Just as Rong Shi and Song Yu walked out of the dorms, they ran into Lu Ming and Jiang Xingze, who were walking towards them, laughing and seemingly getting along very well.

Song Yu teased, “Aren’t you afraid that assistant will bring in a bunch of enemies for you?”

Student union recruitment was usually handled by the vice president, with the president only needing to confirm the final list.

Seeing the two looking over, Rong Shi averted his gaze: “As long as you’re not recruited, I don’t care.”

Song Yu: “Am I that bad?”

Rong Shi: “I’m afraid of a death, and I can’t afford the compensation.”

Song Yu: “…”

Rong Shi didn’t intend to pay them any mind, but Lu Ming greeted him.

“Rong Shi, aren’t you going to greet your senior?” Lu Ming said with a smile.

Reminded by this, Jiang Xingze’s expression became unreadable.

Even after stepping down, he was still Rong Shi’s senior, and the other party didn’t even show basic respect!

Rong Shi: “I’m already being polite by not reporting him for dereliction of duty.”

Jiang Xingze’s face darkened: “What do you mean?!”

Rong Shi looked at Lu Ming: “I don’t care about personal relationships, but for work matters, I hope you come to me. What right does someone who can’t even do their own job have to guide you?”

“Rong Shi!” Jiang Xingze’s face turned black, “You—!”

Before he could finish, Rong Shi patted Lu Ming’s shoulder: “You’re my assistant, excellent in all aspects. I’ve always thought highly of you, don’t disappoint me.”

Lu Ming: “You—!”

He had a mouthful of curses but couldn’t utter them.

If someone curses you, you can curse back righteously, but when the other person praises you to the high heavens, every word carries a barb, piercing right into your flesh.

Helpless, he could only swallow this bitter pill.

With that, Rong Shi walked away without even looking at Jiang Xingze, embodying arrogance to the extreme.

Leaving the two from their initial pleasantries to an awkward silence.

Seeing Jiang Xingze’s bad expression, Lu Ming hastily explained: “It’s an open secret that Rong Shi and I don’t get along, it’s not like he said at all—”

Jiang Xingze looked at him indifferently: “Yes, you’re his assistant, why should I worry?”

Lu Ming: “No, senior, I think you’re more capable than Rong Shi—”

Before he could finish explaining, Jiang Xingze walked away with a cold face.

A cold wind blew, and Lu Ming gritted his back teeth, cursing Rong Shi a thousand times in his heart.

Song Yu put an arm around Rong Shi’s shoulder, laughing uncontrollably: “What a brilliant stratagem to drive a wedge. I didn’t realize you were so manipulative. I’m starting to feel sorry for Lu Ming.”

Jiang Xingze, after all, was last year’s first place, and had been a high and mighty president for a year. His self-esteem was stronger than anyone else’s. With Rong Shi’s disparagement, he was on the verge of a breakdown.

Thinking of Lu Ming’s bewildered face, Song Yu wanted to laugh.

Rong Shi brushed Song Yu’s hand off his shoulder as if flicking dust.

He had experienced Lu Ming’s jealousy in his previous life. Since he wasn’t planning to get involved with Lu Youqi, he didn’t need to bother with Lu Ming.

Song Yu shoved his rejected hand into his pocket: “Even if you deliberately offend all the influential people, you can’t be safe.”

He added: “These flaws can’t hide your value. Even if you offend two parties, a third party will come to recruit you.”

Rong Shi tilted his head to look at him.

Song Yu smiled: “You must have a major flaw that crosses a bottom line. Marrying me is the best and least costly option.”

Rong Shi’s expression was unperturbed: “After all that, you just want me to marry you?”

Song Yu: “…Are you a reincarnated chili pepper?”

Rong Shi: “?”

Song Yu: “You’d die if you didn’t sting people?”

Rong Shi: “…”

During lunch break, Rong Shi went to Qian Fan’s office to deliver documents and happened to run into Qin Lin, who was bringing soup.

Qian Fan doted on Rong Shi, pulling him over to drink soup together.

While drinking, they discussed the last simulated mech battle.

“Where did you learn your skills, kid? Don’t tell me it was Star Wars, you can’t learn a thing from those fully automated games.”

Star Wars wasn’t fully automated, but to increase game fun and lower the entry barrier, it had AI assistance.

For example, an action that required ten key presses could be intelligently completed by AI by pressing just the first five.

