After logging out of the game, Song Yu leaned back on a lounge chair on the balcony, clutching a rabbit doll, and dialed a number on his terminal.

It took a few minutes to connect. The light in the video was perfect, showing a handsome man sitting behind an office desk, talking to his secretary. After they finished speaking, the male secretary nodded respectfully to Song Yu and silently left the office.

Song Yu pulled at the rabbit’s ear and casually asked, “How is it? Can it be done?”

“As long as there’s a blueprint, there’s no weapon Gu’s can’t make,” the man said, crossing his arms in front of him, his slightly upturned phoenix eyes looking at Song Yu. “Same old rules, cash payment. Production begins after the money arrives.”

“Send me the quote now, I’ll transfer it to you,” Song Yu said, shaking his head helplessly. “Is it really necessary to be so clear with family?”

The man in the video was Gu Xi, his third uncle’s wife, Cola’s father, and the richest Omega in the Empire, bar none.

Gu Xi: “Even brothers should settle accounts clearly.”

Song Yu: “…”

Five minutes later, hundreds of millions of star coins were transferred from his account. Gu Xi looked at the payment confirmation and said with satisfaction, “Delivery within a month. I don’t care about the mech’s batch number.”

Song Yu: “I’ll handle the batch number myself. Just make sure it’s done by the best craftsmen.”

“Money in hand, everything’s negotiable,” Gu Xi sent the order information to his subordinates. “Cola’s gained quite a bit of weight recently. Take him out for walks more often.”

Song Yu bent one long leg, relaxing on the lounge chair, his voice lazy and drawn out: “No time. Walk your own son.”

Gu Xi: “Weren’t you exiled?”

Song Yu: “Yeah, so I’m busy falling in love right now. Got a problem with that?”

At the mention of this, Gu Xi changed his posture, leaning slightly forward: “Do you know Mianmian’s parents?”

Seeing his eyes gleam, Song Yu narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him: “Is something up?”

Gu Xi said seriously: “I think Mianmian has the demeanor of a Gu family daughter-in-law. Ask him how much he’d accept to sell—agree.”

Song Yu: “…”

Does Cola know you’re buying him a child bride?

Song Yu: “This has nothing to do with money. If you can withstand a punch, maybe there’s room for negotiation.”

Gu Xi: “?”

---

After hanging up the call, Song Yu returned to the living room. Qin Luo was lying on the sofa, chatting with a friend in Capital Star. Seeing him enter, he asked, “Bro, are you really making a mech for the Bunny God?”

Song Yu walked out of the kitchen to make himself coffee: “It’s already ordered.”

“Grandpa Xi agreed?” Qin Luo followed him, casually grabbed a peach, and sat at the bar to eat it. “What about the batch number then?”

The Empire has strict control over mechs. Individuals or organizations wishing to legally own a mech must apply to the government for a batch number. Only with a batch number can it be driven on the road; otherwise, even keeping it in the yard as decoration is illegal.

Song Yu grabbed a handful of coffee beans and poured them in, manually grinding them into powder.

“Have your dad get one.”

Qin Luo: “…”

He scrutinized Song Yu’s expression, hesitating: “I think… you should just give Bunny God a virtual mech instead. He can still play Star Wars with it. A real mech is at least ten meters tall; most homes can’t fit it.”

“How can a bunch of data be presentable?” And most of it was made by his rival in love.

Song Yu poured the ground coffee beans into the machine, “It’s just a house; buy him a bigger one.”

Qin Luo: “…” You’re rich, so you call the shots.

Qin Luo: “But most people don’t even need a mech.”

Song Yu: “He can play with it for me to watch.”

Qin Luo: “…”

Is that your reason for spending hundreds of millions?

---

After class the next morning, Rong Shi went to the student council office to handle official business.

Close to noon, Chen Mu knocked and entered.

“Chairman, Doctor Jiang said Zhou En is awake. The student council can go over now if there’s anything to ask.”

Rong Shi: “I understand.”

His peripheral vision caught sight of the documents on the desk. Chen Mu curiously asked, “Are there many activities to organize recently?”

Rong Shi got up and spoke as they walked.

“Yes, it’s been almost two months since the new students enrolled; it’s time to take them out for a spin.”

Chen Mu: “…”

Besides exceptionally strict assessments, the military academy also held a very dense schedule of competitive events. Regardless of the competition, as long as one placed, they could earn academic credits. One could only graduate after accumulating enough credits. In past years, many new students naively thought they could graduate by simply attending classes and not failing or getting disciplinary action. This idea was too naive. The academic credits required by the school could not be met by coursework alone; one had to find ways through other channels. Moreover, after the second year, students would gradually go out on missions, which would inevitably affect their academic progress. If they failed courses as a result, they would not only lose academic credits but also miss mission opportunities. This was the military academy’s hellish elite screening mechanism. Excellent individuals could accumulate a lot of military merits while in school and graduate as superior officers, while mediocre individuals might even struggle to graduate.

