Chapter 2726: Transmigrated to the Aristocratic Academy as a Special Recruitment Student 07/8/9

Leaving the training room, Jin Chen leaned against the cold outer wall, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the surging breath inside his body gradually calm down.

This body's foundation wasn't top-notch, even had some hidden ailments; after a few days of conditioning and the high-intensity sparring with Lin Baiyu, his originally unstable physical condition finally stabilized, and he even faintly showed signs of a breakthrough.

Lin Baiyu, he's really a good punching bag, and quite resistant to being beaten.

Lin Baiyu followed him out, his expensive custom combat uniform soaked with sweat, clinging to his muscle contours, and his breathing was a bit quicker than usual.

He walked to the temperature-controlled storage cabinet by the wall and took out two sealed crystal tubes containing deep blue liquid.

This is a high-efficiency replenishment agent specially supplied by the Federal Military; one tube's worth is enough to cover a special recruitment student's stipend for decades.

He handed one to Jin Chen without saying a word.

Jin Chen wasn't polite either; he took it, used a bit of thumb pressure to break the seal, tipped his head back and gulped it down, his Adam's apple rolling with each swallow.

Lin Baiyu stood aside, looking at that section of neck that looked even colder white under the dim corridor light; his gaze paused, and he inexplicably felt his throat a little dry.

He silently finished his own tube, tossed the empty one into the recycle slot, and his tone returned to icy: "From now on, every weekend at this time, come practice with me once."

Jin Chen pinched the empty tube between his fingers, looked up at him upon hearing that, and said, "Your problem isn't technique; it's lack of awareness and on-the-spot adaptability. Practicing more with me won't help you much."

Jin Chen also spouted nonsense, anyway he didn't want to practice anymore.

Lin Baiyu frowned; he didn't like being denied, especially by a lowly special recruitment student.

He lowered his voice, carrying the oppressive aura of a superior.

"As a member of the Knight Team, this is a problem you need to consider and solve; within three days, give me a targeted training plan."

Jin Chen: "……"

Still hoping to freeload? No way.

Ling Gun Gun expressed strong agreement, 【Exactly!!】

Jin Chen tossed the deformed empty tube into the recycle bin, his voice devoid of emotion: "Knowledge requires payment."

Lin Baiyu seemingly didn't expect him to bring up money, and froze for a moment.

He fell silent for two seconds, then named a figure: "Two hundred thousand star coins for a training plan, with no upper limit."

"Deal." Jin Chen agreed straightforwardly.

He turned and walked downstairs.

【"No upper limit" means you can train him to death, writing the plan until he's worn out.】

Ling Gun Gun laughed so hard on his shoulder he nearly fell over, 【Really bold, Comrade Xiao Lin!】

——

After obtaining permission from F4, Knight Team members have the qualification to occasionally reside in the main villa's backyard, in independent buildings.

Jin Chen was assigned to the third floor.

As night deepened, he stood by the window, holding a plush bear in his arms, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the fur.

Ten minutes later, the lights of the main villa went out one by one.

The terrace door of the third-floor master bedroom was pushed open; Jin Chen, wearing that black pajama set, securely held the plush bear in his arms and headed toward the most luxurious villa in the front courtyard.

Top floor of the main villa, Ling Yao's private lounge.

Ling Yao had just finished washing up; warm steam filled the bathroom, he casually wrapped himself in a silk robe, the belt loosely tied, the collar open, revealing a broad expanse of fair chest, with water droplets still dripping from his hair.

Ling Yao leaned lazily against the washbasin, glancing down at the terminal screen, impatiently replying to his father's inquiry, appearing somewhat distracted.

Suddenly, he felt something pinch his left cheek.

The sensation was very slight, with a teasing nuance.

Ling Yao blankly raised his hand to touch his cheek, felt nothing, then quickly realized it was that damned pervert!

Before his anger could rise, a more outrageous sensation came from the soft flesh at his waist, as if several warm fingers pinched there, neither too light nor too heavy, teasingly kneading.

"Uh……"

Ling Yao was caught off guard; his waist went limp, he let out a muffled groan, almost losing his balance, but steadied himself by bracing against the edge of the washbasin.

He instinctively wanted to curl up to escape, but his waist was clearly empty; only that damned, crystal-clear touch remained, as if a hand really lingered there.

