Chapter 2722: Transmigrated to the Noble Academy as a Special Recruitment Student 03

Ling Yao had a vague impression of these two scholarship students; after all, the elite class only had these two who climbed up from the slums.

One is the poor kid Ailike that Si recently took a liking to; the other……should be this person right here.

He had never properly looked at him before, but now he noticed this person was quite tall, with a decent build; even in ordinary training clothes, one could faintly see the extremely well-trained physique lines.

Ling Yao, who values appearance above all, subconsciously glanced at Jin Chen's brows and eyes hidden by the baseball cap, but could only see a small half of the nose bridge and a lips lacking color, which was boring.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, his tone lax, "I'm asking you a question, who allowed you to talk back?"

Jin Chen slightly raised his head; the shadow under the brim shifted, still unable to see his eyes clearly, only hearing a low, hoarse voice, "He picked it up."

He pointed at Ailike.

Ailike's heart clenched, and he hurriedly explained, "I picked it up on the road, I didn't know……"

Ling Yao didn't let him finish, directly interrupting, staring at Jin Chen, "What does it look like?"

Jin Chen: "A pink plush toy bear, the left ear seems a bit loose."

As his words fell, Ling Yao fiercely slapped Ailike.

Smack!

The ring on Ling Yao's finger joint scraped across Ailike's cheek, leaving a visible red mark, burning with pain.

"Who told you that picking up things here doesn't need to be returned?"

Ling Yao spoke with contempt and disgust, "Are you a rat that crawled out of the sewer?"

Si also furrowed his brows, looking at Ailike with eyes full of anger, "Ailike, you know this is Ah Yao's……you know how important this bear is to him?"

Ailike's cheek red and swollen, full of humiliation he defended, "I don't know, I really didn't know it was Ling Shao's……I just picked it up……"

"Oh," Jin Chen seemed to have just remembered something, adding in his usual flat tone.

"He knows who his master is; I heard him muttering to himself."

Ailike: "……"

Damn, this person is sick!

He glared at Jin Chen, "You're talking nonsense!"

Smack!

Si backhanded another slap onto Ailike's other cheek, the force heavier than Ling Yao's.

"Are you not disgusted, what do you want to do?"

Ailike was hit until his head turned sideways, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his whole person dazed.

Si took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said to Ling Yao, "Ah Yao, this matter is my mismanagement; I will discipline him and give you an explanation."

"I'll have him return the bear to you right away."

Saying that, he glared fiercely at Ailike, grabbed his arm, "Come with me!"

Ailike was half-dragged, half-pulled away by Si, his back a sorry sight.

Ling Yao watched them leave, the ferocity on his face not fading.

He raised his wrist, which bore an elaborate dark-gold permit bracelet, sent a message, ordering the bodyguard to go to the scholarship dormitory and retrieve the plush bear.

A faint light flashed indicating the message had been sent successfully.

Jin Chen suddenly spoke, "The plush bear is with me."

Ling Yao's finger paused on the bracelet, he turned his head to look at him, his handsome brows furrowed, his eyes lightly arrogant as they scanned Jin Chen up and down.

"Brother, are you an idiot? You only spoke after seeing my message, are you messing with me?"

He reached out his hand, tone impatient, "Hurry up and give it to me, just say how many star coins you want."

Jin Chen's gaze from under the brim seemed to fall on Ling Yao's face, his voice low, a tone that inexplicably made Ling Yao's heart tighten.

"You don't remember me, Young Master Ling Yao?"

Ling Yao's tone lax and perfunctory, "Who are you? What are you trying to get close for? What do you want? Just say it, I'm busy."

Jin Chen went on by himself, "You ruined a set of my uniform on the day freshmen reported."

Ling Yao stared blankly, having no recollection at all.

He had broken too many things; who would remember a scholarship student's tattered uniform.

Ling Yao impatiently waved his hand, "I'll compensate you with a hundred sets. Now, the bear, give it to me."

Jin Chen, however, slowly curled his lip, "No,"

"I want you to exchange using the plush bear."

Ling Yao was almost laughing from anger, "You fucking……"

He suspected this person might be mentally abnormal.

Jin Chen, however, stepped forward.

He was half a head taller than Ling Yao; this step closed the distance, bringing an intangible sense of oppression.

Ling Yao subconsciously wanted to retreat, but forced himself to stay in place, lifted his chin, and glared back with a fierce gaze.

Jin Chen slightly lowered his posture, easily leaned close to Ling Yao's ear, a low, magnetic voice only the two could hear, slowly saying, "I too am just trying to survive; I won't do anything to the plush bear."

He paused, his tone carrying an elusive meaning, "After all, if it's broken, someone will feel pain."

