Chapter 2725: Transmigrated to the Aristocratic Academy as a Special Recruit 06

Welcome.

Xisi walked over from the open side bar, wearing his usual smile.

He sat beside Lin Baiyu and Ling Yao, his gaze sweeping over the three standing people, his tone light yet oppressive.

"The Knight Squad's term is two months; during this period, remember to follow the game rules, otherwise..."

Ling Yao timely took over the conversation, propping his chin with one hand, swaying his wine glass with the other, smiling at them, especially Jin Chen, dragging out the ending.

"Otherwise you'll be doomed."

Ling Yao glanced again at Jin Chen's hat, the more he looked the more displeasing it became; he set down his glass, stood up, took a few steps to Jin Chen, unreasonably snatched the hat off his head and tossed it onto the board.

"You," Ling Yao lifted his chin to stare at Jin Chen, his eyes arrogant, "add one more rule: from now on you may not wear ugly clothes or ugly accessories."

Ling Yao scrutinized Jin Chen's coat, which had no discernible style.

Jin Chen raised his eyes, looking at him, causing Ling Yao's heart to inexplicably jump.

Ling Yao quickly said, "The first rule of the Knight Squad: you must unconditionally obey my orders."

Jin Chen met his gaze for two seconds, the corner of his mouth slightly turning up, "Can."

Mo Xiao beside them watched Ling Yao's special attention to Jin Chen, unable to hold back.

He stepped forward, piling on an eager smile, recommending to Ling Yao, "Young Master Ling Yao, I have always admired you; being able to become your knight is my greatest honor; I will..."

Ling Yao happened to find Jin Chen's unmoving attitude boring; seeing Mo Xiao approach, he pointed at Mo Xiao toward Jin Chen, lifting his chin, his eyes clearly provocative.

"See? He's far more obedient than you."

Jin Chen then slowly turned toward Mo Xiao, tilting his head ever so slightly, then turned his gaze back, not responding to Ling Yao's remark.

Okay, can do.

So stubborn.

They have to be repaid tonight.

Over there, Eric had his attention almost entirely on Xisi from the moment he entered.

He seized the last chance, speaking humbly and anxiously to Xisi, explaining something, his posture extremely low, full of flattery and fear, just short of kneeling on the spot to pledge loyalty.

Only Lin Baiyu sat alone at the other end of the sofa, with no one beside him and not caring.

Yet his gaze would occasionally fall on Jin Chen's back, his mind still replaying Jin Chen's words from that day in the training room.

Lin Baiyu picked up his glass, took a sip, then grabbed the decanter and poured himself another large glass of red wine.

Ling Yao also seemed to find new amusement in Mo Xiao's overly fawning attitude.

He glanced at Jin Chen, deliberately picking up the cup still half-full, and in front of Jin Chen tilted his wrist, spilling all the crimson wine onto the floor.

Ling Yao shoved the empty cup into Jin Chen's hands without hesitation, ordering, "Pour another."

Ling Yao reclined back onto the sofa, leisurely.

Jin Chen turned with the cup toward the beverage station in the corner of the living room, skillfully opened a bottle of the same brand of red wine Ling Yao had just drunk, and poured an appropriate amount.

Jin Chen walked back, just reaching out to hand the wine glass to Ling Yao, when Ling Yao suddenly raised his hand to block, intending to splash the wine onto Jin Chen's uniform.

However Jin Chen seemed to have anticipated it, nimbly dodging Ling Yao's block.

Instead, Ling Yao himself used too much force, the back of his hand striking the rim of the cup.

Crash—

The large glass of red wine poured out completely, splashing onto Ling Yao's shirt collar and front.

The dark blue silk shirt was instantly stained with large patches of dark red, the sticky wine trailing down along the collarbone line.

"Oh..." Xisi watched interestedly, not sparing a glance for Eric.

"Jin Chen!"

Ling Yao shoved Jin Chen's shoulder hard, full of incredulous anger, "You actually dared to dodge!"

Jin Chen looked at the skin of Ling Yao's collarbone stained with wine.

Because Ling Yao had risen while seated, this angle allowed Jin Chen to clearly see the faint glimmer of the pink bead tongue stud when Ling Yao spoke angrily.