This feeling was too weird; he didn't even have a chance to struggle, only able to endure it passively.

Ling Yao hunched over, his breathing a bit hurried, his handsome, defiant features all scrunched together.

He's lived over ten years, and no one has ever dared, nor could anyone, put him in such an embarrassing situation!

Ling Yao grabbed a nearby towel, roughly wiped the water from his hair, opened his contacts, and found the entry he had just saved, labeled "damned pervert."

He gritted his teeth and sent a voice message:

"Jin Chen! If you dare touch that bear again, I'll—damned pervert!"

The message was sent successfully, but there was no reply.

Ling Yao's head swelled with waves of dizziness, from anger and also from being stimulated by that strange resonance.

Just as he was considering whether to directly call the bodyguards to drag the person out, a faint footstep sounded from outside the lounge.

Ling Yao alertly lifted his gaze toward the door that used the same top-secret sealing system as the Federal Headquarters.

The villa's security level is extremely high; without his permission, not even a mosquito could fly in.

Yet the next second, that door, theoretically impossible for a stranger to open, was pushed open.

Jin Chen, one hand gripping the plush bear, walked in openly, and even gently closed the door behind him with his other hand.

Ling Yao: "……"

He momentarily didn't know whether to first be shocked that the door system was useless.

Or whether to be angry that this special recruitment student dared to sneak into his private domain at midnight.

Jin Chen's skin had a cold white pallor, almost blending into the room's dim light; the only splash of color on his whole body seemed to be that pink, somewhat eye‑catching plush bear in his hand.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, drawing a faint arc that inexplicably exuded an eerie, heart‑pounding feeling.

Ling Yao suddenly snapped back to reality, suppressed the strange feeling in his body, and shouted sternly: "Stop! Who let you in? Is this a place you're allowed to be!"

Just this reprimand, with his robe half-open, hair dripping, and a faint physiological blush at the corners of his eyes, it inexplicably seemed somewhat stern yet inwardly timid.

Jin Chen gave a low hum of agreement, but his steps did not stop.

"After all, I'm not obedient enough."

Ling Yao: "?"

He recalled the words he had said when he used the Ink Owl to provoke Jin Chen.

This damn Pervert! He's so petty!

Ling Yao was both angry and annoyed; without thinking, he pulled open the hidden compartment under the washstand, drew a Quantum Gun, pointed its barrel at Jin Chen, and shouted, "Get out, do you hear me!?"

He let out a low growl; due to the motion, the already loose collar of his robe slipped further, threatening to expose half his shoulder.

Jin Chen's gaze swept over his nearly bare chest and the dangerous gun barrel, then he walked straight to the center of the living room and leisurely leaned on the wide arm of the Sofa.

He showed no fear of the lethal weapon; in Ling Yao's presence, he slowly stroked the Plush Bear's back with his slender fingers, carrying some suggestive meaning.

Ling Yao watched as his fingers sank into the soft fur; each stroke affected his spine, the feeling of relief in his waist returning, even more tormenting than before.

His hand holding the gun trembled slightly, almost dropping it.

Ling Yao bit his tongue, "Damn it… let go of it!"

"Has anyone else touched it like this?" Jin Chen asked suddenly in a low voice, his fingers continuing to slide down the Plush Bear's back.

"No…" Ling Yao blurted out, then grew even more angry: "Only you! You've got guts… damn Pervert!"

The aloof wealthy young master had never been so embarrassed before.

Jin Chen's fingertips felt the Plush Bear, and he was very satisfied with that answer.

He stepped forward a few more paces; in Ling Yao's horrified gaze, one hand gripped the bear while the other pried open the cotton‑filled leg joint that should have been meaningless, his fingertip tracing slowly along the inside seam, neither light nor heavy.

Ling Yao's legs went weak, and the Quantum Gun in his hand fell onto the thick Carpet.

And he…

…fell into Jin Chen's embrace.

Jin Chen steadfastly embraced Ling Yao's falling body, lowered his head, and saw that the person in his arms, from neck to earlobe, had flushed a lovely scarlet from the sudden stimulus and shame, even the corners of his eyes glistening with moisture.

Jin Chen's lips brushed Ling Yao's scorching earlobe in an intimate gesture, praising him, "You're actually quite obedient."

Ling Yao was completely dazed, his mind a blank.

