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

"Lin You, you, you..."

The swimming teacher was so frightened that he could not speak.

Guan You picked up the student with one hand, threw him to the ground, then stepped on his stomach, glanced around the crowd, and asked coldly: "Have you had enough trouble?"

I don't know why, even though they knew he didn't have a prominent background, everyone still didn't dare to say anything.

The student who was trampled didn't even realize what happened. His stomach was squeezed to the point of nausea, and his throat made a sound of vomiting.

After a minute or two, a student standing far away boldly asked: "Lin You, do you want to help Yan Zhao?"

Guan You glanced at him lightly, and the student sat down on the ground in fright.

That's right, he is a mutant, and a very powerful mutant!

Yan Zhao followed the silent Guan You and quickly walked out of the swimming pool and came to the large bathroom.

His bracelet started ringing and kept ringing.

Yan Zhao had no choice but to find a stool by the window, sit down, and answer the video request.

"Zhao Zhao, why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Wei Shaojie's tone was exaggerated, and he covered his eyes at the other end of the video, but the gap between his index finger and middle finger was so big that Yan Zhao didn't even bother to expose him.

"I just finished my swimming lesson. Behind you...is the starship station?"

"Bingo!" Wei Shaojie shook the camera and turned around, "I have arrived at the capital star. The company has an aircraft to pick me up outside the station. I will call you again when I get to the dormitory."

"No, just send the message directly." Yan Zhao held his forehead.

"Zhaozhao, do you dislike me? When I come to Imperial College to find you, you won't refuse to see me, right? Have you met better friends..."

Yan Zhao raised a smile and quietly watched Wei Shaojie walking while talking to his bracelet.

Guan You had already changed his clothes. He grabbed the white bath towel on his shoulders and wiped his black hair roughly and vigorously.

He glanced sideways at Yan Zhao and saw the water droplets on the short hair falling drop by drop, landing on the shoulders and chest where the flesh and bones were still...

Although he was dripping wet and had just suffered a humiliation, there was no sign of Yan Zhao feeling sad at all. As soon as he saw his friend, he instantly became happy.

Who is that person on the other side of the video?

Guan You suddenly took away the towel, closed his eyes, and punched the wall.

Yan Zhao was startled and looked up to see another group of people walking into the large bathroom.

"I'll hang up now, change clothes and go to the next class."

Before Wei Shaojie could say "I'll see you in two days", the communication was disconnected. He was so depressed that he sent several messages asking for comfort.

Although the incident in the swimming class was escaped, rumors that Yan Zhao came from the edge planet and was carrying unknown germs spread like mushrooms throughout Imperial College.

As a result, the cafeteria became the hardest hit area. Wherever Yan Zhao appeared, no one dared to sit at the eight tables at the front, back, left, and right.

Fortunately, Imperial College has already banned the cafeteria aunties, and all of them are robots. As long as the robot doesn't discriminate and can eat enough, Yan Zhao doesn't care.

There is an Empire History class on Friday, which is taught by the freshmen as a group. As soon as the lecturer entered the classroom, he found that there was an empty space in the crowded lecture hall.

Those standing freshmen would rather grab the steps than sit on them.

"Students, please take your seats as soon as possible and do not crowd the aisles."

The freshmen ignored the lecturer's words and remained motionless. He urged a few more times, and some students yelled: "Teacher, the people sitting there carry germs, we dare not sit there."

Song Tingxi's eyes immediately locked on Yan Zhao. He wanted to see how Yan Zhao would respond to such accusations in front of hundreds of people.

Guan You on the side folded his arms and buried his head in his arms, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Yan Zhao stood up and explained to the lecturer what he had explained to the swimming teacher.

But the situation this time was obviously different from the swimming class. Last time it was a small class with only twenty people. This time the lecturer faced the demands of hundreds of people. Seeing that the class was about to go on, he coughed twice and said:

"Classmate Yan Zhao, please go back to the dormitory first. I will put the courseware on the teaching website. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me again."

History class is the earliest morning class. The lecturer thinks that not many people will listen carefully. Maybe, this classmate will also thank him for letting him go.

Yan Zhao remained motionless.

The ridicule of the crowd did not waver him, but the lecturer's words made him very dissatisfied.

"Teacher, I am still a student at Imperial College. It should be my right to attend lectures. There is no evidence that I have any infectious disease, so you should not deprive me of this right."

Guan You suddenly raised his head and whispered: "Is it still happening now?"

"Oh, you don't know." Song Tingxi leaned over and said, "This guy wanted to drop out of school last week, but his class teacher persuaded him to stop. I don't know how long this advice can keep him going."

After he finished speaking, he stared at Guan You's expression without blinking, trying to read his emotions.

But Guan You didn't even look at him and continued to sleep, as if he wasn't interested in how things would develop.

Song Tingxi stared at the back of his head suspiciously, thinking: Ayou, do you really not care at all about this person who can calm your restlessness?

For the first time, there was something that they were afraid to ask about between two people who had grown up together. However, Song Tingxi still doesn't know what this means.

On the podium, the lecturer was a little annoyed by Yan Zhao's resistance. He slapped the table with the history book in his hand and said angrily: "I have promised you private tutoring. Doesn't this satisfy your right to attend the lecture? If you If you are not even satisfied with this kind of preferential treatment, get out of school as soon as possible!"

The whole class burst into laughter, and someone shouted, asking Yan Zhao not to disrupt the classroom order again.

There was strength in numbers, so the responsibility fell entirely on him.

Yan Zhao's heart ignited the flames of anger. He no longer protested with the lecturer, but sat down and stood firm as a rock. Don’t these people say they have germs on their bodies? Dare you reach out now?

That rumor really had some effect. The proud students were unsure of his details and wanted to drive him away, but were unwilling to do it themselves.

When the situation reached a stalemate, Tang Shijie pushed aside the students blocking the passage and strode towards Yan Zhao.

"Let me do it! This idiot—"

As soon as he approached, a majestic voice came from the door of the classroom: "I have been away for two weeks, and bullying has become common in the college. It seems that I have to have a good talk with your parents."

Everyone looked towards the door and saw an old man wearing a brown gown standing there. His long white beard reminded Yan Zhao of the sweeping monk in a costume drama.

The lecturer was shocked, ran to the podium in a hurry, and bowed to the old man: "Dean Shen, this, this is my dereliction of duty. I will start class immediately."

"No need." Shen Ru waved his hand and told the assistant behind him, "Immediately go investigate the situation in the past two weeks and interview the parents. If there are any faculty members who have neglected their duties, all of them will be suspended and will be handled by the school committee."

Then he approached the classroom, came directly to Yan Zhao, and stretched out his hand: "Child, come and talk to me."

Song Tingxi, who was sitting in the back row, crossed her arms and murmured: "Sure enough, Shen Ru is his backer."