Rong Shi: “A senior I know taught me.”

This answer clearly didn’t satisfy Qian Fan, who chased him with a string of questions.

But Rong Shi remained unperturbed, refusing to elaborate.

Qin Lin laughed from the side: “Don’t make it hard for him, let him drink his soup in peace.”

Qian Fan took a sip, grumbling plaintively: “You’re scolding me.”

Rong Shi: “…” Why was he here as a third wheel?

His personal terminal rang. While the two elders were, in their own minds, subtly flirting, Rong Shi pulled up a message. It was 01’s compiled report on Lin Mo and Lin Dang’s pheromones.

Rong Shi had 01 extract data from the sensor device, filter it, and analyze the curve of Lin Dang’s pheromone intensity during her two heats.

The curve from the first time in C8 lab, when plotted with Lin Mo’s, almost perfectly overlapped.

The curve from the warehouse incident, however, showed a steady increase, with the value exceeding the normal range by less than 10%. This level of pheromone wouldn’t even affect an average alpha.

What was the difference? Was it because Hu Feng was his target for strategy?

Rong Shi put down his bowl: “Professor Qin, other than secondary differentiation, does pheromone intensity really not change?”

With a clatter, Qin Lin’s white porcelain spoon slipped from his hand and fell into the bowl.

“You’re really getting old, you can’t even hold a spoon.” Qian Fan complained verbally, but quickly grabbed a towel to wipe his splashed hand.

Noticing his gaffe, Qin Lin took the towel and wiped haphazardly: “Based on current scientific research, it indeed cannot change, but—”

He avoided Rong Shi’s gaze.

Looking at the half-finished ginseng soup on the table.

“Science is a process of constant overturning.”

Leaving the office, Rong Shi’s mind replayed Qin Lin’s two unusual reactions.

Seeing Song Yu approaching from afar, Rong Shi changed direction, intending to take a shortcut.

Song Yu: “Stand still.”

Rong Shi continued walking: “…” You tell me to stand still, so I stand still?

Suddenly, a scream was heard. From the corner of his eye, Rong Shi saw Song Yu knee an alpha to the ground.

“The road is so wide, why do you have to bump into me?” Song Yu slowly walked past the alpha on the ground.

“What are you being so arrogant about?” The alpha covered his stomach and stood up, “If you can play with Rong Shi, why can’t you play with us? It’s not like you’ll lose a piece of flesh.”

His companion quickly stepped in front of Song Yu, sizing him up with a frivolous gaze: “Someone as flirtatious as you, how can one alpha satisfy you? We’re not a bit worse than that useless Rong Shi.”

Song Yu let out a snort from his nose: “I’m in a good mood now, I don’t want to bother with you. Get lost before I regret it.”

“Putting on airs!” The alpha, provoked, suddenly lunged at him, “You’re just someone to be played with!”

Before Song Yu could even move, the alpha was thrown aside by an immense force.

“Du Rui, Huang Long, second year, verbally provoked and insulted a junior, and showed aggressive tendencies. One demerit, ten political thought simulation papers per day, must score ninety points or above.”

The alpha hadn’t even gotten up when he heard Rong Shi’s voice, like a death sentence.

“Why are you punishing us?! He was the one who latched onto us!” The alpha pointed at Song Yu, speaking righteously.

“Yeah! The whole school knows what kind of person he is!” Another alpha said, “President Rong, you can’t be biased!”

Seeing Song Yu’s expression change, Rong Shi grabbed his wrist and started to leave: “If you’re not satisfied, you can register at the student union office.”

Before he could take a step, Song Yu broke free of his hand, casually snapped off a branch from a nearby peach tree, kicked the alpha away, and stepped on his chest.

The alpha struggled desperately, his pupils contracting as he saw the seven or eight broken branches in Song Yu’s hand: “You… what do you want to do?!”

Song Yu’s smile was tinged with coldness.

“Since you put it that way, if I don’t do something, wouldn’t I be letting down the person who sent you?”

“Stop it.”

Rong Shi noticed his intention and walked over to stop him, but it was too late.

Song Yu roughly shoved the branch into the alpha’s mouth.

“Ah—!” The alpha writhed in pain, unable to push Song Yu away. His face and mouth were covered in blood from the barbs at the end of the branch.

Song Yu seemed not to hear the screams, smiling as he continued to press the branch forcefully into his mouth.

“Let him go!”

Another alpha clenched his fist and charged at Song Yu’s back.

