Chapter 2728: Transmigrated into the Noble Academy as a Special Recruit 11/12

Jin Chen advanced all the way with unstoppable momentum, approaching the final exit.

All the howling sounds, energy interference, and extreme environment simulations vanished, leaving the passage quiet.

Jin Chen was only ten steps from the light gate when the space ahead suddenly distorted, and two huge shadows appeared.

They were two monsters completely unlike any star beast encountered before.

They had a roughly humanoid upright torso, their bodies covered in heavy carapace, with vicious bone spikes sprouting at the joints.

Their heads lacked discernible features, possessing only mouthparts that emitted a constant high-pitched screech.

This screech even made all viewers feel headaches and nausea.

: Damn! What the hell is this?

: So scary! My mental shield is about to shatter just from the screen!

: When did the academy system have this kind of monster?!

Ling Yao frowned, looking at Lin Baiyu, "Baiyu?"

Lin Baiyu's expression turned grave as he opened the public voice channel of the livestream room; his voice broadcast throughout the livestream and reached Jin Chen and Mo Xiao inside the labyrinth.

"The Ate Silver-armored Beast—according to federal records, its danger rating is S‑rank, a top‑tier star‑beast variant."

His tone was unprecedentedly grave: "Up to now, every military research institute has failed to find this star beast's fatal weakness; all encounter records end in heavy casualties."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall was startled.

Ling Yao's heart sank; he tossed aside his cup: "If even the federal military can't find its weakness, why does it appear in the academy's game system?"

Xisi also wiped the smirk from his face, pointing at the ceiling with an inscrutable meaning: "After all, the system isn't wholly under our control—there's still… above?"

"I'd bet Jin Chen's abnormal performance has been noticed."

Inside the labyrinth passage, Jin Chen heard Lin Baiyu's explanation, twirling his dagger nimbly at his fingertips before tilting his head.

【Host! They're trying to freeload off your combat experience!】 Ling Gun Gun popped up.

Jin Chen: 【You're right—no freeloading.】

Fortunately, this is a holographic labyrinth, entirely controlled by mental power.

The Ate Silver-armored Beast was about to attack; Jin Chen stepped forward two paces, and suddenly a gray‑white mist surged outward from him.

The livestream image turned hazy; only vague silhouettes of the clash within the mist could be seen, with no clear view of the actual fighting.

Every viewer's heart rose to their throats; they held their breath, waiting for the mist to clear and reveal the outcome.

Nearly five minutes later, the mist in the passage dissipated.

Boom—!!

The entire passage, together with the light gate at its end, collapsed utterly amid violent energy fluctuations.

The game was forcibly ended.

Because the game's venue no longer existed.

This was the first time, since Asgard Academy introduced the game system, that a game scene had been completely destroyed from within by its participants.

Jin Chen walked out of the ruins.

In the adjacent passage, forced to halt by the game's abrupt end, Mo Xiao knelt on the ground, plunged into a brief sensory disorientation, his score frozen at 45%.

"Damn……" Xisi was so startled that the chocolate in his hand fell to the floor, his mouth hanging open, unable to close it for a long while.

Lin Baiyu's gaze was no longer shocked but verged on frenzied inquiry.

Ling Yao finally released the bitten tongue stud, feeling his heart pound heavily and rapidly against his eardrums.

He stared at the figure strolling out of the wreckage, let out a low chuckle, rose to his feet, and exercised his notary authority,

"Game over—victor, Jin Chen."

This livestream, which left everyone stunned, now concludes.

Jin Chen thereby leapt onto the academy's points ranking.

Before this, no special‑recruit student had ever managed to enter that list.

Mo Xiao was helped to his feet by the medical team; the aftereffects of his sensory loss left him with a splitting headache, and hearing bystanders gossip about Jin Chen's ranking filled him with resentment and shame, making his whole body tremble as he hoarsely shouted, "He… he destroyed the school system—he ought to be punished!"

Ling Yao was watching Jin Chen approach when he said, "Put it on my tab."

Mo Xiao: "……"

His qi and blood surged upward, his vision went black, and he fainted on the spot.

Jin Chen took off his tactical gloves; when he was still a few steps from Ling Yao, his body swayed and he suddenly lurched forward.

Ling Yao caught his collapsing frame, startled, and said, "Hey?"

Ling Yao furrowed his brows, bearing most of his weight.

But he didn't look like someone who'd be too weak to stand.

Jin Chen's head drooped, his forehead resting against Ling Yao's neck, and he murmured, "I'm a bit tired; let me rest a moment."

Ling Yao clicked his tongue impatiently: "What a hassle."

Though he said that, his hand on Jin Chen's back didn't loosen; he adjusted his grip so Jin Chen could lean more securely.

"You haven't lost your senses?" Ling Yao suddenly asked.

He had no desire to ask how Jin Chen had slain the Ate Silver-armored Beast; his attention inexplicably drifted.

"Yeah." Jin Chen gave a soft laugh, brushing his nose against Ling Yao's carotid artery, and whispered, "Right now you look like a fresh‑baked cake to me."

