At noon, after class, everyone linked arms and went to eat, but Rong Shi and Song Yu walked in the opposite direction, towards the Disciplinary Office.

Qin Luo cast a sympathetic glance at the two big shots who had only slept half-awake.

This was already Elder Qian’s special grace, letting them sleep through a morning’s worth of classes before reporting to the office.

“Should I order for you first?” Qin Luo asked from behind them.

Rong Shi: “No need.”

Once they entered Qian Fan’s office, they wouldn’t be out for at least half an hour.

This time, they brought Little Cat Song along, so the time would at least double.

Qin Luo waved his hand casually and went to find Old Liu and the others for a meal.

“Brother Lu?” Zhang Yi came out of the classroom and saw Lu Ming looking in one direction, so he followed him. “Should we go eat first or go back to the dorm?”

It wasn’t until Rong Shi’s back disappeared from view that Lu Ming retracted his gaze and said indifferently, “Back to the dorm.”

On the way, Song Yu haphazardly ran his hand through his slightly long hair, looking sleepy: “Did Elder Qian ask some questions?”

Rong Shi walked forward unhurriedly, saying nothing.

“Hey, Chairman Brother?” Song Yu nudged him with his elbow. “Not awake yet? You’re grumpier than me after waking up.”

Rong Shi turned his head and, amidst Song Yu’s innocent gaze, reached out and pinched his face.

“Don’t give me that.”

“Ow!” Song Yu slapped his hand away, failing to suppress a laugh. “You stole a cat, I touched a rabbit, no problem.”

Standing at the door of Qian Fan’s office, Rong Shi whispered, “You don’t need to be so detailed about the specifics.”

“Details?” Song Yu chuckled. “Are you talking about where I touched or how it felt?”

Rong Shi: “Do you know how to say the words ‘shame’…”

Before he could finish, the door suddenly opened, and Qian Fan’s fuming face appeared before them.

“Haven’t you had enough touching all morning?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu: “…”

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Yu saw someone sneaking around the corner of the corridor not far away. He put an arm around Rong Shi’s shoulder and smiled brightly: “Elder Qian, we’re partners, not monks. It’s rare for Chairman to finally agree to a honeymoon; it wouldn’t be right not to have a night of revelry.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Qian Fan: “Get in here now!”

Meeting Song Yu’s gaze, Rong Shi knew why he said that on purpose, but knowing was one thing; being able to say such things without blushing or panting was truly shameless.

Before entering the door, Rong Shi patted the bouncy cat butt: “Kids shouldn’t talk like adults.”

Song Yu: “…”

Who the hell is a kid?

In the palace, Ji Ling returned to the Queen’s residence from Song Zheng’s study and soon received a report from below.

Special Assistant: “The Second Prince arrived at the military academy at 9:12 AM. We checked the spaceship they took; it was a flight from the Pisces constellation.”

Since yesterday afternoon, most of Snow Star’s outbound flights had been canceled under the pretext of a cosmic storm. The remaining open flights had destinations very far from Scholar Star.

The suspicious targets from last night were also blocked, so could it really not be them?

Ji Ling held his teacup, his expression unreadable.

“Have those people been caught?”

Special Assistant: “Not yet, but half an hour ago, they were seen near their sub-center in the Snow Fox District.”

Saying that, he magnified the photos sent from below into mid-air.

In the photo, two tall figures walked side by side in the snow. The one on the left had long hair and was wearing a fur coat, while the one on the right was wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat and a mink coat.

Ji Ling glanced at them and then indifferently looked away, losing interest.

Special Assistant: “According to the information from the spies in the school, they really might have gone on a honeymoon, and they were called into Qian Fan’s office for a talk because of lack of sleep.”

Ji Ling fiddled with the teacup lid, slowly and deliberately.

“Keep an eye on them. Report any action immediately.”

Special Assistant bowed: “Yes.”

