Chapter 2747 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (31)

Lin Baiyu stood at the door, wearing a long, dark gray trench coat over his uniform.

His face was expressionless, his cold gaze sweeping over the chaos in the room before finally settling on Director McKee, where he nodded slightly. "Director McKee."

Director McKee looked at Lin Baiyu, who had suddenly appeared, and then subconsciously glanced at Jin Chen, who was standing calmly to the side. The meaning in his eyes was very clear:

Good job, kid! You called in reinforcements pretty quickly! Very efficient!

Jin Chen looked back at him expressionlessly.

not at all.

He wanted to call his wife over.

Director McKee tried to explain, "Student Lin, the thing is..."

"I have a general understanding of the situation." Lin Baiyu's cold gaze swept over the disheveled Eric, and that look made Eric feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

“You can handle this person at your own pace,” he said to Director McKee. “We still have business with Jin Chen; after all, he is still a member of the Knights and has some duties to fulfill.”

Eric looked up abruptly and said urgently, "I'm also a member of the Knights! I'm looking for Master Sith..."

“You are not anymore.” Lin Baiyu’s voice was flat. “If even one member vetoes, the qualification will be revoked immediately. I will explain the situation to Sith.”

Eric's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Jin Chen walked out of the interrogation room.

A breeze blew through the corridor, fluttering the hem of the shirt and outlining the waistline, the corners of the garment billowing in a curve.

Having just resolved a potential problem, Jin Chen was in a good mood.

Lin Baiyu followed half a step behind him, his gaze fixed on Jin Chen's shirt billowing in the wind, his eyes even somewhat...burning.

But he quickly lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions in them.

"Where is Ling Yao?" Jin Chen asked.

"He was called back to the family by Uncle Ling this morning; it was something important."

Lin Baiyu replied, slowing down a few steps to maintain a subtle distance from Jin Chen, "I'm going to the military headquarters later, do you want to come with me?"

Without a second thought, Jin Chen shook his head decisively.

I don't want to do anything extra, so I plan to go to the bad-tempered young master's room to catch up on some sleep.

"Don't go."

Lin Baiyu's fingertips tucked slightly into his sleeve.

He paused for a few seconds before speaking again, "Jin Chen, if you... plan to stay with A Yao for the long term, you'll at least need a military rank or a position with real power as a safety net."

“The Ling family has a very high threshold; without the corresponding status, you will find it very difficult to move forward.”

Upon hearing this, Jin Chen actually tilted his head and thought about it for a moment.

"Are there any clerical positions?" he asked.

Lin Baiyu breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, and the corners of his cold, hard lips curved into an almost invisible arc. "Yes, your mental strength far exceeds that of ordinary people. Many clerical positions that have special requirements for mental strength are suitable for you."

"You can come with me to see the surroundings today."

Jin Chen raised her eyelashes, her gaze lazily falling on Lin Baiyu's face, lingering for two seconds as if scrutinizing him.

Then, he casually looked away, put his hands in his pockets, and continued walking forward, saying, "Let's go."

[Zero Egg, locate Ling Yao's address.]

【Okay~】

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Sith sat cross-legged on the carpet, with several sheets of sheet music covered in messy notes spread out in front of him, and light-sensitive pens scattered around him.

He was chewing on a strawberry-flavored nutrition bar, his brows slightly furrowed.

On the screen, Lin Baiyu sent a text message.

Leng Leng Xiaobai: Eric colluded with the new doctor to attack Jin Chen outside the school. This has been dealt with, and he has been expelled from the Knights Order. Do not pay any further attention to him.

Sith raised an eyebrow, swiped his finger across the screen, and sent Lin Baiyu a nodding OK expression.

Eric can just be expelled; he's lost interest in that guy long ago anyway.

Sith continued to immerse himself in the world of music, occasionally picking up a pen to quickly add a few strokes to the score.

