Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

Imperial College London.

This is the highest university in the γ galaxy. The current emperor and marshal of the empire all studied here. The freshmen in each class are either from prominent family backgrounds or are talented people.

Now, this is where Yan Zhao will live for at least four years.

Both parents were busy taking care of the family's small business, so Yan Zhao didn't allow them to send it away. He rented a floating ball for luggage and simply checked in.

His fingerprints had already been recorded in the dormitory, and as soon as he unlocked it, he heard a teasing voice coming from inside:

"While Simiao is away, there are still three people living in this dormitory. I just don't know if this Yan Zhao is easy to get along with."

Before Yan Zhao could open the door and introduce himself, a slender young man suddenly appeared next to him. He opened the door and shouted in a sticky voice: "Young Master Song!"

"Are you Yan Zhao?" the man who spoke just now asked lazily.

"My name is Yu Xi, Mr. Song. Speaking of which, we are also destined. There is a word in my name that has the same sound as yours."

Yan Zhao felt that the boy's sweet voice was a bit strange, but he didn't think too much, led the floating ball in, and explained seriously: "Hello, I am Yan Zhao."

Standing and sitting in the dormitory, there are two men with extremely outstanding looks and temperament.

Song Tingxi was leaning on the bed with a lazy look on his face. He was wearing a dark gold and dark green college uniform. The design was derived from military uniforms and made him tall and tall.

Yan Zhao thought to himself, this man's facial features should be considered handsome, right? Maybe Xiao Wan can tell that she likes handsome men best.

As for the man sitting on the chair next to the bed, he didn't say a word, his expression was cold, his eyes were looking out the window, and his profile was already very extraordinary.

His long legs were crossed and his body was slightly leaning back. Although his appearance was outstanding even to Yan Zhao, his cold eyes were a bit difficult to deal with.

Yan Zhao intuitively felt that it was unlikely that he would become friends with him in the future.

"What do you mean, you and this guy are... friends?" Song Tingxi looked at Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."

"We know each other now!" Yu Xi was very familiar with him. He hugged Yan Zhao's arm and said, "You are Yan Zhao who is second in the school, right? I have admired you for a long time, and from now on we will be Friends!"

Yan Zhao tilted his head and said seriously: "My emotional intelligence is very low and I may not be able to speak well. Are you sure you want to be friends with me?"

"Uh..." Yu Xi caught a glimpse of Song Tingxi from the corner of his eye, and thought about risking his life. This is the roommate of the son of the galaxy marshal. He is not a friend, so he can just ask for information!

"I don't care about this, hahahaha, I'm usually a big-hearted person..."

Yan Zhao didn't seem to hear the other party's perfunctory, nodded seriously and said: "Okay."

"Tsk."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in this voice. Song Tingxi knew that it was Guan You who was too noisy, so he immediately kicked out the guests: "Okay, we have nothing to entertain here, so those who are not interested can go out."

After all, Yu Xi was also the son of an imperial official. Hearing this, his proud little heart was a little hurt, but in the end he did not dare to confront Song Tingxi, so he had to pester Yan Zhao to communicate first.

After Yan Zhao and him added communication friends, they began to pack their things silently.

Song Tingxi looked at it for a while and suddenly asked: "If you don't ask, who are we?"

Yan Zhao was surprised. He stopped making the bed and said, "Song Tingxi, Lin You, I saw your information on the dormitory allocation page of the school website."

Song Tingxi was speechless. He was directly recommended to the school, and he didn't even know where the official website entrance was. After hearing what Yan Zhao said, could he still feel stupid in his heart?

In fact, this was Young Master Song judging a gentleman with a villain's heart. Yan Zhao was born not to know how to make friends quickly, so he just told the truth.

Song Tingxi, however, had a restless character and asked him again: "Then why didn't you ask me to add you as a friend?"

Yan Zhao finished making the bed, got off the top bunk, and exposed the wrists in his sleeves: "Sorry, I'm not sure if you want to be friends."

The real reason is that Yan Zhao likes to be alone, but he has lived for eighteen years, and his parents have at least improved his meager emotional intelligence. He knows that he cannot say such unfriendly words casually.

Song Tingxi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this kid didn't recognize her, but it turned out that he was just timid.

"Ayou doesn't like to add friends. It doesn't matter to me. If there is anything that needs to be discussed in the future, I will just let you know."

The royal family should have prepared a pseudonym-specific communication signal for Guan You, but the prince must be too lazy to use it.

On the surface, he was friendly to Yan Zhao, but in fact, Song Tingxi didn't care about civilians like him at all. He was a little upset after scanning the narrow dormitory.

It was his father and His Majesty the Emperor who insisted on some kind of people-friendly strategy to let him stay in the student dormitory. Not to mention, you also need to do your own hygiene.

You know, after going through the special training in the military camp before becoming an adult, Young Master Song has not had to personally organize the housekeeping for a long time, let alone recall the past of being tortured.

In the interstellar age, these tedious tasks can be done by robots, and only civilians can do it themselves. Well, just like this guy who is still cleaning the table by himself and is second in the school.

"From now on, the hygiene of the dormitory will be left to you." Song Tingxi said matter-of-factly.

Yan Zhao didn't understand, so he asked confusedly with a rag in his hand: "Do you want me to make a schedule?"

Looking at his cat-like bright eyes, Song Tingxi shook her head. She thought he was a smart person, but she didn't expect that Dean Shen actually arranged for a fool to come over.

If Simiao goes to study abroad and sends a good student who is similar to him, can he just pretend to be a fool?

Song Tingxi said to Yan Zhao dissatisfied: "I mean, you do it all by yourself."

Yan Zhao did not expect that the handsome Song Tingxi would say such a thing. He immediately shook his head and said, "I don't think this is good. Since this is where everyone lives, we should share the hygiene together."

"Pfft..." Song Tingxi lowered her head and smiled, turning to ask Guan You: "Isn't this person stupid?"

Yan Zhao was not angry at being laughed at like this. He never wasted time on irrelevant people.

"You can handle it." Guan You felt his head hurting. He stood up irritably, pushed the door open and left the dormitory, without even looking at Yan Zhao.

Song Tingxi knew that this was his old problem, so he didn't take it seriously. He looked Yan Zhao up and down and said, "Are you sure you don't want to take over the affairs of the dormitory? This is a good thing that no one can ask for."

"Ah?" Yan Zhao didn't understand what he was talking about at all, thinking that Song Tingxi might be sick.

Song Tingxi no longer wasted any time and clicked a few times on the light screen projected by the bracelet. His companion immediately helped set up a large Mecha Academy group, and a much-anticipated message was sent out:

[We are looking for a new roommate to swap with Yan Zhao and live in dormitory 405. Requirements: be well-behaved, capable, obedient and sensible]

Song Tingxi has been a star on StarNet since she was born. The marshal’s wife loves to interact with the people and often shares trivial matters in life.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the people of the entire empire watched Song Tingxi grow up. His high popularity has caused the number of applicants for Imperial College this year to reach a new high, 20% more than last year.

Except for some remote asteroids with magnetic field interference and unable to cover the star network, it is impossible for anyone not to know Song Tingxi.