Ling Yao: "……"

His ears burned red, and he felt the urge to toss this over‑familiar guy straight out.

"Shut up—you get five minutes to lean on me, then snap back to normal!"

Lin Baiyu approached, his gaze falling on the seemingly weak Jin Chen, and said, "He might need medical aid."

Jin Chen said nothing; the hand hanging at his side twitched, hooking a finger into Ling Yao's waist.

Ling Yao unexpectedly... managed to weirdly understand this guy's meaning.

"No need." Ling Yao cleared his throat and said to Lin Baiyu, "Baiyu, go attend to your own business first."

Lin Baiyu's gaze swept back and forth between the two, his eyes burning as he looked at Jin Chen, "I haven't asked him yet about the combat technique just now."

Jin Chen finally lifted his eyelids lazily, "No technique, I just hit whatever I catch."

Lin Baiyu: "..."

Forget it, maybe Jin Chen really does need to rest.

"Let's talk when you have time." He gave Jin Chen a deep look, then turned and left.

The surrounding medical team also dispersed, leaving only them standing at the edge of the somewhat open field.

Ling Yao supported the heavy body in his arms, feeling the temperature of the skin on his neck, brushed by the breath, growing ever warmer.

He somewhat uncomfortably tilted his head, but ultimately did not push the person away.

Five minutes...

Ling Yao stared at the jumping second hand on his wristband for five minutes, which felt a bit too long.

——

Just as the five-minute limit arrived, Jin Chen withdrew his hand, stepped back, and straightened his body.

The weak posture he had been leaning in vanished without a trace; he stood ramrod straight, showing no sign of fatigue whatsoever.

Ling Yao only felt the warmth in the crook of his neck suddenly withdraw, cool air filling the gap, leaving him inexplicably somewhat unaccustomed.

Before he could adjust his somewhat tumultuous emotions, he saw Jin Chen raise a hand, the pad of his finger brushing over his lip corner.

Ling Yao's heart jumped, and he slapped away his hand.

That brief five minutes just now caused a strange, uncontrollable sensation to arise in his heart, a tingling numbness.

Ling Yao urgently needed to do or say something to break this loss of control and regain the initiative.

"It was just an accident." Ling Yao forcefully shoved Jin Chen's shoulder, his tone arrogant, "I told you not to harbor designs on this young master; you're not worthy!"

He resolved not to show even a hint of fear, so his words became increasingly unrestrained, as if that could muffle the frantic beating of the rebellious heart in his chest.

"Don't think that winning this round gives you license to entertain those thoughts; you're just a... a damn pervert who stole my stuffed bear."

Feeling that wasn't enough, Ling Yao hurriedly added a threat, "Besides, you're not allowed to come looking for me tonight, or else... or else I'll definitely have someone throw you in jail, hear me!"

Jin Chen's smile gradually faded as he gazed at the face before him, beautiful to the point of being almost aggressively striking.

This young master's temper has more than just a few flaws.

Jin Chen replied in a faint tone with a single word, "Good."

That blunt, decisive response made Ling Yao's full burst of momentum feel like it had hit cotton, leaving him momentarily unsure how to react.

After responding, Jin Chen raised his hand again and pressed meaningfully, neither lightly nor heavily, against Ling Yao's lower lip.

He then withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

Ling Yao instinctively bit his lower lip where Jin Chen's fingertip had just pressed, as if still feeling the rough texture of the fingertip; besides the offense-induced anger, his heart also mingled with a strange sensation.

He actually... just left like that, and agreed so readily.

Ling Yao thought, somewhat incredulously, that Jin Chen today was perhaps too easy to talk to.

——

Late at night.

Ling Yao locked every door from the living room to the bedroom heavily, checking repeatedly several times, even inspecting the windows to ensure not even a mosquito could fly in.

He even mobilized the defense module of the security system, setting it to the highest alert level.

After doing all that, Ling Yao leaned against the cold door panel and exhaled.

Time ticked by, the numbers jumping past midnight, one o'clock, two o'clock...

The harassment did not appear.

Ling Yao's nerves gradually relaxed, and he felt relieved.

But damn it, there was also a hint of a sense of loss that he himself was unwilling to admit.

"Damn."

Ling Yao muttered a curse under his breath, stopped thinking about random things, lifted the velvet blanket and lay down, burying his head in the fluffy pillow.

See, as expected, he had overthought it.

That Jin Chen, though he talks tough, ultimately still doesn't dare to truly defy his orders.

No matter how special he may be, he's still quite easy to handle.

Ling Yao closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Easy to handle my ass.

Ling Yao's fingers gripping the blanket gradually tightened, his eyelids trembling slightly.

The strange feeling of being touched here and there returned.

It was as if someone, with a fingertip through his thin sleepwear, lightly poked the spot on his waist and abdomen that he was most ticklish about.

At times it felt like a warm palm slowly, deliberately stroking his spine, full of teasing intent.