He unconsciously buried his heated cheek in Jin Chen's shoulder, resisting the strange sensation, still muttering curses indistinctly.

"Damn Pervert…" his voice was soft and weak, lacking strength.

Jin Chen rubbed his wet hair, then moved his fingertips to Ling Yao's lips, gently pressing his soft lower lip, leaving no room for refusal.

Ling Yao was forced to open his mouth slightly.

Jin Chen looked down with interest, admiring the faint pink bead dotted on his tongue tip within the mouth, which gleamed enticingly in the light.

"How about we devise a new set of rules?"

Jin Chen's voice dropped low, full of allure, "High and mighty Young Master Ling Yao."

—

Ling Yao felt the world spin; by the time he reacted, his back had sunk into the soft Sofa, while Jin Chen's arm lay across his waist, tightly encircling him from the front.

The robe's belt came loose in the struggle, the front hanging open; from certain angles, he looked as if he had deliberately sat down in Jin Chen's embrace.

"You…"

Ling Yao gritted his teeth in anger, braced his arms to break free, his knees jerking upward; Jin Chen's hand tightened slightly, his fingertip tracing a light, firm line.

"Don't move." Jin Chen's voice sounded close to his ear.

That feeling was too strange.

The little strength Ling Yao had mustered for resistance vanished in an instant.

He had just showered, yet now he felt sweat seeping out, his skin taking on a faint redness, making him look rather drenched in sweat.

"…Stop it." Ling Yao clenched his molars, forcing out a compromise from between his teeth: "I agree."

Agree my ass!

He had already cursed Jin Chen over and over in his heart, using every vicious word he knew in this lifetime.

Since his birth, when had he ever suffered such humiliation, being toyed with like this in the palm of someone's hand?

Once he gets the doll back… he will definitely…

His chin was lifted by a cool fingertip, forcing him to tilt his head up to meet calm eyes; Jin Chen's pad brushed his slightly reddened eye corner.

"First," Jin Chen's dark eyes fixed on him, "no praising others in front of me, not anyone."

Ling Yao felt an itch in his ear, instinctively wanting to turn his head away, but he was restrained and unable to move.

He snorted inwardly, this damn Pervert, his possessiveness strong enough to even make him jealous.

Before he could even process that thought, the next command followed close behind.

Jin Chen lightly scratched his chin, "Show me your tongue stud."

Ling Yao glared at him, his beautiful eyes blazing with anger, but the vague threat at his waist kept him from acting out; he could only reluctantly open his mouth.

Jin Chen's fingertip pressed without hesitation, rubbing the tiny bead.

"Mmm…"

A muffled sob escaped Ling Yao's throat; he tried to clamp his teeth shut, but instead bit hard into Jin Chen's finger.

"Give it a try." Jin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, a flickering gloom making Ling Yao's heart clench.

Damn it.

After a two‑second standoff, a surge of wicked fire rose to his head, and Ling Yao really did clamp his teeth shut, biting down with force.

At the instant he bit down, the back of his neck tightened.

Jin Chen's free hand gripped the soft flesh at the back of his neck, as if seizing his vital point.

Ling Yao shuddered, his teeth loosening involuntarily, and he merely glared at Jin Chen fiercely.

"Tomorrow wear a blue tongue stud." Jin Chen released his grip on the back of his neck, but his fingertip still lightly pressed the stud, issuing a new command, and he curled the corner of his lips, "Very pretty."

Under the lights, Ling Yao felt dazed and entranced by his series of actions, his heart racing unbelievably, blood surging beneath his skin.

He turned his head to avoid the gaze, letting out an ambiguous soft hum, "You say it."

Forced to agree to the puzzling condition, Ling Yao's Young Master temper flared.

Even if he can't win the fight, he must not lose his aura.

Still seated in the posture of sitting in Jin Chen's arms, he angrily shifted to the empty spot on the nearby Sofa, breaking free from the embrace that made him flustered.

The foot that had just stepped on the Carpet had picked up some dust; he didn't even look, stepped onto Jin Chen's knee, leaving a faint gray mark.

"It's dirty," Ling Yao lifted his chin, his eyes arrogant, the pride of having turned the tide, "Wipe it clean for me."

