Chapter 2747: Transmigrating into the Noble Academy as a Special Recruitment Student 32

The cleaning robot slid over to clean the carpet.

Shi Heng also considerately made space.

Xi Si grew more doubtful, "Why did you smash the vase for no reason? Did he make you angry?"

He knew Shi Heng; this person was usually so careful about even creasing a page that he smoothed it out, so how could he just throw things around for no reason?

Shi Heng raised a hand to rub his brow, "Nothing, he just… talked too much just now, it gave me a headache and I couldn't hold back."

Upon hearing that, Xi Si couldn't take it.

In his mind, Shi Heng was practically the embodiment of gentleness, reason, and tolerance—the 'Heng Mama' who could solve any trouble!

Now someone actually managed to make the good‑tempered Shi Heng angry enough to throw things! What nonsense did Ai Li Ke say!

He turned and glared at Ai Li Ke, "You fucking—"

Seeing the situation turn bad, Ai Li Ke hurried a step forward, trying to grab Xi Si's hand, and pleaded urgently, "Xi Si, hear me out! I know you've also heard about my fight with Jin Chen!"

"But it's not what you think—I had no designs on Jin Chen! He provoked me first! Don't be angry; how about we go on a date tomorrow? I promise…"

"Enough! You really talk too much!"

Xi Si pulled his hand back as if he'd touched something dirty, "I'm no longer interested in you—can't you understand plain English? Get lost right now!"

He couldn't be bothered to give Ai Li Ke another glance, pulled out a blank star card, tossed it at him, and ordered the intelligent butler waiting at the door, "Don't let him in again!"

Two bodyguards appeared and rudely dragged him out.

Xi Si stood where he was, feeling a bit irritable, scratching his head with a pen; the half‑tied golden strands slipped loose and fell across his forehead.

He furtively glanced up at Shi Heng, who had resettled on the sofa; his eyes were complex, tinged with an embarrassed hesitation.

Just now on the stairs, he had actually faintly heard Ai Li Ke's shout.

Those words swirled in his mind—what should he do now, pretend he hadn't heard?

But… Shi Heng… could it really be… toward himself…

Xi Si's mind was in a tangle, but Shi Heng seemed completely unaware, gently blowing on the steaming coffee cup, looking up at him and teasing, "What's wrong, looking at me like that?"

"Heartbroken, feeling sad?"

"What are you talking about? Impossible."

Xi Si twirled the electronic pen in his hand, feigning calm as he muttered, "There are plenty of beauties on the main star, even more across the star systems—just a special recruitment student; what do I have to be sad about?"

Shi Heng nodded thoughtfully, set down his coffee cup, and said in a natural tone, "That's good, just right—if I ever run into this kind of problem later, I can still ask you to advise me."

"Huh?" Xi Si blinked, not reacting, walked over and sat on the sofa beside Shi Heng, "Advise about what?"

Shi Heng turned to face him, a gentle smile on his face, "We still have two years until graduation; after that, we may have to face the love matches or arranged marriages our families set up."

"In this area, you definitely have far more experience than I do—later you'll need to vet things for me."

Xi Si froze, his eyes widening slightly; for a moment he couldn't digest the meaning of Shi Heng's words.

An arranged marriage, Shi Heng?

With the daughter of some official, or perhaps the young master of a major noble house?

Just imagining that scene—seeing Shi Heng someday take a stranger's hand and smile at others with that gentle, tolerant expression—

A strange sourness welled up in Xi Si's chest, an acutely uncomfortable tightness.

This feeling was nothing like the joy he'd felt when he learned A Yao liked Jin Chen—back then he'd truly been happy for his friend and even tried to offer ideas, though they usually came to nothing.

Later, when he noticed Bai Yu also paying attention to Jin Chen, he grew a little worried, unsure which side to lean toward.

But when it came to Shi Heng, how could it…

Before Xi Si could sort out his tangled thoughts, he felt Shi Heng touch the messy little knot at the back of his head.