His neck suddenly felt a sharp pain, something warm flowed down, then quickly turned cold.

He pulled his hand back to feel, and it came away covered in blood.

“M-murder!” The alpha clutched his neck, not daring to come any closer.

Around them, screams erupted, and more and more people gathered. Fights in military academies were common; after all, it was a place filled with hot-blooded alphas who valued strength.

Most people could walk by a fight indifferently.

But the current situation was much more serious than a mere brawl.

Rong Shi threw away the blood-stained branch in Song Yu’s hand, loosened his other hand that was holding the branch, and said in a deep voice, “Have you had enough?”

This time, Song Yu didn’t struggle, his face innocent: “They provoked me first.”

The school medical team arrived quickly and took the two injured students away.

The one with the cut neck was fine, but the other one was already semi-conscious. Not to mention whether he would be disfigured, it was uncertain if his tongue could be saved.

Zheng Hai, the second-year dean, rushed over upon hearing the news, and then ran into Qian Fan. Both of them, seeing the pool of blood on the ground and the unharmed Song Yu, had very grim expressions.

Rong Shi walked up to them and said in a low voice, “I’ll handle this properly.”

Zheng Hai was about to say something, but Qian Fan spoke first: “Just trust Rong Shi, he knows what he’s doing.”

In the end, Zheng Hai dispersed the students who were watching and left with a sigh.

“Come with me,” Rong Shi said coldly as he passed Song Yu.

Song Yu took out a disinfectant wipe from his pocket, calmly wiped his hands, and followed him.

Rong Shi’s peripheral vision swept over him.

In his previous life, when he first entered the military, he had no power or influence. Many proposals he put forward were rejected by Lu Youqi.

But later, many of those proposals were implemented.

He specifically investigated and found that, without exception, they were all proposed by the Second Prince.

At that time, he thought that the Second Prince might be similar to him, that their ideas were highly consistent.

But now, he felt he was terribly wrong.

This kid was both crazy and ruthless, with severe self-destructive tendencies, and could lose control at any moment.

When they reached a secluded spot, Rong Shi said calmly, “Do you remember what I told you last time?”

Song Yu took a quick half-step, turning to face him with a casual smile: “That you wanted to marry me?”

Rong Shi: “You—”

[Warning! Northwest 25 degrees direction, explosive high-heat reaction!]

As 01’s voice rang out, Rong Shi pulled Song Yu by the shoulders and ducked into the corner.

A heat source grazed Rong Shi’s left arm and hit the wall, leaving an extremely thin, deep bullet hole.

Rong Shi held the silver pistol formed by 01. Various annotations and a virtual reticle appeared in his line of sight.

[Compressing air—10 air bullets stored.]

He raised the gun and fired at a distant building.

After a faint shattering sound, an annotation window appeared at that spot, indicating that the sniper had been hit and was incapacitated.

Song Yu’s gaze quickly swept over the gun in Rong Shi’s hand, then he contacted his people to rush over.

Ten minutes later, in the dorm—

Song Yu took the medical kit and bandaged Rong Shi: “I dragged you into this.”

Rong Shi stared at his clumsy movements and said calmly, “It was aimed at me.”

From the situation and the angle of the bullet hole, the shot was originally aimed at him.

It seemed he had done something recently that affected certain people’s interests.

Song Yu held the tweezers, gestured back and forth a couple of times, then picked up an alcohol swab and placed it on the wound to wipe: “Who did you offend?”

Rong Shi: “…”

“Alcohol on a wound, who taught you that?” Rong Shi countered coldly, “Doesn’t it hurt you?”

Song Yu leaned in and blew on it perfunctorily: “How about now?”

Unable to bear it any longer, Rong Shi snatched the tweezers and wiped it himself.

Song Yu rested his chin on his hand, watching idly: “This kind of thing will only happen more and more. What are you still hesitating for?”

The tweezers clattered onto the tray. Rong Shi looked up: “Marrying you won’t avoid all trouble.”

Song Yu automatically took a gauze and bandaged him: “But at least it can avoid most of the attention, and the space it frees up will be enough for us to do what we want.”

Rong Shi understood the reasoning, but the thought of the small energy stone cat in his bedroom made him hesitate.

—He wondered if the little cat could accept a second marriage.

Thinking of this and that, Rong Shi looked down and saw Song Yu had tied a bow on his wound.

Rong Shi: “…”