneath the hat was a striking face: a high nose bridge, thin and distinct lips, slightly sunken eyes, and rare pure black pupils. He looked down at the person at his feet with his head half-lowered, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only exuding a dark and aggressive aura.

The bodyguard being stepped on was a young man, not much older than Jin Chen. Looking up at this face, his breath caught in his throat, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He couldn't even muster the thought of resisting; he just wanted to curl up and had an urge to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Jin Chen bent down, grabbed the detector on the bodyguard's wrist that indicated insufficient permissions, and scanned it against his own bracelet again.

—Beep, permission verification passed, welcome.

“I…” The bodyguard on the ground, his throat dry, managed to squeeze out syllables.

Jin Chen raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the fallen bodyguard and fixed on the inconspicuous miniature surveillance camera above the door. "Can we go in now?"

Inside the fighting arena, in the lounge, a screen displays the scene outside in real time.

Ling Yao, holding a glass of beautifully colored fruit wine, had been lounging lazily on the sofa. But the moment Jin Chen took off his hat, he unconsciously sat up straighter, his pupils slightly contracting.

The young man on the screen removed the brim of his hat, completely surprising him.

“Wow,” Sith exclaimed softly, leaning closer to the screen, “This poor guy’s got some skills, and he’s pretty good-looking too.”

Lin Baiyu stood silently to the side, his cold face expressionless, revealing Jin Chen's extremely solid, even top-notch, skills.

Seeing Jin Chen looking at the surveillance camera, Lin Baiyu stopped lingering, turned around, pushed open the door of the lounge, and strode out.

Ling Yao followed lazily.

The three of them walked out of the main building and came to the steps inside the gate.

Lin Baiyu stood at the highest point.

He was tall and wore a well-fitting white combat uniform. He had a cool and aloof demeanor and looked down at Jin Chen below the steps.

“Okay,” Lin Baiyu replied, responding to Jin Chen’s earlier question.

Jin Chen nodded, her tone flat, "Thank you."

Then he turned around, as if to leave.

Lin Baiyu was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly. "Stop. I said you can come in, do you dare to break your promise?"

His invitation to sparring had never been so ignored before.

Jin Chen had his back to them, lazily twirling the old hat with his fingertips, and turned his head to the side, saying, "I'm not the one who breaks promises."

Ling Yao stood on the steps, his eyes quickly scanning Jin Chen's entire body, and found that his hands were empty and he was not carrying a backpack!

He sent a message to the bodyguards guarding outside the dormitory for specially admitted students:

Go to Jinchen's dorm right now!

After sending the message, Ling Yao felt a little relieved. He raised his chin slightly, his beautiful eyes full of arrogance, and walked down the steps to face Jin Chen.

"I deliberately didn't let you in, so what?"

Ling Yao raised an eyebrow, his tone playful and malicious, "You still dare to have a temper?"

He descended two more steps, almost at Jin Chen's eye level, tapped the ground with his fingertip, and smiled smugly.

"Don't want to train anymore? Fine, kneel down and beg me. If I'm in a good mood, I might consider letting you get lost."

"Ah Yao," Lin Baiyu interrupted, his tone disapproving, "Let him practice with me first, then you can vent your anger later."

Jin Chen looked at Ling Yao, a very faint smile curving her lips. "Okay."

-

The fighting room is spacious and bright, with the floor covered with a special energy-absorbing material.

On the central simulated battle stage, two figures were rapidly crossing paths.

Lin Baiyu's moves were fierce, displaying the explosive power unique to military boxing. His punches and kicks were as fast as lightning. He was testing Ling Yao and had no intention of holding back.

However, a few minutes later, the situation reversed.

Jin Chen was wearing a black sleeveless training vest, and his fighting style was completely different. He could predict all of Lin Baiyu's attacks in advance.

offstage.

Ling Yao leaned lazily against the spectator sofa, twirling the ring on his finger as he watched the stage with great interest.

He couldn't help but look at Jin Chen's taut arm muscles and the lines of his back...

This pervert has a great physique and is surprisingly good-looking.

The disgust I felt from having my teddy bear stolen strangely dissipated considerably.

Lin Baiyu on the stage became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Outsiders might not be able to see it, but he could feel it. No matter how fast he sped up or changed his moves, Jin Chen could always anticipate his moves half a step ahead and pull him back into the established rhythm.

He had virtually no chance of escaping control!

This feeling of frustration was more unbearable than when he encountered any overbearing opponent.

On the central screen, the countdown to the fight has four minutes and thirty seconds left.

Just as Lin Baiyu's combination punches were blocked by Jin Chen, Jin Chen suddenly stepped back and reached out to press the end button on the side of the stage.

Di-

The simulated combat exercise ended prematurely.

Lin Baiyu, who was engrossed in the game and even felt a little unsatisfied, stood frozen in place, slightly out of breath, looking at Jin Chen with confusion.

"It's not time yet, what do you mean?"

Jin Chen slowly unwrapped the white bandages wrapped around his fingers and wrists.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, making even such simple movements pleasing to the eye, and Lin Baiyu's gaze was involuntarily drawn to them for a moment.

"To make up for the time you wasted of me outside the door." Jin Chen casually placed the bandages he had taken off on the side of the table.

Lin Baiyu: "..."

His expression grew even colder. "Aren't you afraid I'll make sure you can't stay at the academy anymore?"

Jin Chen finally unwrapped the bandages, casually placed them on the equipment rack beside him, and picked up his coat from the back of the chair to put it on.

Upon hearing this, he leaned against the railing by the platform, looked up at Lin Baiyu, his dark eyes devoid of emotion, "You made nine fatal mistakes in your fight just now. If this were on the front lines, you would have died nine times over."

Lin Baiyu's pupils contracted.

He quickly reviewed the situation in his mind and found only seven obvious flaws.

Could there be two other places that he himself didn't even notice?

He was incredibly curious and itching to ask, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.