Chapter 2725 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (05)

Sith, sitting in the audience, was stunned. It took him a long time to come to his senses before he nudged Ling Yao next to him.

"Unbelievable, Bai Yu seems... never beat him?"

Ling Yao slowly put down the ice water he had barely drunk, gave a cold sneer, stretched his arms, and gave a half-lazy yawn, suppressing the inexplicable tremor in his heart. His tone became light and slow again, but his eyes never left the person on the stage.

"What's the use of being able to fight?"

He stood up and walked step by step onto the fighting ring.

Ling Yao walked straight to Jin Chen, who was putting on his coat, and stopped in front of him.

Jin Chen buttoned up the last button, looked up at him, and her eyes subtly became full of interest.

Ling Yao patted Jin Chen's cheek rather rudely with the back of his hand, a clear provocation and humiliation. "Didn't you hear what Bai Yu said?"

"What?" Jin Chen asked.

Ling Yao leaned closer, lowered his voice, and chuckled maliciously.

“Here, you have no right to resist, nor the right to be dissatisfied.”

"If you want to stay here peacefully, you'd better be sensible and take what you shouldn't have..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Chen suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Jin Chen's palms were dry, but still warm from exercise, making it difficult for Ling Yao to break free for a moment.

Ling Yao frowned, "You..."

The next second, Jin Chen grabbed his wrist and led him to the right pocket of his coat.

Ling Yao's fingertips touched the familiar velvety texture.

Ling Yao: "!!!"

That pervert is insane!

He actually kept the doll in his pocket!

Jin Chen's fingertips also reached in and scratched the plush bear's chin.

Empathy is triggered.

The sensation of being touched sent a shiver through Ling Yao's nerve endings, causing him to involuntarily shudder and his ears to flush red.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Chen raised his other hand and gently ruffled his hair.

Ling Yao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he glared at him.

Jin Chen tilted his head slightly, leaned close to Ling Yao's ear, and said slowly with a low, gloomy smile, "So, be good, young master with a bad temper."

Ling Yao snapped out of his daze, pulled his hand back as if he had been burned, and took two steps back. His handsome, arrogant eyes were filled with shame and anger, and he was speechless for a moment.

[The detection of the villain triggers the heartbeat value, the heartbeat value is +5, and the total is 5! 】

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Two days later, in the early morning, a notice issued directly by the Disciplinary Committee appeared in the personal emails of all students at Asgard Academy, concerning the selection results of the Knights of Favonius for the new academic year.

After deliberation, Jin Chen and Eric from the Level 2 Special Class, and Mo Xiao from the Level 3 Regular Class, were selected as members of the Knights Order for the new school year.

The so-called Knights Order sounds prestigious, but everyone with a bit of seniority in the academy knows the truth.

That's just a group of F4's lackeys.

The four top noble young masters would select the winners from time to time. Those selected would automatically enter the unspoken rules of the Star Crown Game and abide by all its rules.

The Discipline Committee Chairman, Ye Lian, was extremely efficient. At the same time the announcement was issued, three detailed letters of responsibility from the Knights were delivered to the academy mailboxes of Jin Chen and the other two.

Jin Chen sat at his desk in the dormitory, browsing through the harsh terms of the responsibility agreement that highlighted inequality and absolute obedience, tapping his fingertips a few times on the table.

Eric, standing next to him, was deathly pale, slumped in his chair, his eyes unfocused, filled with resentment.

He knew better than anyone what losing the protection of the Sith and falling into the hands of the Knights meant.

They were stripped of all dignity and exposed to the mockery of aristocratic students.

Jin Chen's consciousness stirred slightly. [Zero Egg, what's this game? Explain.]

Zero quickly flipped through the original plot and responded.

[The Star Crown Game is an unspoken system of rules, tacitly approved by the academy's higher-ups and dominated by senior aristocratic students, used to discipline lower-year students and special admissions students.]

It began to explain in detail, "[The game's universal stakes are Star Points, which are linked to family honor and directly affect the amount of stipends issued by the academy, unlocking library access, and even course grades.]"

[Losers are often required to surrender the bracelets representing their authority. During this period, they lose all corresponding rights, becoming invisible within the academy, with a status even lower than the lowest rank.]

[By the way, host, the Star Crown Game involves many different projects, and members of the Knights are by default required to participate in all projects initiated by the F4, and... generally speaking, they are destined to lose.]

After listening, Jin Chen commented sharply: "Are they playing house?"

Zero Rolling was amused and laughed for a long time. [Host, for special recruits, losing could mean losing everything, even their lives. Didn't Eric almost die in a game in the original storyline after losing Sith protection?]

Jin Chen said calmly: [A cruel version of playing house.]

Ling Gun Gun let out another burst of barely suppressed "hohohoho..."

The next morning.

Sunlight shines on the shimmering landscape lake.

Standalone villas along the lake shore; this is the exclusive dormitory area for the F4, and its luxury is said to be comparable to the headquarters of the federal core departments.

The three new knights arrived at the villa's carved gate at the appointed time.

Eric's face was still very pale, and he kept his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Mo Xiao, on the other hand, had a completely different demeanor. His eyes would occasionally linger on the closed door, and he kept adjusting his collar and cuffs.

Ling Gungun whispered on Jin Chen's shoulder, "Host, he is Mo Xiao. He did it entirely voluntarily, paying a considerable price to squeeze into this knight order. He's a loyal and fervent admirer of Young Master Ling Yao."

Jin Chen scanned Mo Xiao from head to toe before quickly looking away.

"Not competitive," Jin Chen thought to himself indifferently.

The villa door opened, and they entered one by one.

The living room was surprisingly spacious, with a high domed ceiling and crystal chandeliers hanging down, and the floor covered with expensive alien fur.

Ling Yao sat comfortably in the curved sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

Today he was wearing a dark blue silk shirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing his collarbone, and his eyes exuded a free and unrestrained spirit.

Ling Yao paused for a moment on Jin Chen's unchanging black hat, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

This pervert, is he allergic to air? Why does he always wear that hideous hat?