Song Yu: “Conduct a thorough investigation of the entire station. All syringes and medicines must be confiscated.”

Banli: “Understood.”

Rong Shi picked up the damaged package and flipped through it, roughly estimating about two hundred syringes.

“Looks like the money can’t be spent again,” Song Yu walked over to Rong Shi, his gaze sweeping across that row of shelves.

The Empire strictly regulates contraband, especially drugs. Legitimate shipping companies must check whether any items are prohibited upon receipt.

If a station is found to have contraband drugs, that company would be finished.

“Let’s talk about it later,” Rong Shi said as he took the package of syringes and exited through the transport exit with Song Yu.

Just as they reached the door, a black hovering car descended.

[Luckily, I hid quickly. The car wasn’t damaged.]

“Hmm.” Rong Shi opened the front passenger door and helped Song Yu in, bending down to fasten his seatbelt.

“You’re really good at saving money for me,” Song Yu said, sitting comfortably and enjoying the rare caring service from his partner.

Rong Shi buckled him in and casually replied, “If the car’s wrecked, it’s wrecked. I can’t lose my stuff.”

Song Yu: “…”

Nearby surveillance was controlled by 01, randomly pulling up historical footage to play, and Song Yu’s people sealed off the three-kilometer radius around the station. If they cleaned up quickly enough, they could hide a lot from others.

Song Yu watched the direction they were going and frowned. “Where are we going?”

“Taking a detour back,” Rong Shi activated the hover car’s land driving mode, turning onto a small road after exiting. “We can’t appear here.”

Song Yu: “But I didn’t avoid surveillance on my way here.”

Rong Shi: “01 will handle it.”

Song Yu was confused: “How will it handle it?”

As they talked, the decoration buckle on Rong Shi’s terminal opened, and a blue crystal flew out, turning into a small orb that landed in front of Song Yu.

01: “I edited it. On the surveillance footage, your car has already driven to the East District.”

Song Yu: “… What shy nonsense is this?”

01: “Whenever I touch you, I feel closer to the energy stone! Hehe~”

Song Yu lazily smiled. “Turn into a gun for me to see.”

01: “Sure!”

Rong Shi: “Have you contacted the local Police Department?”

Song Yu fiddled with the item in his hand and replied casually, “Yeah, the Police Department has my people there. Don’t worry.”

---

Imperial Capital Star —

Qin Zhao sat restlessly in his office.

“The live exercise next week is ready, currently scheduling Mecha Divisions Three and Four and the Vanguard units… Sir?”

Hearing his deputy call, Qin Zhao snapped out of it irritably: “You handle these small matters. No need to report repeatedly. If nothing else, you may leave.”

The deputy respectfully agreed and left.

After a while, Qin Zhao couldn’t help but make a call.

There was a delay before it connected.

“How’s the situation?” Qin Zhao tried to suppress his tone, but impatience showed.

On the virtual screen, a beta sat at the console, with dozens of virtual surveillance feeds before him.

“We’ve successfully hacked into the surveillance system. They’re tracking the target, waiting for the right moment to strike.”

Qin Zhao stared at the screens.

Twenty hover vehicles surrounded a single black hover car from all sides, heading toward the East District.

Rong Shi’s abilities were impressive, and now that he was also Qian Li’s apprentice, the risk of assassination was extremely high.

If they were to kill him, it had to be a guaranteed success.

An entire afternoon passed with Qin Zhao doing nothing but watching the virtual screens. When he finally came to his senses, the sky outside had already darkened, and the vehicles were still moving forward.

Every second of waiting was torture. He slammed his fist on the armrest, irritated: “What the hell are they doing?!”

The beta at the console hurriedly said, “I-It’s possible there are too many people nearby. It’s not a good time to strike.”

At that moment, the surveillance showed the hover vehicles entering a diversion channel. Seconds later, the black hover car exited from one exit, but the twenty escorting hover vehicles had all disappeared.

Qin Zhao sprang up, slamming his hands on the desk and staring at the screen without blinking.