Inside the office, Qian Fan finally managed to dig out the military academy’s code of conduct manual from the bottom of a drawer, preparing to have a good talk with his two good students.

He looked up, and his expression froze.

Across the desk, Rong Shi and Song Yu had their heads together and were asleep again.

Qian Fan: “…”

Was his expression not grim enough, or his tone not intimidating enough?

He raised the thick manual, about to slam it on the desk, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two youngsters’ intertwined hands, and he put it back down.

What in the world were they so busy with, to be so tired?

“Father is really…” Qian Fan muttered softly, feeling both angry and inexplicably heartbroken. It must have been Father secretly assigning them tasks.

He silently cursed Qian Li, then opened his terminal and edited a message to his partner, Qin Lin.

[Husband, what kind of tonic is suitable for seventeen or eighteen-year-old kids?]

After thinking for a moment, he added another sentence.

[The kind that boosts kidney function.]

In the research institute, Qin Lin had just come out of the laboratory when he heard his terminal ring. He swiped it open and was full of questions.

Which seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid had kidney problems?

“Director.”

Hearing the voice from behind him, Qin Lin closed his terminal.

Xiao Zhang from the research institute’s clerical department jogged over and handed a pure white envelope to him with both hands.

“This is your letter.”

“Letter?” Qin Lin took it and flipped it over, finding it very novel.

Someone still sent letters in this era?

“It’s my first time seeing an envelope in real life,” Xiao Zhang said, his eyes sparkling. “It’s like opening Pandora’s box.”

The pure white envelope had no text information on it, only a black postmark in the upper right corner of the front, indicating the date as the day before yesterday.

Qin Lin’s eyes slightly darkened. He casually put it in his white coat pocket and chatted with a few students about project matters before leisurely returning to his office.

As soon as the door closed, his expression drastically changed.

He picked up a blade and cut along the edge of the envelope.

Inside the envelope was only a folded white paper.

Qin Lin took out the white paper and opened it. On it was a small sailboat drawn with a black marker.

The bell for the fourth period of the afternoon rang.

Qian Fan had a class, and the two kids were still asleep. He took his lesson plan and quietly left the office.

As soon as the door closed, Rong Shi, who had slept for an entire noon, opened his eyes.

He heard a light chuckle, then heard Song Yu say, “You’re too bad, bullying an old man.”

Rong Shi: “Then why didn’t you stay awake for him to scold you?”

Song Yu sat up and yawned: “Getting scolded alone is too boring, not exciting enough.”

Rong Shi: “…”

With a legitimate reason to skip class, they decided to go straight back to the dorm.

As soon as they arrived at the dorm, Song Yu’s terminal rang.

He swiped it open and scoffed, “Lin Feng can’t pull any more tricks.”

Using the last assassination attempt as an excuse, Song Yu had the Qin family target Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was caught off guard and finally bowed his head to seek help from Lin Quan, the head of the Lin family.

Lin Quan was one of the three reigning marshals, holding the same status as Qian Li in the military. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to resolve this matter.

But Song Yu had calculated that he wouldn’t make a move.

This branch of Lin Feng’s family was a collateral branch, and an unfavored one at that. Apart from Lin Feng, everyone else was doing quite poorly.

Lin Quan had a high opinion of himself and was very strict with his descendants, completely looking down on Lin Feng’s lineage.

He was a smart man; even if he secretly sided with the First Prince, he wouldn’t openly fall out with Song Yu.

If it were peacetime, Lin Quan would have a 30% chance of intervening, after all, dealing with his Lin family descendant would be like slapping his face, so he would consider it somewhat.

But now, the situation in the palace was unclear, the King’s attitude was ambiguous, and at a critical juncture where the wind could change at any time, no one wanted to stick their neck out.

As for Lin Feng, once he was tied up, the other small fries would be insignificant and could be completely eliminated within a month.

Rong Shi: “Also, find an excuse to bring Hu Feng and Gu Yan under control. With 203’s confession, it will be easy to convict them later.”