After pondering for a few more minutes, a melody entered his mind. Sis's eyes lit up, and he jumped up, shouting to Shi Heng, who was sitting quietly reading a book on the single sofa next to him.

"Heng, I'll go up and write down the score!"

After saying that, without waiting for Shi Heng's response, she rushed up the stairs in her slippers, her golden, shoulder-length hair swaying behind her head.

Shi Heng looked up from the book and watched Sith's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs. He smiled helplessly and prepared to close the book and follow him to see what was happening, just as the smart home assistant issued a notification.

"Visitor Eric has requested entry, status shows...abnormal."

Having been stripped of his knighthood, Eric could no longer freely enter and leave the villa.

Shi Heng paused, his slender fingers gently stroking the pages of the book before he opened the access control system's visual interface.

On the screen, Eric stood outside the villa gate with disheveled hair, unidentified stains on his uniform, and a slightly swollen face. His eyes were filled with resentment, bitterness, and a desperate look, a far cry from his usual aloof and ambitious demeanor.

Shi Heng instructed the butler, "Let him in and wait in the living room. There's no need to inform Sith."

"Instruction executed".

Eric walked unsteadily into the living room, surprised to find only Shi Heng there. He paused for a moment, then forced a composed expression to suppress the distorted look on his face.

Shi Heng put down his book, picked up the coffee from the small table next to him, took a small sip, and looked at Eric in a gentle tone, "Are you injured?"

Eric opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

But Shi Heng didn't give him a chance, and continued in that gentle tone, "I heard that you had a conflict with Jin Chen. You shouldn't come here anymore, so as not to make A Yao and Bai Yu happy."

Eric "..."

Shi Heng's perpetually calm and composed demeanor, as if he had everything under control, pierced his now sensitive and fragile nerves like a needle.

He gritted his teeth. "I want to see Sith. He likes me. He won't just agree to let Lin Baiyu kick me out like that! I want to ask him myself!"

Shi Heng paused for a moment, his hand holding the coffee cup still.

He narrowed his smiling eyes slightly, his tone rising gently, "Hmm?"

It was just a simple syllable, but the air in the living room seemed to grow colder.

Eric felt a chill creep up his spine for no apparent reason. In that instant, he felt that Shi Heng, who was always gentle and tolerant, was even oppressive.

Eric steeled himself and repeated, emphasizing his words, "I said, I want to see Sith!"

“He’s busy.” Shi Heng put down his coffee cup.

He raised his eyes, a flawless smile on his face, and looked at Eric, saying each word clearly, "Of all the Sith's exes who were just for a short time as entertainment and decorative objects, you are... the least presentable one."

"you……!"

Eric clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

Humiliation and anger burned through his reason. In a flash, a thought flashed through his mind, like grasping at the last straw, accompanied by a malicious shriek of desperation.

"You're playing me! Shi Heng! Don't think I don't know! You're just harboring those filthy thoughts about the Sith!"

"Tell me, if Sith knew that his good brother had such thoughts about him, what would he think? Ha! He would definitely think you're hypocritical and disgusting..."

Eric's words came to an abrupt end before he could finish.

Shi Heng suddenly reached out and knocked the valuable vase on the small table to the ground.

The vase rolled down, scattering shards of porcelain and making a jarring sound.

Shi Heng slowly picked up the towel on the table and wiped his hands.

Eric didn't understand what Shi Heng meant.

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs, accompanied by Sith's slightly disgruntled shouts.

"What's that noise? Heng, what are you doing...?"

Sith stood halfway up the stairs, his gaze falling on Shi Heng before turning to Eric. "What are you doing here, and in such a disheveled state?"

He jumped down the stairs in a few steps, walked to Shi Heng's side, and looked at the vase and water stains on the ground. "What happened? Who put this on the vase?"

Eric's heart leaped into his throat, thinking that Shi Heng would seize the opportunity to frame him for the crime.

Shi Heng raised his eyes and gave Sith a good-natured smile, "I did it."