Song Yu paused for a moment, then curved his lips into a smile.

“What, is this part of the date too?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu raised his hand and placed it on Rong Shi’s waist, ambiguously saying, “Then should I reply with ‘Gege, you’re amazing’?”

Rong Shi: “…………”

---

The public hovercar glided along its route towards their destination. Even before they reached Chaocheng Street, the Royal Academy’s forum was already in an uproar.

“Impossible! This video must be fake!”

“Oh my god! This—this video wasn’t blocked?!”

“Leaving my mark before it gets deleted!”

“No way?! This person is Song Ke?!”

The video was only eight seconds long, yet it fully captured Song Ke’s face, him pushing Song Yu, and the malicious smile on his face after the push.

Song Ke and Song Yu were completely different—this was a common understanding among everyone.

Although both were princes, Song Yu was a fallen prince with no claim to the throne, abandoned by the royal family, while Song Ke was the truly legitimate heir to the throne.

The knowledgeable noble scions in the Royal Academy largely treated them with vastly different attitudes. However, because Song Yu was exceptionally beautiful, many nobles didn’t mind his plight and pursued him intensely.

Song Yu’s scandals were commonplace; even if they became trending topics, no one cared. But Song Ke was different; he was the next king. Who would dare gossip about him?!

Many people constantly refreshed the posts, wanting to see when it would disappear, but five minutes passed, and not only did it not disappear, it was boosted into a hot topic by those who left their names.

It actually wasn’t deleted?! What was the school doing?

The people replying felt a wave of panic.

They wouldn’t be targeted, would they?! Why were they minding other people’s business?!

---

School Information Center—

The technician’s forehead was slick with cold sweat.

“How is it?! Still can’t delete it?!” The school leader strode in from outside the door.

The technician: “T-trying to delete it now.”

The school leader slammed his fist on the table and called Motis.

“Can you trace who posted it?”

[Yes, but—]

The school leader waved his hand, and the tracing result appeared in mid-air.

In the massive virtual window, several bolded words were displayed—Trace your grandpa?

School leader: “…” Damn it!

Mortis had served the Royal Academy for over a century, ranking as the absolute number one intelligent system among all schools in the Empire.

But today, it couldn’t even delete a single post, or trace an IP. It was truly unbelievable.

The technician, trembling, tried for another three minutes with a throbbing headache, then decisively gave up.

This matter concerned the royal family’s reputation, and he didn’t dare to delay for too long.

“Report! Manual deletion is impossible!”

“What the hell is going on!” The school leader opened his personal terminal and placed a call.

On the other end, the military academy students, unaware of Song Ke’s true identity, were overjoyed at the post and rallied their comrades to furiously flood the comment section.

“Disgusting, vomitous! Betraying even your own brother in a life-or-death situation, does such scum deserve to live?”

“I was there! If it weren’t for the Chairman and Goddess’s excellent skills, they would have been lost!”

“Song Ke—forever blacklisted.”

“What kind of scumbag dares to maliciously slander others? Now they’re getting a taste of their own medicine, aren’t they?”

“Someone who would betray their own brother doesn’t deserve to live!”

“Ugh! It’s polluting my eyes.”

---

In a certain ward of the palace.

A group of people were in urgent discussion in the outer room, seven or eight people with serious faces, their fingers flying across virtual keyboards.

From the inner room came the sound of something breaking again, followed by Song Ke’s curses.

“Useless! A bunch of useless idiots! You can’t even delete a single post, what’s the point of keeping you?!”

The special assistant’s forehead was struck and bled by a flying cup. Blood trickled down his forehead, leaving a long red mark on his face.

A nearby junior assistant saw it and wanted to hand him a tissue but recoiled, too afraid.

On the sickbed, Song Ke’s face was flushed, his eyes bloodshot, already on the verge of collapse.

He was different from Song Yu. From a young age, he knew the throne would certainly be his, and every aspect of his life was strictly in accordance with the standards of an heir to the throne.

Although he couldn’t appear in public, within the upper noble circles, he had always maintained a perfect persona.

But all of this was about to be ruined by this post.

Ridiculous!

Just one post, and it could destroy everything he had?!

“If I find out who it was, I’ll skin them alive—”

Suddenly, a ringtone sounded, interrupting Song Ke’s curses.

The special assistant raised his hand. When he saw the name displayed on the terminal, his expression tightened.

“It’s Assistant Yin.”

Song Ke’s gaze shifted, and he motioned for him to answer.

A middle-aged Alpha in a suit appeared on the virtual screen.

Yin Rong: “His Majesty has commanded that His Royal Highness the First Prince come for a discussion.”

Special Assistant: “Yes.”

Song Ke was incredulous: “Why didn’t Father King tell me directly? Why send you to relay the message?”

In the past, whenever Father King needed to speak with him, he would personally send a message or call. He had never before sent Yin Rong to relay a message like this.

Yin Rong replied neither obsequiously nor arrogantly: “This is His Majesty’s intention; this humble one does not know the reason.”

Song Ke gritted his teeth: “…” Damn it!

