Chapter 2731 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (14)
Sith stopped replying to Shi Heng and decisively changed the subject.
He activated his bracelet, projecting a virtual screen that listed the activities during the Starry Sky Festival. "What activities did you all choose for the Starry Sky Festival?"
Eric pledged his loyalty to him, saying, "I will follow your orders."
Sith hummed smugly, slid his finger across the screen, and first selected a few art appreciation projects that interested him.
For a fleeting moment, both Lin Baiyu and Ling Yao's gazes swept over Jin Chen again, intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Baiyu was always straightforward and said what he meant. He immediately said to Jin Chen, "The training plan you gave me before was very useful."
"As a token of my gratitude, I can grant you special access and take you to the base to experience the latest model of interstellar warship."
For him, the greatest temptation and reward is being able to personally control a top-tier warship.
Piloting a spaceship... Jin Chen had little interest in it.
Just as Jin Chen was about to refuse, Lin Baiyu said, "Or, I can give you an internal spectator spot for the Starship Combat Tournament. I will be participating this year."
This is one of the highest-level competitive events in the academy and attracts much attention.
[Host, this is an important plot point!] Zero Gun Gun reminded him, [In the original plot, both Ling Yao and Sith would be there to watch the battle. The protagonist, Eric, would take advantage of this opportunity to tamper with Ling Yao's vehicle using a gadget he obtained from the Mad Doctor, thus creating a hidden danger!]
Jin Chen's eyes flickered slightly; after all, it involved Ling Yao's safety. He nodded. "Okay."
When Lin Bai met his agreement, the corners of his cold, hard lips softened for a moment.
Jin Chen turned to the young master beside him, who seemed determined not to speak to him, and took the initiative to speak, "Young Master Ling Yao, what are your plans for the Starry Sky Festival? Do you need me to accompany you?"
Ling Yao finally got to speak to Jin Chen first, and the frustration in his heart dissipated a lot, as if he had won a point in this contest.
He curled his lips upwards, smiling freely, and flipped through the activity categories with his finger, "Interstellar Auction, you'll come along too."
Jin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly and did not object: "Okay."
After Ling Yao finished speaking, he felt a little expectant, waiting for Jin Chen to say something next, such as bringing up the gift.
But he waited and waited until Jin Chen finished eating first, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up as if preparing to leave.
Ling Yao looked up at him, "Where are you going?"
You're leaving already? Where's the gift?!
This liar!
Jin Chen was very polite. "There's another Energy Introduction class this afternoon. Is there anything else you need, Young Master Ling Yao?"
Ling Yao: "..."
He felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe, as if he had no bones. He slumped back against the sofa in a huff, raised his chin, pointed to the door, and said, "Get lost."
Jin Chen could easily see his dissatisfaction and annoyance. A smile flashed across her eyes, but she didn't say anything more.
Ling Yao stared at his retreating figure as he disappeared through the doorway, grabbed a cushion from the side, and slammed it onto the sofa.
Liar! You broke your promise!
[The villain's heart rate is detected +3, totaling 34! 】
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in the afternoon.
Ling Yao had just finished a rather boring short class and walked into the private lounge, yawning.
This place offers an excellent view, overlooking most of the college, and is usually where he relaxes after class.
The terminal vibrated slightly. Ling Yao lazily raised his eyes, and a screen popped up. The sender's note was three bold and unceremonious characters.
Pervert: Where is that ill-tempered young master?
Ling Yao stared at the line of text, his brows furrowed, and he snorted inwardly.
He lifted his eyelids slightly, his fingertips hovering over the virtual keyboard for a few seconds, deliberately not clicking "reply," then turned off the terminal and tossed it onto the coffee table beside him.
There is no obligation for me to respond to this pervert.
Less than three seconds after that thought crossed his mind, a familiar, subtle touch came from his left earlobe, as if he had been pinched.
Ling Yao: "..."
He suddenly raised his hand to cover his ears.
So annoying!
Ling Yao ground his back teeth, grabbed the terminal again, and typed a reply in an annoyed tone.
Bad-tempered young master: I don't want to tell you, come find me yourself if you dare.
Pervert: Okay.
Ling Yao tossed the terminal back into place, got up, walked to the window, and looked down at the crowds and hovercars passing by to distract himself.
Several minutes passed, but the terminal remained silent.
Ling Yao began to have doubts, wondering if this pervert was just fooling him.
Just as my patience was about to run out and I was about to send another sarcastic message, the door to the lounge, which required specific permissions to open, made a slight unlocking sound.
At the same time, the terminal vibrated.
Pervert: Found you.
Ling Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned to look at the door.
The door was pushed open gently.
Jin Chen stood at the door, his figure silhouetted against the light from the corridor outside.
He also looked like he had just finished class, and he was still wearing a dark gray uniform.
He wore the uniform meticulously, the top button fastened, the tie tied neatly, exuding an almost gloomy and rigid aura that was completely different from his nighttime behavior. His slightly long black hair fell down, covering part of his eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see his full expression.
Only when Jin Chen wants to make people see her clearly, like now, when she tilts her head slightly and catches Ling Yao by the window with a smile, can she easily bewitch people.
"I've found you," Jin Chen said again.
Ling Yao's heart skipped a beat as he glanced at Jin Chen's outfit.
He used to hate these dull, boring, and old-fashioned special admissions students the most.
just now……
He still hates Jin Chen, especially.
I hate his deadpan demeanor—aloof and detached during the day, but a completely different persona at night.
Ling Yao suppressed the strange feeling and maintained his usual posture, leaning against the edge of the windowsill with his legs casually crossed.
The same school uniform, but it looks completely different on him.
His coat was casually open, his tie hung loosely, and he exuded a lazy, aristocratic air born of indulgence.
Of course, no one in the academy dared to question Young Master Ling Yao's attire, and no one dared to tear his uniform as they would any other special admissions students.
"I don't have time to play this boring game of hide-and-seek with you."
Ling Yao raised his chin, but then seemed to remember something and beckoned Jin Chen over.
During the day, Ling Yao is not afraid of Jin Chen.
not at all!
Jin Chen was not surprised by his reaction. She did as he said and stopped a step away from Ling Yao, right in the shadowy corner of the windowsill.
Ling Yao raised his head slightly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Jin Chen's neat uniform tie and shirt collar, pulling them down forcefully.
"Tsk, it's an eyesore." Ling Yao muttered, and in a few quick movements, he loosened Jin Chen's tightly buttoned collar, and the tie was askew to one side, instantly destroying that rigid demeanor.
Ling Yao was satisfied and let go, but before he could retract his hand, Jin Chen grabbed his wrist.
Ling Yao tried to pull his hand back, but couldn't.
He glared at Jin Chen, the sunlight streaming in from behind him through the window making even the fine hairs on his profile glow, which made his feigned fierce gaze seem utterly intimidating.
"What are you doing!" Ling Yao snapped irritably.
"I just finished class and came to give you a gift," Jin Chen said.
