As Song Yu stepped out of the room, he squinted at Rong Shi: “What are you laughing at?”

Rong Shi pulled him close, caressing his head, “My wife is beautiful, so I’m happy.”

Song Yu: “…”

The pheromone matching system was sealed, making related analysis very troublesome. The two went to the laboratory, and Rong Shi had 01 back up the samples collected by the researchers.

[Analysis report expected in one hour.]

Song Yu, holding Rong Shi’s hand, happened to overhear 01’s words.

As they left the prison, he asked in confusion, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, where did the matching system installed by 01 come from?”

Rong Shi thought for a moment: “I don’t know.”

Before his death, 01 was just an ordinary battle armor. After his rebirth, it inexplicably gained many functions, and several modules still lacked access.

Thinking he didn’t want to answer, Song Yu asked again, “Is it the same system as the one in the central intelligent system?”

Rong Shi: “Possibly.”

This was also his question.

01’s intelligent system, even 15 years later, was still cutting-edge. Without his command, it was impossible for it to invade the central intelligent system and steal the matching system.

[I’m not, I didn’t, I don’t know anything! Wuwuwu—]

Rong Shi: “…”

Back in the hovercar, Song Yu sent a message to Yin Rong, receiving a reply within two minutes.

“It’s not the central intelligent system’s,” he showed the message to Rong Shi, “The matching system is not duplicable, and the one in the central intelligent system is still there, which means 01’s is a different one.”

Rong Shi stared at the short message, falling silent.

The matching system was controlled by the ruler and three marshals of the military, and it was non-duplicable.

Rather than guessing 01 automatically wrote a matching system, the probability of it being directly transferred was higher.

Who tampered with 01?

That person must have been in contact with him after his death.

Was it Qian Li?

Thinking of this, Rong Shi turned to look at Song Yu, a faint suspicion forming in his mind, which he forcefully suppressed.

Rebirth itself lacked logic, and speculating about what happened after his death in the previous life seemed unnecessary now.

A line of text suddenly popped up on the virtual window.

[Yin: His Majesty wants to see Rong Shi before you leave.]

“What’s there to see?” Song Yu coldly refused.

After sending the message, he realized his words might be misinterpreted.

Afraid Rong Shi would misunderstand, he explained impatiently, “He never gives me a good face, let alone you. There’s no need to rush to get scolded.”

Rong Shi intertwined his long fingers with Song Yu’s, holding them tightly, and said calmly, “From now on, your husband will treat you well.”

Song Yu’s eyes flickered, and he leaned in with a smile, “How well?”

Rong Shi raised an eyebrow: “Anything you want?”

Song Yu nodded unhurriedly, draped an arm over Rong Shi’s shoulder and smiled, “Then let’s start with being a practice doll?”

Rong Shi: “…Rejected.”

Song Yu: “Anything I want? Is that all?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu got up, bent one leg to kneel beside Rong Shi, pressing his hands on Rong Shi’s shoulders, his gaze suggestively sweeping over the thin lips before him.

“I’ll tell you upfront, I’m not interested in some elementary school romance. Don’t think holding hands or a quick kiss will satisfy me.”

Rong Shi looked up, watching him with composure.

“Then what?”

Song Yu leaned into his ear, his lowered voice carrying a laugh: “I used to often hear about all sorts of bizarre games in the circle. How about we try them one by one?”

Rong Shi: “…”

He listened to Xiao Yu speeding in his ear, going faster and faster.

“Xiao Yu.” Rong Shi pulled him onto his lap.

Song Yu was enjoying the teasing, momentarily not realizing the problematic sitting posture: “Interested? Practice tonight?”

Rong Shi’s expression was calm: “Toy cars can’t get on the highway.”

Song Yu: “…Damn it.”

Song Yu sat back in his own seat, long legs crossed, looking coldly out the window, scoffing, “As if yours isn’t a toy? Ha.”

Rong Shi: “…”

The next day, the two returned to the Royal Academy, preparing to depart that afternoon.

Liu Hong, Chen Chen, and others, who hadn’t been seen for days, also gradually returned. The group huddled in Rong Shi’s temporary dormitory, chatting lively.

“It was still there when I went to sleep last night, but it was gone when I woke up this morning.” Liu Hong ate fried chicken, shaking his head and clucking his tongue, “Now he doesn’t need to make a public appearance, directly making a C-position debut and going down in history.”