One minute…

Two minutes…

Five minutes passed, and the car still hadn’t appeared.

“How the hell did they lose the tail?!” Qin Zhao barked, veins bulging at his temple.

The beta pressed some keys nervously, then the panicked voice came through the virtual screen.

“No contact! We can’t reach anyone!”

“Damn it!” Qin Zhao slammed the desk in frustration. “Pull up the surveillance in the channel. See what happened!”

The beta hastily operated, successfully hacking into the feed.

Everything looked normal on the footage, except near the exit, where the assassins chose a different exit than Rong Shi.

Wiping sweat nervously, the beta explained, “T-They might have judged it wasn’t a good opportunity and decided to retreat first.”

“Trash!” Qin Zhao threw himself back into his chair, feeling both angry and relieved.

Regardless of whether the assassination succeeded, if Qianjia found out, the consequences might be too much for the Qin family to bear. After all, Qianjia’s authority would not tolerate challenges.

---

Back at the dorms, it was almost nine in the evening. The dorm was bustling with students coming and going.

Too many people around made it hard to say much.

Song Yu leaned on his dorm’s door handle, glancing at Rong Shi. “I’m going to take a shower first. I’ll find you later.”

The word “shower” made passing students perk up and slow their steps.

“Mm.” Rong Shi opened his own dorm door, voice cool: “Make sure to clean well.”

Though they hadn’t come into direct contact with blood, the scent would inevitably cling to clothes and hair.

The two acted very calmly as they returned to their dorms, leaving passing students confused.

“…”

Do big shots always speak so bluntly?

As soon as the door closed, Song Yu’s expression turned serious.

---

“Brother, did you go on a date with Sister-in-law?” Qin Luo was at the bar counter slurping noodles. “What good food did you eat?”

“Use your terminal to call your father.” Song Yu poured himself a glass of water and drank half in one go.

Seeing his expression change, Qin Luo quickly dialed out.

The call was answered swiftly.

Qin Zhuo, dressed casually in linen Tang suit, was sitting in the yard playing chess with his father.

“Your Highness?” Seeing it was Song Yu, Qin Zhuo put down the chess piece and went inside.

Song Yu slammed his cup on the counter, his face cold. “There was a large-scale assassination attempt on me tonight.”

The Qin family father and son’s expressions changed drastically.

“Someone will send you the data later. Check it as soon as possible, preferably have results by tomorrow,” Song Yu said casually but chillingly. “I want to chop them up.”

---

In the neighboring dorm, Rong Shi was on a call with Qian Li.

Qian Li frowned. “You’re saying this assassination attempt was aimed at you?”

Rong Shi nodded. “I’m afraid my existence is blocking certain interests.”

Qian Li’s face was stern and commanding.

“I’ll handle this. Try not to leave school before deployment.”

Before hanging up, Rong Shi reminded him once more.

“You don’t have to openly take sides if you don’t want. I just want him safe. He’ll fight for what he wants on his own.”

Qian Li looked at him intently. “You have that much confidence in him?”

Rong Shi: “I have confidence in my own judgment.”

The Qian family is powerful. As long as they don’t become obstacles, they’re a huge help.

---

Just after showering, Song Yu really came over, wearing silk pajamas printed with bunnies.

Rong Shi closed the door and glanced over him.

Song Yu: “Say what you want.”

Rong Shi: “Too tight. Makes me dizzy.”

Song Yu: “… It’s all you.”

---

“How is He Nian after injection with SYT7737?” Rong Shi poured coffee for both and sat on the sofa.

“The data is indeed more stable,” Song Yu sat beside him, opening the terminal to project the newly received test reports from the research institute into the air.

They had previously speculated SYT7737 might not be a drug to modify omegas, but one that stabilizes body functions after modification.

Now this guess seemed more likely.

“Let’s try for a while longer,” Rong Shi flipped through the pages. “If this is a repair agent, then the number of super omegas on Academy Star must be considerable.”

