Chapter 2732: Transmigrated to the Aristocratic Academy as a Special Recruit 16

Jin Chen left Ling Yao's private lounge, walking slowly down the corridor bathed in afternoon sunlight, in a pretty good mood.

Just as he turned the corner, he bumped into several sharply dressed youths heading his way.

The leader, Jin Chen had a vague impression; he should be Mo Xiao's cousin, called Mo… something, but he couldn't recall.

For now, let's just call him Mo's cousin.

Mo's cousin stared at Jin Chen with a grim face, full of resentment.

His older brother, ever since the humiliating defeat in the sensory maze game and fainting in public, has been staying at the affiliated hospital recuperating due to the aftereffects of sensory disorder, and hasn't returned to class yet.

In his view, all of this is thanks to that specially recruited student whose luck is eerily good.

Indeed, in many people's eyes, Jin Chen's victory was nothing but dumb luck, a fluke.

After all, admitting they're inferior to a specially recruited student goes against their gut.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" said the flamboyantly pink-clad lackey beside Mo's cousin, "Isn't this the newly promoted big shot of our Knight Corps? Can you really just stroll around here?"

After the previous game, Jin Chen's fame skyrocketed, yet he seemingly received no special privileges and remained a specially recruited student.

This led them to mistakenly think Jin Chen was just a fleeting amusement the F4 picked up for fun, and once the hype faded, it was over.

Consequently, the urge to suppress and mock him revived.

"They got there by merit, after all," a tall, thin guy chimed in with a sarcastic tone, stressing the word "merit," prompting a knowing snicker from the group.

"Just because a few young masters took an interest in you, you actually think you can stand on equal footing with us."

"A specially recruited student is just a specially recruited student," Mo's cousin finally said coldly, chin lifted, looking down his nose.

"Lower class is lower class; no matter how fine the clothes, you can't shake that poor, sour essence—don't think climbing high makes you forget who you are."

To cheer up the obviously unhappy Mo's cousin, these lackeys traded barbs, each more biting than the last, their sense of superiority congealing into substance as they tried to erect a class wall with words, locking Jin Chen out.

Jin Chen glanced over them lightly; his smile didn't reach his eyes, beneath which lay a detached chill.

【This one can be beaten.】 Ling Gun Gun said, 【The Main God will surely help you settle it.】

【No need to beat this one.】

Jin Chen said, naturally lowering his head slightly and continuing forward.

Among the youths opposite, a sharp-eyed one suddenly spotted Ling Yao not far behind Jin Chen.

That person's smirk froze, his face went pale, and he hastily tugged his companion's sleeve, frantically signaling.

The other two, with their backs to Ling Yao, were still enthusiastically spewing praise for Mo's cousin, oblivious.

"Know your place—hurry back to the specially recruited zone!"

"You hear that? This place isn't welcoming…"

"Who isn't welcome?"

A displeased soft hum came from behind; the two lackeys still chattering turned sharply, meeting Ling Yao's slightly raised eyes.

Ling Yao lounged there, lifting his foot to kick the thin, tall guy in the back of the knee.

The thin, tall guy, completely unprepared, buckled at the knees, stumbled forward uncontrollably, and ended up kneeling directly facing Jin Chen, utterly embarrassed.

The others fell silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to breathe, wishing they could sink into the walls.

Mo's cousin's face turned even uglier; he clenched his teeth, too afraid to speak.

Only then did Jin Chen stop, lowering his eyelids, calmly gazing at the thin, tall guy kneeling before him, trembling with shame and anger, then looking toward Ling Yao a few steps away.

Ling Yao also looked at him, chin slightly lifted, "Still not getting lost?"

Those words were clearly not aimed at Jin Chen; that bunch wasn't stupid enough to stay, they tucked tail and fled, fearing any delay would bring repercussions.

Jin Chen curled his lips, extending a hand toward Ling Yao, palm up.

Ling Yao watched his outstretched hand, feeling a surge of urge to draw near.

He actually, just to avoid seeing Jin Chen's disappointment, fastened the tongue stud's chain onto the necklace, which gleamed even more in the sunlight.

Of course, no one dared question what he was wearing.

But this was ultimately different.

Ling Yao shoved his hand away unhappily, with noticeable force, but when Jin Chen took hold again, the resistance lessened considerably; he let himself be led, no longer dodging, merely turning his head aside.

"Didn't you tell me to leave?" Jin Chen teased.

"... Who made your luck so bad that you run into trouble as soon as you go out?" Ling Yao retorted, not backing down.

Jin Chen's fingertip brushed his lip corner, teasingly rubbing, "All right, don't be angry."

"Before bed tonight. I'll come help you take it off."

Ling Yao let out a soft hum from his throat, gave him another glare, but his teeth were gently pressed by Jin Chen, his tone turning soft and clingy like a whine, "... Pervert."

Even though it's nearing evening, there are still several hours until sleep.

Ling Yao inwardly spat at that moment of soft-heartedness.

He actually still had moments of being soft-hearted toward this person… really unbelievable.

So annoying.

Thinking about it so resentfully.

But that night, after Ling Yao washed up and glanced at the mirror, he still couldn't resist, slightly opening his mouth.

The tongue stud shone brightly, the chain swaying slightly.

Thinking that this was a gift from Jin Chen, perhaps before giving it to him, it had once been held in hand, carefully examined and caressed…

Ling Yao inexplicably felt heat rise from the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing faintly.

He somewhat awkwardly averted his gaze and gulped down the ice water at hand.

At dawn, Ling Yao routinely shut all doors and windows, though he knew it was meaningless for a certain pervert.

Hardly had he lain down in bed when familiar footsteps outside the bedroom made his heart race.