Chen Chen leaned on the sofa eating fries: “What’s going on with He Nian? Has he been found?”

Old Bai sat cross-legged on the floor, biting into a hamburger: “No, right? Everyone in the friend group is saying he died, and it feels highly possible.”

Liu Hong nudged Qin Luo, who was buried in his food: “Hey, you’re close to the news circle, any inside info?”

Stared at by the group with gossiping eyes, Qin Luo calmly gnawed on a piece of salted ribs.

“Don’t ask, if you ask, I don’t know.”

Others: “…”

Liu Hong disdainfully: “What else do you know besides eating?”

Qin Luo retorted confidently: “I also know how to play!”

Liu Hong: “You freaking—you’re something else.”

In the bedroom, Song Yu signed and sent back the last document. As he walked out, he smelled the strong scent of junk food filling the room.

These young masters must have been cooped up for days.

“Bro, I saved you some fried chicken wings and ribs, super delicious.” Qin Luo sucked the salt and pepper off his fingers, pulled out a tissue to carelessly wipe them, and stood up to get Song Yu a chair.

Song Yu looked around: “Where’s my wife?”

Chen Chen: “He was just called away by the team leader, who said he needed to go say goodbye to the Royal Academy’s leadership.”

Hu Feng shook his head: “Famous people have more obligations. Bringing Daddy Rong along makes things more grand.”

He’s not a mascot, why not refuse such a thing? Song Yu frowned, turned, and walked out.

Qin Luo had just brought a chair over, and the person was gone.

“Bro, sister-in-law said he’ll be back soon, why don’t you eat while you wait?”

Song Yu opened the door, not even glancing at him.

“Wife’s not here, can’t eat.”

Qin Luo: “…”

Others: “…”

Would it kill them not to show off once?!

Does that mean those without wives don’t have to eat?!

Rong Shi was led around and then walked out of the dean’s office. The team leader smiled and patted his shoulder.

“Rong Shi, how are the pairing situations of the people in your team?”

This league, the military academy had a great harvest.

With Rong Shi leading the team and making a name for himself, other students were also looked upon favorably.

As soon as the league ended, many military officers from the military approached the military academy with pairing intentions.

Of course, Rong Shi was the most sought-after, but ordinary officers with average strength just had the thought of picking up scraps; they knew very well that such good prospects were hard to get.

Rong Shi said calmly, “They have their own life plans.”

Team leader: “…”

Being told to muddle through life sounded noble coming from him.

It was just a casual question, and the team leader didn’t dwell on it.

Liu Hong’s group were all born on Capital Star; their backgrounds weren’t bad, and their families weren’t short of food for them.

“I’ve sent you the list of interested officers. You have more choices than them; don’t waste this opportunity.” He looked left and right, whispering, “I think Major General Zhao Ji is very good…”

Rong Shi listened to him ramble, thinking about other things.

He Nian’s disappearance, besides the He family, the most anxious person should be Lin Jing.

Since He Nian was trained to be Xiao Yu’s exclusive omega, his strength and status within the organization must not be low.

With the sudden failure and disappearance of the mission, Lin Jing would certainly be vigilant.

Next, he and the Omega Rights Protection Organization would definitely take action.

A gust of wind blew, and out of the corner of his eye, Rong Shi noticed something floating towards him. He subconsciously reached out to catch it.

It was a blank sheet of paper with a sketch of a Persian cat.

The Persian cat had fluffy fur and an elegant posture, but it seemed unfinished, with both eyes hollow and without pupils, making it appear somewhat eerie.

“Excuse me, the wind was too strong, and I didn’t hold it down, so it blew away.”

Hearing the voice, Rong Shi turned around.

Five meters behind him stood a middle-aged male omega.

Though referred to as middle-aged, he looked no more than thirty, about 180 centimeters tall, with a small frame, appearing somewhat slender.

His features were delicate and soft, and when he smiled, his eyes curved, looking very gentle.

Rong Shi’s fingers twitched. He used his utmost self-control not to crumple the drawing in his hand.

The man approached, looking up at him with a smile, “Can you give it back to me?”

Seeing Rong Shi unresponsive, the team leader nudged him with his elbow: “Rong Shi?” Rong Shi lowered his eyes and handed over the drawing.

“It’s very well drawn,” his voice was low, “I also like Persian cats.”