Thinking of that package of syringes, Song Yu’s face darkened. “I was wondering if we could use 01’s matching system to conduct a large-scale super omega search. The current method is too difficult.”

Currently, surveillance on the organization hadn’t reached the core, and much data was inaccessible. The existence of super omegas was extremely dangerous, like mines planted everywhere, ready to explode at any time.

“Possible,” Rong Shi nodded. “But it will require a huge energy supply.”

“Energy is not a problem,” Song Yu sat close to him. “You should consider carefully if you’re willing to put 01 to work.”

Rong Shi raised an eyebrow. “If it can work for you, it’ll be thrilled for a whole night.”

Song Yu: “…”

---

Talking about serious things until late, Song Yu naturally followed Rong Shi to the bedroom.

Trying to secretly adjust the chip, Rong Shi said: “Tomorrow’s the monthly exam. Go back and sleep.”

Song Yu skillfully climbed onto the bed. “It’s because of the monthly exam that I’m sleeping with you. We sleep better together.”

Rong Shi: “…”

The temperature difference was big this season, so Rong Shi adjusted the temperature control system and turned off the lights.

In the dim light, a restless cat paw found his chest.

“Gege—”

Rong Shi stopped him. “… No calling me ‘gege’ in bed.”

While he stopped the paw, a cat leg came around, rubbing against his leg.

“What should I call you then?” Song Yu’s voice was playful. “Wife?”

Rong Shi lay flat, wrapping his hand around his waist, giving a gentle tap on the soft cat butt.

“Call me husband.”

Song Yu stiffened all over from the tap, playing with Rong Shi’s earlobe lazily. “No one told you that the tiger’s butt can’t be touched?”

After speaking, he heard a low, short laugh in his ear.

“Why can’t you touch a kitten’s butt?”

Song Yu snorted coldly and after a moment added quietly, “I’ll try to control myself.”

Though abrupt, Rong Shi knew he was referring to the door-bashing incident.

“Don’t do such extreme things when there’s a choice,” Rong Shi comforted, stroking his head. “Just like you don’t want to see me in danger, I don’t want to see that either.”

“I know,” Song Yu obediently leaned on his shoulder, letting him touch freely. “Next time, I’ll do it when you can’t see.”

Rong Shi froze halfway through touching.

Song Yu calmly continued, “You can scold me until I change, but it probably won’t be that easy.”

Rong Shi: “…”

No wonder Little Song Cat got angry. Seeing it from this perspective, Rong Shi felt his own words that night were pretty damn awful.

He wanted to pin down this disobedient little cat and spank him.

Rong Shi: “We’ll supervise each other.”

Song Yu tried not to laugh. “Okay, mutual supervision it is.”

---

The next day at the monthly exam, they arrived at the exam venue with one minute to spare.

Qian Fan personally stood at the entrance to supervise. Seeing the two well-behaved kids enter quietly, he smiled contentedly and returned to the office with his thermos.

Halfway there, he met the third-grade head teacher who issued the exam paper.

“This time, they definitely won’t cry,” Qian Fan said cheerfully. “Last time after the exam, they cried and fussed for a long time.”

Teacher Zhao looked solemn. “Not necessarily.”

Qian Fan: “This time the difficulty has dropped a lot. They’re sure to do well.”

Teacher Zhao glanced at him with suspicion. “Who told you I lowered the difficulty?”

Qian Fan: “?”

Teacher Zhao excitedly said, “I studied the Physics Institute’s projects specifically. I guarantee this exam will break all previous difficulty records! Let’s see if that salty fish can still get 60!”

Qian Fan: “…”

__

Inside the exam hall, Rong Shi glanced over the questions, remembering Qian Fan’s comment about the difficulty being lowered.

Then he thought: well then, I might as well score one more point.

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Author’s note:

Rong Bunny: Calling me “gege” in bed almost killed me.

Song Cat: What if I call you “husband”?

Rong Bunny: You go first. Only after you call it can I know what will happen. [Obedient]

Song Cat: …

#DidYouThinkIWouldFallForIt?#