Jin Chen's eyes darkened for an instant; he raised his hand, his distinct knuckles gently lifting Ling Yao's chin, forcing him to tilt his head back.

Ling Yao was stunned for a moment, then frowned even more angrily, glaring, mouth half-open.

"What are you doing!"

Jin Chen's voice unexpectedly softened, becoming a soothing low tone.

"It's dirty; let me clean you."

The sticky sensation on his neck and collarbone indeed made the slightly cleanliness-obsessed Ling Yao unable to endure.

His struggling motion stalled, extremely impatient, he urged harshly, "Hurry up!"

Jin Chen took out a clean handkerchief, slowly wiping the wine from Ling Yao's neck and collarbone, his fingertips occasionally touching the warm skin through the thin cloth.

He stood there, looking down at Ling Yao from above.

Ling Yao was forced to keep his head raised, seeing Jin Chen's lowered eyelashes, the submissive posture and Jin Chen's strange aura causing an inexplicable flutter in his heart.

He barely endured it, but the tip of his red-soled leather shoes kicked Jin Chen's sports shoes in frustration.

Ling Yao glanced askance at Jin Chen with the corner of his eye, threatening, "If you dare dodge again, I'll shove the wine bottle into your mouth!"

Jin Chen seemed unaware of the force on his foot, gave a faint laugh, as a response.

He wiped away the last trace of wine, the handkerchief now scented with red wine casually placed on the coffee table.

Ling Yao leaned back into the sofa, increasing the distance between himself and Jin Chen.

Ling Yao raised his hand to touch the neck skin he had just wiped, feeling a lingering foreign sensation, his heart inexplicably quickened a few beats, making him somewhat irritable.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +4, total 9!】

Observing Lin Baiyu set down his glass and stood up.

He looked at Jin Chen, his tone consistently cold, "Jin Chen, let's have another match."

Ling Yao was feeling annoyed and vexed; upon hearing that, he glanced toward Lin Baiyu, pursed his lips, and said, "Baiyu, I haven't finished teaching him a lesson yet—switch to someone else."

Lin Baiyu's gaze swept over Mo Xiao and Ailike, stating a fact: "These two won't last half a minute in my hands."

Mo Xiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something to show off, but thinking of Lin Baiyu's terrifying fighting ability and cold, hard demeanor, he immediately swallowed his words.

He didn't want to be picked by the president as a punching bag, and he also hoped that this eyesore special recruit who had caught Young Master Ling's attention would leave as soon as possible.

Ling Yao glanced at Jin Chen, thinking, "This damn pervert just..."

He will definitely choose to stay and continue serving.

He lifted his chin at Jin Chen in a condescending, offhand manner, "You decide for yourself."

Jin Chen turned around directly, facing Lin Baiyu, "Let's go."

Ling Yao: "?"

He watched Jin Chen and Lin Baiyu's backs as they walked toward the second-floor fighting room, suddenly feeling an inexplicable, groundless irritation.

It's as if...

The toy he had set his sights on, which he thought would stay firmly in his palm, was easily drawn away by someone else's attention.

Damn it, when has he ever suffered this kind of anger?

Ling Yao grew more and more dissatisfied the more he thought about it.

Mo Xiao, seeing the situation, seized the opportunity, sidled up to Ling Yao, "Young Master Ling, don't be angry, I can also serve you, I..."

Ling Yao was quite annoyed, glanced at him, and rudely interrupted, "Are you standing there so I have to look up at you?"

Mo Xiao: "..."

Isn't this just where Jin Chen was standing a moment ago!

His face turned pale, he immediately reacted, dropping to one knee on the carpet beside the sofa, raising his head in a humble posture.

Ling Yao looked at him like that and found it even more boring.

"Stick out your hand."

Mo Xiao obediently complied.

Ling Yao picked up the red wine glass on the nearby table and poured it all into Mo Xiao's palm.

The wine dripped between his fingers, staining the expensive carpet red.

The cold wine made Mo Xiao shiver slightly, but he dared not pull his hand back.

"Boring."

Ling Yao tossed those two words aside, stood up, smashed the wine glass beside Mo Xiao's foot, and left the living room without looking back.