Jin Chen lowered his head, looked at him for a few seconds, making Ling Yao feel uneasy, thinking he was about to do something else, but saw Jin Chen really reach out, pick up a clean towel from the side, and grasp his ankle.

Ling Yao watched his lowered brows and eyes; the inexplicable gloom in his heart actually dissipated somewhat, and a childish sense of pleasure welled up.

Look, even if this damned Pervert is formidable, he still has to obey him.

"You like this Young Master." Ling Yao leaned back against the Sofa armrest, arms spread to support his body on both sides, this pose making him look more relaxed.

He stared at Jin Chen, his tone extremely confident, carrying an innate sense of superiority.

"Damn Pervert, you're not worthy."

Jin Chen set down the towel, then suddenly leaned in.

Before Ling Yao could react, the distance had closed to almost forehead-to-forehead.

He saw Jin Chen lightly twitch the corner of his lips, his dark eyes rarely showing a hint of genuine smile.

"That doesn't matter."

Ling Yao: "……?"

What the hell! What kind of answer is that!

Like is like, dislike is dislike!

What does "that doesn't matter" mean!

He was made so agitated, like stepping on empty air, up and down, unable to find footing.

Out of shame and anger, Ling Yao lifted his foot and kicked Jin Chen's shin.

"Get lost!"

Jin Chen took the blow without complaint and rose to his feet.

He smoothed the bathrobe on Ling Yao that was about to slip off, carefully covering the open lapels.

"See you tomorrow," he straightened up, looking at Ling Yao whose facial flush hadn't faded, "Remember to follow the rules."

Ling Yao sat alone on the Sofa, fuming at his disappearing back, and kicked the nearby Cushion again.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 19!】

——

Next day.

Jin Chen arrived punctually, still wearing his usual unnoticeable outfit, hatless, but his whole aura was gloomy, making him even harder to approach than before.

Ling Yao immediately noticed his arrival, his gaze sweeping over, then quickly averting before the other could look back, an inexplicable tension welling up in his heart for no reason.

This damned Pervert... wouldn't he just publicly check whether he'd obeyed today by wearing the blue tongue stud, would he?

Just imagining that scene made his ears feel a bit hot.

Yet in his peripheral vision, Ling Yao saw Jin Chen not heading his way, but walking toward Lin Baiyu beside him.

Ling Yao unconsciously frowned, his gaze following Jin Chen as he stared over.

Lin Baiyu sensed someone approaching, lifted his eyes, his gaze clear and cold, "What's up?"

Jin Chen took a thick stack of papers from his backpack and placed it on the table in front of Lin Baiyu.

"The thing you wanted."

Ling Gun Gun sighed contentedly: 【The money of a chuunibyou teenager is easy to earn.】

Basically, the Host doesn't need to expend any thought; just filter the database, adapt it slightly to this world, and compile several top-tier training plans.

【Host, once we get the money we'll go feast! Improve the meals!】

Lin Baiyu picked up the stack of plans and flipped through casually, but the more he looked, the more focused his expression became, revealing hard-to-conceal surprise.

He raised his head, looked toward Jin Chen, his tone carrying a rare emotional fluctuation.

"Did you write this?"

Jin Chen had his hands in his coat pockets, "No, I picked it up from a cosmic black hole."

Lin Baiyu: "……"

He remained silent for two seconds, unusually not holding the other's attitude against him.

"I forgive your rudeness."

Lin Baiyu lowered his head, continuing to flip through the training details that made his heart surge.

Jin Chen extended his hand, palm open, succinctly, "Give me the money."

The plans listed a full hundred highly targeted training schemes.

Lin Baiyu raised his wrist and tapped Jin Chen's dull, ordinary wristband.

With a soft chime, a huge sum of star coins instantly arrived in the account.

Ling Yao sat nearby, taking it all in, displeased, he pursed his lips and let out a light hum.

What does that mean? For Baiyu it's just a matter of fulfilling any request—have him write the plans, and he writes them, and even writes them so…

He glanced at Lin Baiyu's shining eyes.

……This made Bai Yu satisfied.

When dealing with him, all that's left is to anger him and overstep.

Jin Chen finished collecting the money, turned, and walked toward the back-row seats.

As he walked past Ling Yao, Ling Yao glanced up and glared at him, clearly displeased.

Immediately, Ling Yao saw Jin Chen seemingly casually slip his hand into his coat pocket.