Ling Yao's pupils contracted, his eyes sharp, "You……what do you know?!"

Jin Chen was pushed away by him, not angry, leisurely pulled open his backpack with one hand, unzipping the zipper halfway, in front of Ling Yao he reached inside and felt the clump of pink fur that was the bear's head.

Then he raised his head, "Guess."

Ling Yao: "……"

——

Ten minutes later, the classroom door was pushed open again.

First to walk in was Ling Yao, his hair slightly disheveled, a few stray strands unruly hanging over his forehead, adding a touch of wild vigor.

The special-recruit uniform on Jin Chen's body was almost torn apart again, the brim pressed low, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, as if he had tasted something sweet and was savoring it endlessly.

Jin Chen looked ahead at Ling Yao walking in front, his tongue tip pressing against his upper palate, savoring the bright, flashing tongue stud hidden on the young master's soft red tongue tip.

Someone's wife also has this hobby……

Hmm, very spicy.

Ling Yao obviously wasn't in as good a mood as him, and nameless anger burned, making his five viscera and six bowels feel awful.

Damn pervert, daring to threaten him, and even daring to get that close.

The worst part is, he actually dared to touch the plush bear right in front of him!

Ling Yao took a few steps over, stood firmly in front of Ailike's desk, slightly bent over, hands braced on the tabletop, and said, 'For this afternoon's practical combat class, you'll be the goalkeeper.'

Several gazes turned subtle, looking at Ailike with schadenfreude.

This class, in pursuit of realism, usually employs military robots with extremely strong impact resistance as goalkeepers.

If a student were to do it…… it would practically be a human punching bag.

One must endure repeated bombardments of various high-intensity simulated weapons from the attacking side's students; after a lesson, even wearing protective gear, mental and physical strength will be drained to the limit—being completely wrecked is the light outcome, and severe cases may even leave a psychological shadow.

Usually Ailike, relying on the slight favor of the young master Xi Si, often shows off his might.

Now Xi Si has grown angry, and the young master Ling Yao personally steps in to discipline him—who wouldn't want to see this clueless pauper kid meet misfortune?

Ailike's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

Ling Yao slightly shifted his stance, turned his head sideways, glared at Jin Chen, who was trying to take off his torn coat, and curled the corner of his mouth in a nasty arc.

"You go too."

He simply didn't believe that, amidst the chaos of the practical combat class, he could snatch the plush bear back from the hands of that sinister damn pervert.

Or, better yet, let him suffer a serious injury in the simulated combat, go straight into the medical cabin, and then rummaging through the storage locker will be a piece of cake.

Jin Chen casually draped the torn coat over the chair back, picked up the metal steel pen, spun it flexibly between his fingers, then lifted his eyes through the shadow of the brim to look at Ling Yao and said, 'No time.'

Ling Yao: '?'

Xi Si, who had just finished composing himself and was walking back from the side, heard this, exaggeratedly let out an 'oh', sized up Jin Chen from head to toe, and said, 'Kid, you've got guts.'

To dare repeatedly slight Ling Yao's face—this guy is either truly unafraid of death or just missing a screw in his head.

Ling Yao, furious and chuckling, leisurely leaned against the edge of Ailike's desk, drew a dagger from the lining of his uniform, its sheath inlaid with tiny gems.

He idly played with the sheath, 'Oh? What are you planning to do?'

Jin Chen pulled out a book, opened it, and spoke in a gentle tone, 'President Lin Baiyu has asked me to go to the combat training room this afternoon for a practical match with him.'

In the original plot, the student council president Lin Baiyu, who is disciplined to near harshness, happened to notice the original's performance in the gravity training room, felt a pang of cherishing talent, and thus extended a private sparring invitation.

It's a pity, though—this opportunity was again snatched by the opportunistic Ailike through his tricks, becoming a stepping stone for him to further infiltrate the F4 circle.

Xi Si's gaze toward Jin Chen shifted, 'You're the one Baiyu mentioned…… the one with abnormal physical test data, strong personal martial arts, a pauper special recruit?'

Everyone knows exactly how high Lin Baiyu's standards are; the number of people he personally acknowledges as strong can be counted on one's fingers, let alone a special recruit.

This really is…… quite a coincidence, isn't it.

Xi Si leaned close to Ling Yao's ear, lowered his voice, and quickly said a few words.

Ling Yao's fingers, which had been toying with the sheath, stopped, and interest replaced whatever was in his eyes.

"Sure," Ling Yao jumped down from the desk edge, the short dagger flashing a beautiful blade flower at his fingertips, "Then this young master will go watch the excitement."

He actually wanted to see with his own eyes how this low‑tactic damn pervert would be beaten by Baiyu until he knelt and begged for mercy.