The two first went to the cafeteria for a meal, then to the infirmary.

In the medical room, Zhou En was leaning against the headboard of the bed, staring blankly. He only came to his senses when he saw them enter.

“I’m sorry for causing so much trouble,” his voice was hoarse with illness. “I’m willing to accept any punishment from the student council.”

His attitude was a world apart from a few days ago.

Rong Shi pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed: “Do you remember what happened these past few days?”

Zhou En slowly nodded, his eyes filled with remorse: “I remember, but I don’t know why I did those things. Looking back now, the person in my memories feels like someone else.”

Rong Shi’s eyes were half-closed. He asked subtly: “Doctor Jiang said you might have been repeatedly stimulated by an Omega’s pheromones during their heat, leading to a drastic change in personality. Do you remember anything about that?”

Zhou En’s pale face furrowed in a frown. After thinking for a long time, his eyes suddenly widened: “Yes!”

“From when I enrolled until now, I’ve accidentally smelled it over a dozen times. When I talked to friends about it, they even laughed, saying I got lucky, always running into Omegas in heat.”

Rong Shi’s eyes flashed. He asked calmly: “Only smelled pheromones?”

“Yes, maybe I was far away. I never actually saw the Omega each time,” Zhou En’s mood dropped as he said this. “The day I pushed Xiao Han downstairs, I had originally arranged to meet him to hand over department affairs, but after smelling those pheromones, I got so angry I lost my mind—”

Rong Shi: “Was the scent the same every time?”

Zhou En shook his head: “No, but the last few times were very similar. I’m not sure if it was the same Omega.”

Rong Shi had him describe his feelings from the first time to the most recent times in detail, and recorded it all. Before leaving, Zhou En called out to him, hesitating: “Could I trouble you to apologize to Xiao Han for me?”

His peripheral vision swept outside the ward. Rong Shi said calmly: “No need.”

Zhou En’s heart clenched fiercely, and he became even more dejected.

“Senior.”

Hearing Wu Han’s voice, his body stiffened, and his hands on the blanket clenched. “I’m sorry, I really don’t have the face to see you again.”

Wu Han limped to the bedside: “Lift your head.”

Zhou En’s hands loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, repeatedly, before he finally lifted his head. He was mentally prepared to be hit and scolded, but was caught off guard by Wu Han’s smiling face.

“What you said was indeed very harsh,” Wu Han reached out his hand to him. “But I hit you back too, so it’s over!”

Zhou En’s eyes flickered, and he tightly gripped the hand in front of him: “You hit really hard.”

Wu Han laughed aloud: “Because you really deserved to be hit.”

Zhou En also laughed: “Next time if I’m like this again, you’re allowed to hit me.”

Wu Han punched him: “No thanks, my hands are for making mechs, not for fighting.”

Seeing them chatting and laughing, Rong Shi continued to walk out, a faint smile flashing across his lips.

---

During the afternoon practical training class, Rong Shi was stretching and warming up on the field when he saw Song Yu walking towards him from the corner of his eye. Song Yu was taller than the average Alpha, with good body proportions, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He could wear a common sports uniform with the aura of a supermodel, and with his striking blonde hair, he was an absolute focal point in the crowd, even without seeing his face. As expected, as soon as he appeared, the whistling on the field didn’t stop.

“Gege, you didn’t wait for me again,” Song Yu leisurely walked over, draped an arm around Rong Shi’s shoulder, and whispered into his ear, “New inhibitors are on the way. Three types haven’t undergone large-scale testing yet.”

Zhou En’s situation clearly wasn’t responding to general inhibitors. According to their speculation, he would definitely smell the mimetic pheromones again, and without effective medicinal suppression, they didn’t know what unexpected incidents might occur next time.

He was clearly talking about serious matters, but Rong Shi’s attention was completely focused on the scent. Close up, he could smell Song Yu’s pheromones, very faint, but with a strong presence.

“Hey, are you listening?”

A slender hand waved in front of him. For a moment, Rong Shi seemed to see a fluffy white cat’s paw. By the time he came to his senses, he had already grabbed this hand.

Song Yu looked puzzled: “What are you doing?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Their unknowingly intimate actions, however, caused the students on the field to howl.

“It’s the Chairman’s couple in practical class!”

“Damn, I’m dying of ‘shipping’.”