The middle-aged omega took it back, his gaze sweeping over the cat on the paper.

He chuckled, “This is a posthumous portrait I drew for my cat at home.”

Rong Shi’s brow twitched.

His brow furrowed, then he subtly relaxed it.

That smile made him feel an extremely strong sense of discomfort.

Three men in black ran from the end of the corridor.

The middle-aged omega put away the drawing and waved to Rong Shi: “Thank you, goodbye.”

Rong Shi nodded slightly, watching him leave.

“Do you know this person?” The team leader asked doubtfully, “He doesn’t look like an ordinary omega; so dignified.”

Rong Shi coldly withdrew his gaze, rounded the corner and continued walking, his voice slightly tense.

“No.”

“Your Highness—!” The man in black’s voice trembled with nervousness, “Please don’t leave so suddenly.”

The middle-aged omega, called “Your Highness,” ignored him and turned to look in the direction Rong Shi had left.

“Your Highness, the principal has arrived,” another man in black said respectfully.

The middle-aged omega retracted his gaze, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening, but his eyes were cold.

“Let’s go.”

Back in the temporary living area, the team leader, having other matters to attend to, bid farewell to Rong Shi.

“Gather at Hall 1 at 2 PM; please make sure everyone is informed.”

Rong Shi: “Hmm.”

“Rong Shi.”

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly heard Song Yu’s voice. Rong Shi looked over.

Song Yu walked over from the gate: “Done dealing with things?”

“Yeah.” Rong Shi held Song Yu’s hand and nodded slightly to the team leader, “You go ahead and get busy.”

Knowing Rong Shi was a man of few words, the team leader was accustomed to his aloof attitude and turned to attend to his own matters.

Song Yu lowered his head, glancing at their clasped hands, and frowned.

Bunny’s hand is trembling?

“Rong Shi, what’s wrong—”

Before he could finish, Rong Shi gave him a meaningful look, pulling him back to the dormitory.

In the living room, seeing that Song Yu didn’t fancy the takeout, Qin Luo decisively decided to eat it himself.

Just as he picked up a chicken wing, ready to gnaw, the dorm door opened.

Song Yu, who had just left, returned with Rong Shi.

“Ahem, Bro, do you want to eat—”

Qin Luo awkwardly cleared his throat, only to find no one paid him any attention.

The two bigshots went straight to the bedroom, not at all interested in the chicken wing in his hand.

With a bang.

The bedroom door closed.

“What’s going on?” Qin Luo whispered.

The others exchanged glances, their expressions gradually becoming ambiguous.

“A short separation makes the heart grow fonder, perfectly normal.”

“Though this separation was a bit short, only about two hours.”

“Haven’t you heard, ‘a second apart feels like three autumns’? By that calculation, they haven’t seen each other for thousands of years. This dry wood and raging fire, hehehe—”

“Can two Alphas be this clingy in love?”

“The key is, how can Daddy Rong be this clingy?”

“Why is my brother so clingy?” Qin Luo puzzled, “This must be what love is, right?”

Rong Shi and Song Yu, who were speculated to be doing “good things” behind closed doors by the group, were currently in a heavy atmosphere.

Rong Shi sat on the chair, his hands clasped tightly, knuckles white.

“Xiao Yu.” He tried his best to control himself, but his voice was still icy cold, “Do you have a picture of the Queen?”

According to imperial custom, successive queens, apart from their public appearance at their wedding, would not appear in other public settings.

The current queen was a stepmother and had not held a formal wedding ceremony, so much so that besides a few people in the palace, even Rong Shi, who had been in the military for over a decade, didn’t know what she looked like.

From the moment he saw Rong Shi downstairs, Song Yu felt something was off.

Despite both being eighteen, Rong Shi was always terrifyingly calm, with a composure that suggested everything was under his control.

But now, that composure was shattered.

“Yes.” Song Yu didn’t ask why, opened his terminal, found the photo, and projected it onto the virtual screen.

Rong Shi looked up, his body stiff, blood flowing backward.

Just as he suspected, the omega he met in the hallway was the Queen.

But why did he look so much like his father?!

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Author’s note: 

Song Cat: Toy car can’t get on the highway? [Fist hardening]

Rong Bunny: In the interstellar era, we don’t go on the highway, we take off on the spot. [Pats head]