If the super Omega acted based on relying on Alphas, the Lin brothers would also target Hu Feng and Gu Yan to avoid being downgraded to D-grade reserves.

Song Yu: “Already given the orders.”

As soon as this was said, Rong Shi’s terminal vibrated. He swiped it open, and it was actually Jiang Huai.

The drug test results were out, and there was news about Ji Ming.

“Has a certain protective effect on underdeveloped glands?”

Song Yu sat on the living room carpet next to Rong Shi, eating instant noodles and looking at the magnified virtual screen, “Isn’t that sentence too vague in the inspection report?”

The report given by Jiang Huai showed that the medicine Qin Lin gave to Mian Mian was mild, and in addition to stabilizing hormone levels, it also had a protective effect on glands, but this effect was written very subtly.

A note next to it said that the medicine had been diluted with a diluent. The effect would be greatly reduced for adults, but it was just right for minors.

He left a paragraph of text at the end of the report.

[For general glandular diseases, this is a miracle drug that can relieve symptoms in the short term, and the treatment effect is better when combined with other drugs. However, for experimental subjects, it is at most a health product, neither good nor bad, and can be considered a diluted and improved version of SYT7737.]

“So, it’s useless even if you take it?” Song Yu frowned, his expression annoyed. “Did it take so long for just one report? Is this hemorrhoid doctor professional or not?”

Rong Shi patted his head: “Of course, a simple test wouldn’t take this long. I guess he tested the drug on experimental subjects.”

That person seemed gentle, but he didn’t waver at all when facing his son whom he hadn’t seen for years. Being able to freely enter and exit organizations, military groups, and military academies, switching roles at will, he was a ruthless character.

Besides, how could an Omega who could give birth to Little Cat Song be so simple?

This test report generally confirmed several of Rong Shi’s conjectures.

First, Qin Lin must know something about the experimental subjects, otherwise, he wouldn’t react this way to Mian Mian’s illness.

Second, Qin Lin currently doesn’t have any drugs specifically for treating experimental subjects.

Third, there’s a very small chance he participated in the research and development of SYT7737.

Rong Shi opened another folder sent by Jiang Huai, which contained some fragmented text or image reports, mostly screenshots, and some taken as photos.

The magnified virtual screen played them one by one, all about Ji Ming’s glorious achievements.

He was considered a genius in the field of biology, publishing academic reports in the most authoritative media in this field in his teens and winning various awards effortlessly.

Many research institutes invited him before he even graduated from university, but unfortunately, due to his eccentric and unsociable personality, he always quit within three months.

It wasn’t until he graduated from university that he established his own research institute, officially becoming independent.

From the content, Ji Ming had many and varied research projects, seemingly taken on a whim.

Flipping to the last page, Rong Shi’s eyes narrowed.

There were only two short sentences on this page, as if from a corner of some electronic publication.

The text stated that Ji Ming’s laboratory took on a research project called “Sailboat” forty-three years ago. It didn’t specify the content, but it listed the participating researchers, one of whom was named Qin Lin.

“Capsized boat? Who came up with that name?” Song Yu took a sip of soup, then continued to fish for instant noodles. “This kind of thing is easy to fake; you can’t believe it completely.”

Rong Shi told 01 to come out and search precisely for the Sailboat Project.

“He wouldn’t fake it.”

“You just trust him too much.” Song Yu finished the instant noodles and began to painstakingly fish for seasoning. After a long time, he fished out a single piece of beef and brought it to Rong Shi’s mouth. “If he ever screws you over, I’m too lazy to save you.”

Rong Shi opened his mouth and ate it. A pea-sized piece of beef somehow made him feel utterly blissful.

“If he ever hits you, I’m too lazy to save you too.”

Song Yu: “…”

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Author’s note: 

Little Cat Song: Give me back the beef, I’m not giving it to you anymore. [Licks paw]

Little Bunny Rong: … [Father-in-law, save me]