Chapter 2730: Transmigrated to the Noble Academy as a Special Recruit 14

Xisi stopped replying to Shi Heng and decisively changed the subject.

He opened his wristband, projecting a virtual screen that listed the activities during the Star Abyss Festival, asking, "What activities did you all choose for the Star Abyss Festival?"

Ailike expressed his loyalty to him, saying, "I'll follow your arrangements."

Xisi hummed triumphantly twice, sliding his finger across the light screen, first selecting a few art appreciation items he was interested in.

At that moment, Lin Baiyu and Ling Yao's gazes both intentionally or unintentionally swept over Jin Chen again.

Lin Baiyu has always been straightforward, saying what he thinks; he then told Jin Chen, "The training plan you gave me before was very useful."

"As a thank‑you, I can grant you special permission to bring you to the base to experience the latest model of interstellar warship."

For him, being able to personally control a top‑tier warship is the greatest temptation and reward.

Flying a spaceship… Jin Chen lacks interest.

Jin Chen was about to refuse when Lin Baiyu added, "Or, I can give you an internal spectator slot for the Starship Combat Tournament; I will be competing this year."

This is one of the academy's highest‑level competitive events, attracting much attention.

{Host, this is an important plot point! } Ling Gun Gun reminded, {In the original plot, Ling Yao and Xisi would go to the venue to watch the match; the protagonist attacking Ailike takes this opportunity, using the little gadget obtained from the mad doctor to tamper with Ling Yao's mount, planting a hidden danger! }

Jin Chen's eyes flickered; after all, it involved Ling Yao's safety, so he nodded. "Sure."

Seeing his agreement, Lin Baiyu's cold, hard expression softened for a moment.

Jin Chen turned to the young master who seemed determined not to speak to him and initiated, "Young Master Ling Yao, what are your plans for the Star Abyss Festival? Do you need my company?"

Ling Yao finally waited for Jin Chen to strike up a conversation first; his pent‑up frustration eased considerably, as if he had gained a point in this contest.

He curled the corner of his mouth, smiling freely, and flipped through the activity categories, saying, "Interstellar Auction, you should come too."

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, not objecting: "Fine."

After Ling Yao finished speaking, he secretly began to anticipate, waiting for Jin Chen's next words, such as him bringing up a gift voluntarily.

But he waited and waited until Jin Chen finished eating first, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up as if preparing to leave.

Ling Yao looked up at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

Leaving just like that? Where's the gift!

This cheat!

Jin Chen was very polite, "There's still an Energy Overview Course this afternoon, Young Master Ling Yao, do you have any other orders?"

Ling Yao: "……"

He felt a surge of anger stuck in his chest, unable to rise or fall, like he had no backbone; in spite, he leaned heavily back against the sofa, lifted his chin, pointed at the door, and said, "Get lost."

Jin Chen could hardly miss his dissatisfaction and anger; a flicker of amusement crossed his eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

Ling Yao stared at his disappearing silhouette at the doorway, grabbed a nearby cushion, and slammed it hard onto the sofa.

Cheat! You don't keep your word!

{Villain Heartthrob Value +3, total now 34! }

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Afternoon.

Ling Yao had just finished a boring minor class, yawning as he walked into the private lounge.

The view here is excellent, overlooking most of the academy's scenery; it's usually where he slacks off after class.

The terminal vibrated slightly; Ling Yao lazily lifted his eyes, the light screen popped up, and the sender's note showed three blunt characters.

Damn pervert: "Ill‑tempered young master, where are you?"

Ling Yao stared at that line, his brows knitting as he snorted inwardly.

He lifted his eyelid, his fingertip hovering over the virtual keyboard for a few seconds, deliberately avoided tapping reply, switched off the terminal, and tossed it onto the nearby coffee table.

He felt no obligation to respond to that damn pervert.

Hardly three seconds after that thought settled, a familiar subtle sensation came from his left earlobe, as if someone had pinched it.

Ling Yao: "……"

He abruptly raised his hand to cover his ear.

So annoying!

Ling Yao ground his molars, grabbed the terminal again, and typed a resentful reply.

Ill‑tempered young master: "I don't want to tell you; if you're capable, come find me yourself."

Damn pervert: "Fine."

Ling Yao returned the terminal to its original spot, got up, walked to the window, and watched the flow of people and shuttling hovercars below to distract himself.

Several minutes passed, and the terminal remained silent.

Ling Yao began to wonder in his heart whether that damn pervert was fooling him.

His patience was about to run out, and just as he was preparing to send another mocking message, the door to the lounge that required special authorization to open emitted a faint unlocking sound.

At the same time, the terminal vibrated.

Damn pervert: "Found you."

Ling Yao's heart jumped; he instinctively turned his head toward the door.

The door was gently pushed open.

Jin Chen stood at the doorway, his silhouette drawn long and slender by the light from the hallway outside.

He also seemed to have just finished class, still wearing a dark‑gray uniform.

The uniform was immaculate on him—buttoned to the top, tie neatly knotted—giving off an almost gloomy, rigid air utterly unlike his nighttime demeanor, with slightly long black bangs hanging down to obscure part of his brow and eyes, making his full expression hard to read.

Only when Jin Chen wanted to be seen clearly—like now, tilting his head slightly with a smile, catching Ling Yao by the window—could one easily be entranced by him.

"I found you." Jin Chen said again.

Ling Yao's heart stirred; he glanced over Jin Chen's attire.

He used to dislike most this kind of lifeless, boring, stiff specially recruited student.

Now...

Now he still dislikes, especially dislikes Jin Chen.

He dislikes his daytime ascetic aloofness, yet at night his face is completely different and lifeless.

Ling Yao suppressed that odd feeling, maintained his usual posture, leaning against the window ledge edge, legs casually crossed.

Same academy uniform, but on him it's completely another style.

His jacket loosely open, tie sloppily hanging, the whole person exudes an indulgent, lazy aristocratic air.

Of course, no one in the academy dares to question Young Master Ling Yao's attire, nor dare to treat him like other specially recruited students, casually tearing at his uniform.

"This young master doesn't have the idle time to play this boring hide-and-seek game with you."

Ling Yao raised his chin, mid-sentence he suddenly thought of something, he hooked his finger at Jin Chen, signaling him to come over.

Ling Yao in the daytime is not afraid of Jin Chen.

Not at all!

Jin Chen wasn't surprised by his reaction; as told, he walked over, stopping one step before Ling Yao, exactly at the shadowed corner of the windowsill.

Ling Yao slightly lifted his head, suddenly reached out and grabbed Jin Chen's neat uniform tie and shirt collar, pulling down hard.

"Tch, looks annoying." Ling Yao muttered, in a few pulls he loosened Jin Chen's tightly fastened collar, the tie also skewed to one side, that stiff demeanor instantly destroyed.

Ling Yao was satisfied, then released his grip, but before he could retract, Jin Chen grabbed his wrist.

Ling Yao tried to pull his hand back, but couldn't move it.

He glared at Jin Chen; sunlight from outside streamed in behind him, even the fine hairs on his side profile glowed, making his feigned fierce gaze look utterly lacking in intimidation.

"What the hell!" Ling Yao snapped irritably.

"Just finished class, came to give you a gift." Jin Chen said.