Chapter 2748 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (32)

A housekeeping robot glides over to clean the carpet.

Shi Heng even considerately made way for him.

Sith was even more puzzled. "Why would you smash a vase for no reason? Did he make you angry?"

He knew Shi Heng well; this man would carefully smooth out even a folded corner of a book page, so why would he throw things for no reason?

Shi Heng raised his hand and rubbed his temples. "It's nothing, it's just that he was talking a lot of nonsense just now, which gave me a headache, and I couldn't control myself."

When Sith heard this, he was alarmed.

In his heart, Shi Heng was simply the epitome of gentleness, rationality, and tolerance; she was the Heng Mommy who could handle all troubles!

How could someone actually make the good-tempered Shi Heng so angry that he threw things! What outrageous things did Eric say!

He turned and glared at Eric, "You fucking..."

Seeing the situation was turning bad, Eric quickly stepped forward and tried to grab Sith's hand, urgently explaining, "Sith, listen to me! I know you must have heard about my fight with Jin Chen!"

"But it's not what you think. I didn't mean to do anything to Jinchen! He provoked me first! Don't be angry, let's go on a date tomorrow, okay? I promise..."

"Alright! You talk too much nonsense!"

Sith pulled his hand back as if he had touched something dirty. "I'm not interested in you anymore. Can't you understand human language? Get lost right now!"

He didn't bother to look at Eric again, took out an anonymous star card, casually tossed it at Eric, and ordered the smart butler waiting at the door, "Don't let him in again!"

Two bodyguards appeared and dragged the man out without any hesitation.

Sith stood there, somewhat irritated. He scratched his head with his pen, causing a strand of his half-tied golden hair to slip down and fall across his forehead.

He quietly raised his eyes and looked at Shi Heng, who had sat back down on the sofa. His gaze was somewhat complicated, with a hint of awkwardness as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

I actually vaguely heard Eric roaring on the stairs just now.

Those words were swirling in his mind. What should he do now? Pretend he didn't hear them?

But... does Shi Heng really... have feelings for himself...?

Sis was in a state of utter confusion, but Shi Heng seemed completely oblivious. He gently blew on the steam rising from his coffee cup, looked up at him, and suddenly teased, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You've broken up with your boyfriend and you're heartbroken?"

"What are you talking about? How could that be?"

Sith waved the electronic pen in his hand, pretending to be calm as he muttered, "There are so many beauties on the main planet, and even more in other star systems. She's just a special admission student. What's there for me to be sad about?"

Shi Heng nodded thoughtfully, put down his coffee cup, and said naturally, "That's good. Perfect. If I encounter any problems like this in the future, I can ask you for advice."

"Huh?" Sis was taken aback, not quite understanding, and sat down on the sofa next to Shi Heng. "What kind of advice?"

Shi Heng turned to face him, a gentle smile on his face. "We have two more years until graduation. After graduation, we may have to face arranged relationships or marriages by our families."

"You are much more experienced than me in this regard, so you'll have to help me make the right choice."

Sith froze, his eyes widening slightly, unable to process the meaning behind Shi Heng's words for a moment.

A marriage alliance, Shi Heng?

With the daughter of a political figure, or the young master of a noble family.

Just imagining that scene, of Shi Heng holding a stranger's hand and giving that gentle, tolerant smile to someone, is unbearable.

A strange, aching, and extremely uncomfortable dull pain welled up in Sith's chest.

This feeling was completely different from the joy I felt for my friend when I first learned that A Yao had fallen for Jin Chen. Back then, I was genuinely happy for my friend and would even offer advice, though it usually didn't really help.

Later, he realized that Bai Yu was also paying attention to Jin Chen, and he was a little worried, not knowing which side to lean towards.

But when it came to Shi Heng, how come...

Before Sith could sort out his chaotic thoughts, he felt Shi Heng touch the crooked little bun at the back of his head.

Shi Heng moved gently, untying the poor hair tie and patiently smoothing his half-long golden hair, then retiing it into a neat half-bun.

Fingers run through the hair, the touch is gentle.

At this time of day, Sis would usually shake his head with enjoyment, then lean back and rest his head on Shi Heng's lap, calling out "Mommy Heng" with a grin.

But now, he was stiff all over and dared not move.

Shi Heng helped him tie his hair up, then casually rubbed the top of his head before standing up.

Sith almost instinctively reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Shi Heng stopped and turned around. "What's wrong?"

Sith's lips moved, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

He looked at Shi Hengjun's handsome and gentle face, at those eyes that were always full of smiles, and his heart was filled with complicated emotions that were stuck in his chest.

Perhaps it was because Sith had been silent for too long, and the struggle and confusion in his eyes were too obvious, that Shi Heng sighed softly, cupped his face, and gently stroked it with the pad of his thumb.

It was as if she had already read the answer she wanted from his flustered reaction.

"I'm asking you a question." Shi Heng's voice softened.

Sith couldn't say anything in the end and could only awkwardly change the subject.

"No...nothing, it's just that Bai Yu went to the military headquarters on business, and A Yao went home for a meeting, but we still haven't heard from him?"

As soon as he said this, Sith paused for a moment, then his expression changed slightly, and he looked up at Shi Heng.

Shi Heng's smile faded slightly, and their eyes met. "Yeah, didn't A Yao say he would definitely be back by noon?"

Although Ling Yao sometimes has a bit of a temper, he never goes back on his promises.

Shi Heng immediately opened his personal terminal, and the screen lit up.

At the same time, a notification sound popped up in their private encrypted communication group.

"I'll contact my sister right now!" Sith suddenly stood up.

-

The starship bound for the military headquarters sailed smoothly along the route.

The previous starship out-of-control incident did not leave Lin Baiyu with any psychological trauma.

In the passenger seat, Jin Chen leaned back, closed his eyes to rest, and looked even calmer than the driver. He was rubbing his fingertips against the ring on his finger, which Ling Yao had gotten from an auction and insisted on putting on him, saying it was a symbol of a personal knight.

Lin Baiyu switched the starship to autopilot mode, glanced at the people beside him, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he began with an extremely awkward opening line.

"The military has many types of civilian positions. Do you have a particular position you'd like to hold?"

Jin Chen slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils appearing deep in the soft light inside the cabin.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently turning the ring. The ruby ​​was slightly cool, and it came from the same planet as the one that adorned Ling Yao's waist.

Can you just say what you want to say?

"I'm in a hurry."

They clearly went to the military headquarters together, so how can Jin Chen be in such a hurry?

In an instant, Lin Baiyu understood the unspoken meaning in his words.

Lin Baiyu remained silent for a few seconds, then turned to face Jin Chen, his gaze meeting Jin Chen's directly.

"I like you."

Jin Chen: "You are Ling Yao's friend."

“If I weren’t,” Lin Baiyu replied, his gray eyes seeming to be filled with scorching embers, surging with a long-suppressed, almost uncontrollable obsession and fervor.

He gazed intently at Jin Chen, "Then I would never wait until now, nor would I hesitate or be indecisive."

Given Lin Baiyu's personality, if he sets his sights on something, he will always take action to snatch it, just like he does with fighting and military power.

Jin Chen glanced out the window; it wasn't time yet.

He was distant and indifferent, tilting his head slightly. "I'm curious, what answer do you want from me?"

Lin Baiyu's breathing quickened slightly, but he was not discouraged. He laid out his advantages one by one, like displaying chips.

The Lin family's deep roots in the military, the powerful position they are about to obtain, and the resources and connections they can leverage can provide them with protection and room for development...

These are conditions that would tempt any ambitious man.