Ling Yao kept his eyes tightly shut, yet his mind unwelcomely conjured the image of Jin Chen in the maze corridor, wearing those black tactical gloves, gripping a dagger in combat.

Those hands, strong, powerful, full of strength.

Unbearable.

In the bedroom, Ling Yao turned over on the big bed, shifting from lying on his side to lying flat, the corners of his eyes reddening, making him look somewhat dazed.

The fingers resting on the edge of the bed twitched hesitantly, then, in a fit of self-abandonment, drew back under the blanket.

"Damn it..."

Ling Yao gritted his teeth, squeezing that name out from between his teeth,

Damn Jin Chen.

But the person far away in the special recruitment dormitory seemed to know what he was doing.

A detached cottage, inside the special recruitment dormitory.

Jin Chen wasn't asleep, leaning against the sofa with only a dim yellow wall lamp on, his fingertip pressed on the plush bear as if just right to block something.

He seemed to be waiting, not impatient, even somewhat leisurely.

After a while, the personal terminal screen on the coffee table lit up.

Jin Chen's free hand reached out, fingertip tapping.

The virtual light screen projected, showing Ling Yao's bedroom—an odd angle—only his shoulders, neck, and a small half of his face buried deep in the pillow were visible.

He stared at the screen, the corners of his eyes crimson, his lips bitten until they glistened with moisture, full of angry embarrassment yet soft and powerless.

Damn pervert… don't touch the plush bear again! I order you!

But as he spoke the command, his vision slightly hazy, misty with moisture, upon seeing Jin Chen lounging on the sofa in the virtual screen, his mouth went dry and his throat parched even more noticeably.

Jin Chen appreciated Ling Yao's appearance on the screen—indulgent yet forcing pride—teasing with a low voice.

Don't let me fantasize about you, arrogant young master…

Jin Chen scanned Ling Yao on the screen, word by word, interrogatively: 'What are you doing now, and who are you thinking about?'

In the dark-colored sofa, Jin Chen sat casually, his slim waist and long legs fully revealed under the dim yellow light.

He lowered his gaze, like a patient hunter watching the person on the screen, admiring how the beautiful, proud prey was conquered by instinct.

Ling Yao felt the gaze that seemed able to strip him bare almost break him, his bodily and mental shame clashing fiercely.

It's so uncomfortable.

An inexplicable sense of grievance welled up, making the tip of his nose sour.

... Sorry.

Ling Yao choked out the words with a sobbing tone, indistinct, his rational thread on the verge of snapping under extreme sensory impact.

Must he admit it aloud…

Ling Yao lifted his red-rimmed eyes, gazing at Jin Chen's hand on the plush bear in the screen, tears finally slipping from the corners of his eyes.

It's me…

His voice broke, carrying humiliation and a reckless abandon, '…It's me fantasizing about you.'

His head felt heavy and dazed, his rationality burned away.

Yet Ling Yao even remembered what Jin Chen seemed interested in, slightly opening his mouth, extending a tiny tip of his tongue, along with that gleaming tongue piercing.

In the depths of his eyes lay a mist, dazed and bewildered, steamed up by surging emotion.

I feel so awful…

Dark currents surged in Jin Chen's deep eyes.

He finally, as Ling Yao wished, moved his fingertip away from the plush bear.

Instead, he gently stroked the plush bear's soft ears with a motion that could be called tender.

'The shirt you wore this morning,' Jin Chen's low voice guided, 'there's something in the inner lining pocket.'

Ling Yao's thoughts were now a jumble; he did whatever Jin Chen said.

Fortunately, that shirt had been casually tossed onto the sofa at the foot of the bed.

Ling Yao, supporting his weak body, stumbled over and trembled as he felt inside the shirt's inner pocket.

In the dim light he could see it was the tactical gloves Jin Chen had worn that afternoon.

Ling Yao held the gloves, for a moment dazed, as if he were the one who had undergone sensory chaos.

He let out a muffled grunt, took the gloves and burrowed into the blanket, wrapping himself tightly, even burying his head.

The communication fell into a long silence.

Only muffled sounds could be heard coming from inside the blanket.

Jin Chen waited patiently, his fingertips occasionally pinching the plush bear's paws or scratching its belly.

No one knew how long had passed.

Ling Yao, as if having exhausted all his strength, slowly crawled out of the blanket, his eyes vacant.

Just as he caught his breath, he saw in the virtual screen Jin Chen raise his hand and lightly pat the plush bear's head, an indescribable intimacy.

'Good night, bad-tempered young master.' Jin Chen's voice low and gentle, finally tinged with a smile, 'I'll prepare a gift for you tomorrow.'

When the words ended, the communication was cut off.

Ling Yao stared blankly at the empty space ahead, still feeling fatigued, his hand clutching the soaked gloves.

Damn.

Ling Yao cursed fiercely in his heart, burying his hot face into the pillow.

He certainly wasn't looking forward to whatever lousy gift Jin Chen might give!

... Not at all.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +12, total 31!】