“They’re showing affection as if no one else exists. Give us a break!”

“Shoulder touching! Whispering! Hand touching! Let me see what else you two can’t do!”

“Ahhhhhhh, they’re fighting, they’re fighting! I love it!”

“The Chairman is so cool!”

Song Yu used his newly learned combo to deal with Rong Shi, hitting him without hesitation: “You dare to touch my hand, you’re quite bold.”

Rong Shi easily dodged, and looking at the familiar movements, his mood was very complicated.

“Why can’t I touch my wife’s hand?”

The two fought for about twenty minutes, treating it as a warm-up exercise, then used the excuse of drinking water to openly skip the practical training. The instructor waited for two minutes, then, being very experienced, decided to leave them be.

“Instructor! Chairman and them haven’t returned to the team!” a student reported.

Instructor: “Forget about them.”

The student was furious: “Why do they get to skip practical training?”

Instructor: “If you had their skills, you wouldn’t have to attend either.”

Student: “…” Damn.

Others: “…” Asking for humiliation?

In front of the sink, Rong Shi took several large gulps from the faucet and then washed his face. When he looked up, he caught sight of Song Yu’s wet face in the mirror. Water slid down his eyelashes, forming droplets that condensed at the tips and fell.

Was Song Yu ever this beautiful? Rong Shi couldn’t help but take another look, only averting his gaze when the other person looked up.

“Don’t think I don’t know you were peeking just because my eyes were closed,” Song Yu said, wiping his face with a towel, teasing him. “Just now realizing your rival in love is handsomer than you?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu wiped his face: “Don’t overthink it. Give up early, and maybe we can barely be friends.”

Rong Shi wiped the wet hair from his forehead: “What if I don’t?”

Song Yu paused, then took a step closer to him: “He likes my hair color the most. Do you have it?”

Rong Shi: “…” Did he ever say that?

Rong Shi deliberately said: “He likes my voice; he can’t sleep a day without hearing it.”

Song Yu: “…” Damn it!

Song Yu: “When my hand hurts, he’ll blow on it for me.”

Rong Shi: “When I can’t sleep, he’ll tell me stories.”

Song Yu: “When I’m in a bad mood, he’ll sing for me.”

Rong Shi: “He likes to hold my hand and wander around.”

Song Yu: “He’ll kiss me, hug me, and lift me up high!”

Rong Shi: “…………”

His mouth was too fast. After saying it, Song Yu realized something was off. Just as he was about to rephrase, he heard Rong Shi say: “…Then you’re more impressive.”

Song Yu: “…”

Returning to the field, Rong Shi tilted his head to look at him: “Did he really lift you up?”

Song Yu: “…” The bluff was exposed.

With half a class left, they could barely participate in the next training session. The two followed behind the team. Rong Shi looked forward and whispered: “Yesterday, I heard him say he didn’t seem to receive any mech—”

Song Yu frowned: “You two are still in contact?”

Rong Shi: “That mech, you—”

Before he could finish, he heard Song Yu gritting his teeth: “Delete it for me!”

Rong Shi: “The mech—”

Song Yu: “Delete the communication number now!”

Rong Shi: “…”

Which wild rabbit did he give the mech to? Why is he avoiding the topic?

In the school infirmary’s pharmacy, Jiang Huai leaned by the window, from which angle he could see the training ground. He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, looking in that direction for a long time, smiling meaningfully.

Rong Shi never thought he would be so vexed, questioning his life every day, by a mech with a comical appearance and virtually zero practicality. After waiting a week, the Little Cat didn’t mention the mech that was supposedly for him at all.

Could it really be that he had guessed wrong?

Was Song Yu truly not his Little Cat?

How could Song Yu not be his cat?

Then who was his Little Cat?

Since he had a suspect, Rong Shi couldn’t help but repeatedly test him every day. Although the suspect was an Alpha, as tall and exceptionally talented as himself, and completely outside his dating preferences, it didn’t affect his curiosity to know who the Little Cat was.

Until he started suffering from insomnia, Rong Shi felt he couldn’t take it anymore; he had to resolve this matter. Better a quick pain than a long one.

After discussing serious matters that day, while Song Yu went to get water, he opened his terminal and sent a probing message to the Little Cat on the Star Wars platform.

“Little Rich Woman, want to meet up?”

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Author’s Note:

Song Cat: The mech was given.

Rong Bunny’s external monologue: Yay! Song Yu isn’t the Little Cat! [Ecstatic]

Rong Bunny’s internal monologue: Song Yu isn’t the Little Cat?! [Sad]

Then where is my Little Cat?

Song Cat: Bunny, why are you getting more and more schizophrenic?