---

On the other end, Rong Shi and Song Yu finally arrived at Chaocheng Street after their crowded bus ride.

This street was very famous on Imperial Capital Star; it was always packed with people, no matter the time.

The bus arrived at the station, the intelligent system announced the stop information, and the doors on both sides opened.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

He had never been in such a crowded place for so long.

Seeing that someone in front of him wasn’t moving, Song Yu urged, “Let’s go.”

Rong Shi observed the flow of people on both sides.

“Let them go first.”

There were over a dozen Alphas and nearly twenty Omegas in this group.

If they were to push their way out, physical contact with them would be unavoidable.

Song Yu noticed his observant gaze and smiled knowingly.

Suddenly, the back of his hand warmed, and Rong Shi was led out.

Song Yu: “Hold Gege’s hand tightly, don’t get lost, okay?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu’s voice was pleasant and highly recognizable.

The surrounding passengers, eager to exit, instinctively looked over when they heard his words. Someone let out a few low gasps.

“Holy crap! AA!”

“Amazing, such high quality!”

“They’re even holding hands!”

Song Yu, holding Rong Shi’s hand, walked with long strides from the platform to the main hall, followed by a large group of people chasing them to take photos.

“What’s the first item on our date agenda?” Song Yu asked in a good mood.

Rong Shi: “…”

There was no first item; he hadn’t even thought about such a thing.

[Your considerate dating assistant 01 is online to serve you, currently searching for dating activities. An uncountably large number of results have been retrieved. Three dating activities: eating, watching movies, and booking a room. Do you want to start in forward or reverse order?]

Rong Shi: “…” Booking a room is a dating activity?

[Yes, it is. Currently searching for highly-rated hotels nearby—]

Rong Shi: “…” We’re already sharing a room; why would we book another one outside? What’s wrong with you?

[…]

Serves you right for not having a partner.

“Let’s find a hotpot restaurant,” Rong Shi said, reversing his grip on Song Yu’s hand and quickening his pace. “I promised to treat you last time.”

Conventional hotpot restaurants were everywhere along the street.

Rong Shi chose the one with the highest overall rating that 01 had found.

“Order whatever you want,” Rong Shi scanned the menu and pushed the virtual screen towards Song Yu.

Song Yu sat there, quite relaxed: “I don’t know how.”

Rong Shi: “Order what you like.”

Song Yu: “You don’t even know what I like to eat?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Spoiled little Song Cat’s tastes were easy to guess; it was no challenge for Rong Shi at all.

Seeing that he really stopped asking for his opinion and quickly selected items on the virtual screen, Song Yu felt very curious.

He resisted, but couldn’t help it. Song Yu sat next to Rong Shi to watch him order.

Rong Shi noticed his sparkling eyes and chuckled. “Is there something you want to eat?”

Song Yu raised his hand, his slender finger pointing at a certain picture: “What’s this? It looks good.”

Rong Shi looked at the flamboyant picture, and without clicking to see the details, he selected one portion.

“Don’t know.”

Song Yu: “What about this one?”

Rong Shi: “You don’t even recognize potatoes?”

Song Yu clicked on it. The name clearly stated “yam.” He scoffed, “Is this a potato, damn it?”

Rong Shi: “The picture misled me.”

After a round, they had ordered everything they liked, everything that looked good in pictures, and everything they didn’t recognize.

It wasn’t until the food delivery robots kept coming in endless trips that they realized they had ordered too much.

Rong Shi placed the blanched beef into Song Yu’s bowl, which quickly became a small mountain of various ingredients.

Song Yu dipped it in some of the sauce Rong Shi had prepared and ate happily.

“Is this what a date is? How is it different from normal dining?”

Rong Shi: “Of course there’s a difference.”

Song Yu: “What difference?”

Rong Shi: “Normally we don’t eat this much.”

Song Yu: “…”

Rong Shi: “Hurry and eat, it’ll be dark soon.”

Song Yu: “…”

Dating a straightforward Alpha truly had no romance whatsoever.

Wouldn’t it be better to just play games with Bunny online? Coming all this way just to eat, eat, eat.

The uneaten food was eventually returned.

Song Yu was so full he didn’t want to say a word.

He was very dissatisfied with this start to their first date.

---

As they walked out of the store, they suddenly saw a couple passionately kissing under a tree across the street, making rather piercing sounds.

Previously, Song Yu had no interest in such scenes.

But now, he could grudgingly observe, perhaps it might come in handy later.

Seeing Song Yu stop, Rong Shi followed his gaze.

Song Yu asked curiously: “Won’t they bump teeth kissing like that?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Out of scope. Next question.

Song Yu: “Won’t they be put off by each other’s bad breath if they don’t gargle?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Next question.

Song Yu: “Why do their expressions look so ugly?”

Rong Shi: “…”

You’re quite particular.

Song Yu looked increasingly disgusted: “Tsk, why don’t they—”

“Do you want me to teach you how to kiss?”

Before he could finish, Rong Shi’s words interrupted him.

Song Yu turned his head to look at him.

Rong Shi’s gaze casually swept over the couple.

“Teaching is possible, but that’s a different price.”

Song Yu: “…”