Immediately after, the sensation of fingertips brushing his lips came.

Ling Yao subconsciously pressed his lips together, his ears instantly heating; he lifted his eyes and stared at Jin Chen, "You…"

Jin Chen paused, puzzled, slightly bent forward to look at him, the corner of his mouth hooking up, "What's wrong, Young Master Ling Yao?"

But his hand hidden in his pocket, his fingertips gently rubbed the plush bear.

Ling Yao understood his meaning, checked whether he was "following the rules," and switched to a blue tongue stud.

He gritted his teeth, quickly turned his head, and at an angle only Jin Chen could see, he slightly opened his mouth.

On his tongue tip, a bead, deep blue like a deep‑sea star, glimmered wetly.

A satisfied smile flickered in Jin Chen's eyes; the finger in his pocket gently rubbed the plush bear's head, as if rewarding it.

Ling Yao glared at him, quickly turned his back, and his ears uncontrollably flushed crimson.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Mo Xie, who had just walked into the classroom.

He saw the unusual interaction between Young Master Ling Yao and the special recruit, and Ling Yao even……did not reject it.

Mo Xie clenched his fists unwillingly, his nails digging into his palms.

He had finally, after great effort, paid such a huge price to gain the chance to follow by Young Master Ling Yao's side; he absolutely could not let this special recruitment student who came out of nowhere steal the spotlight.

His hesitation lasted only an instant.

Mo Xiao raised his wrist, turning the platinum bracelet that signified his noble status, and pressed the inconspicuous button.

Compulsory conscription.

This is the most common and irresistible invitation method used against special recruitment students in the Star Crown's game.

Usually, the academy system sends out an extracurricular practice notice, and the initiator invites a high-status student to serve as a notary, typically a member of F4 or the president of a major organization.

Their ruling is the final result, and the teacher system does not intervene.

Jin Chen's bracelet vibrated, he opened the light screen, and a message popped up.

——Welcome to the cruel game: Sensory Labyrinth. Game start countdown: 15 minutes.

The initiator's name was noted at the end of the message.

Jin Chen lifted his gaze and saw Mo Xiao walking into the classroom doorway.

"You're so boring." Jin Chen.

Mo Xiao walked up to him, his face icy, and said, "I will make sure you can never follow behind Young Master Ling Yao again."

Jin Chen ignored his provocation and quickly skimmed the Sensory Labyrinth game description.

They race through a maze filled with holographic traps.

The maze environment changes in real time, projecting hyper‑realistic dangerous scenes that cause participants intense mental shock.

Participants must sign a waiver beforehand, as the mental shock may cause temporary dizziness, memory loss, etc.

In short, it's a contest of mental strength.

After reading the description, Jin Chen looked at the confident Mo Xiao and, unusually kind, advised, "I suggest you change it."

Mo Xiao snorted, his eyes contemptuous, "Special recruitment students have no right to negotiate terms."

Jin Chen withdrew his gaze with a hint of meaning and said, "Quite good."

Mo Xiao no longer looked at him, turned and walked toward Ling Yao's seat, putting on a respectful yet slightly ingratiating smile.

"Young Master Ling Yao, may I have the honor of asking you to serve as the notary for this game?"

Ling Yao propped his chin on one hand, leisurely watching the show; hearing this, his gaze shifted between Jin Chen and Mo Xiao, finally settling on Jin Chen's face as the corners of his lips curled in amusement.

"Sure." He agreed readily, anticipation hidden in his eyes.

He wanted to see how this utter pervert, who constantly surprises everyone, would play this game.

He also looked forward to… seeing Jin Chen lose his senses in those hyper‑realistic holographic traps and reveal a flaw.

Fifteen minutes later.

Mo Xiao used his noble privileges to open a real‑time broadcast channel on the academy's internal network.

Every move he and Jin Chen made in the Sensory Labyrinth would be watched by countless eyes.

In F4's exclusive viewing chamber, the light screen was split into several images.

Ling Yao idly played with his ring, gazing at the screen showing Jin Chen's ready‑to‑enter view.

Lin Baiyu sat beside him; Xisi watched the screen showing the composed Jin Chen and said, "I think Jin Chen will win—he looks… very strong."

Ling Yao heard this, the curve of his lips deepening, "If he even loses this, I'll mock him for a long time."