Shi Heng's movements were gentle; he undid the pitiful elastic, patiently smoothed the half‑long golden strands, and retied them into a neat half‑bun.

His fingers slipped through the hair, the touch soft.

Usually at this time, Xi Si would enjoy swaying his head, leaning back further to rest on Shi Heng's thigh, grinning and calling out "Heng Mama!"

But now he was stiff all over, daring not to move a muscle.

Shi Heng finished tying his hair, gave his scalp a quick rub, and stood up.

Xi Si almost instinctively reached out and seized his wrist.

Shi Heng stopped, turned his head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xi Si's lips moved, but his throat felt blocked.

He gazed at Shi Heng's handsome, gentle face, at those eyes always brimming with smiles, his heart full of tangled emotions, lodged in his chest.

Perhaps it was because Xi Si had stayed silent too long, the struggle and confusion in his gaze too obvious; Shi Heng let out a soft sigh, cupped his face, and rubbed his thumb gently over his skin.

It seemed she had already read the answer she wanted from his flustered reaction.

"I'm asking you a question." Shi Heng's voice grew softer.

In the end Xi Si couldn't get a word out; he could only awkwardly change the subject.

"Nothing… nothing, just—Bai Yu has something to do at the Military Department, and why hasn't A Yao returned from his family meeting yet?"

As soon as he said that, Xi Si himself startled, his face slightly changing as he looked up at Shi Heng.

Shi Heng's smile faded a little, their eyes meeting, "Right, A Yao said he'd definitely be back by noon."

Ling Yao might have a bit of a young master's temper at times, but he never goes back on his word.

Shi Heng immediately opened his personal terminal, and the light screen lit up.

At the same time, the encrypted chat group exclusive to the four of them chimed with a notification.

"I'll contact my sister right now!" Xi Si sprang to his feet.

——

The starship heading to the Military Department sailed smoothly along the route.

The previous incident of the starship losing control left no psychological shadow on Lin Bai Yu.

In the passenger seat, Jin Chen leaned against the seatback, closed his eyes to rest, appearing even more composed than the driver; his fingertips rubbed the ring on his knuckles—a ring Ling Yao had procured at the auction and forced onto him, saying it was the symbol of a private knight.

Lin Baiyu switched the star cruiser to autopilot mode, glanced at the person beside him, his Adam's apple gave a slight roll, and he came up with an extremely stiff opening line.

"Over at the Ministry, there are many types of civilian positions. Do you have any particular post you'd like?"

Jin Chen slowly opened his eyes; his dark pupils looked deep in the cabin's soft light.

He raised his hand, fingertips lightly turning the ring; the ruby was cool, like the one set at Ling Yao's waist that came from the same planet.

"Can you just say what you want to say?"

"I'm in a hurry."

"They clearly went to the Ministry together; how can you talk about being in a hurry?"

"In that instant, Lin Baiyu understood the unspoken meaning in his words."

Lin Baiyu fell silent for a few seconds, turned his body to face Jin Chen, his gaze no longer avoiding, meeting Jin Chen's eyes directly.

"I like you."

Jin Chen: "You're Ling Yao's friend."

"If I weren't," Lin Baiyu interjected, his gray eyes like they'd been thrown into burning coals, surging with long-suppressed obsession and fervor that he could barely contain.

He stared deeply at Jin Chen, "Then I would never have waited until now, nor would I hesitate or be indecisive."

Given Lin Baiyu's personality, whenever he sets his sights on something, he always acts directly to seize and take it, just as he does with combat and military authority.

Jin Chen glanced out the window; it wasn't time yet.

He was aloof and indifferent, slightly tilting his head, "I'm curious—what answer are you hoping to get from me?"

Lin Baiyu's breathing quickened a little, but he wasn't discouraged; he laid out his advantages like chips on a table.

The Lin family's deep roots in the Ministry, the imminent real-power position, the resources and connections at his disposal, the shelter and room for growth he could provide……

These conditions are enough to move any ambitious man.