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

Yan Zhao walked out of the classroom in full view of everyone, followed Shen Ru on the small aircraft parked in the corridor, and flew towards the dean's office building.

Shen Ru did not let his assistant follow him, but only took Yan Zhao into the office.

"My child, I should apologize to you for what happened in the past two weeks." Shen Ru bowed to him solemnly.

Yan Zhao raised his hand to help.

Shen Ru thought he would be at a loss, but unexpectedly he looked calm and nodded and said: "Dean, there are indeed problems with the college management. But I also know that the background power of the students makes it difficult for the teachers to deal with it, so I am very curious about you. method."

Shen Ru held his hand and took him to the sofa area in the reception room to sit down. He crossed his fingers in front of him and looked at him with a smile: "You are as strong as I thought."

Yan Zhao shook his head and said seriously: "I'm not strong. To tell you the truth, I wanted to drop out of school last week because I really couldn't think of any good solutions. I've tried avoiding and reporting them, but they just won't let me go. .”

"I want to thank your class teacher for this. She persuaded you and told me the story as completely as possible." Shen Ru's eyes had the wisdom and peace of an old man.

He clicked the bracelet twice, then touched Yan Zhao's wrist and said, "This is my private number. I guarantee that you can contact me at any time except in places where the signal is missing."

Yan Zhao clicked save and pressed the dial button neatly.

Sure enough, Shen Ru's bracelet rang. He laughed twice and patted Yan Zhao on the shoulder: "Now, I want to treat you to a big meal. You must continue reading, I can't wait. I saw the pain of those children.”

Yan Zhao didn't know why.

He thought that proud men like Song Tingxi and Guan You would probably never encounter anything painful.

As for Tang Shijie and others, he was not sure. Maybe the dean could put pressure through their parents?

Shen Ru noticed his expression and knew that he didn't understand. However, this was exactly what he valued about Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao's emotional slowness is not only an excellent means to protect himself, but also a weapon to hurt others when necessary...

There were more and more aircraft on the college's helipad, and faces that had only been seen on the news were coming in and out of the dean's building one after another.

As expected, Shen Ru communicated with those prominent parents one by one.

He can do this not only because of his status as the dean of Imperial College, but also because he is the mentor of the current monarch of the empire.

Yan Zhao finally had a quiet week, and the tablet he bought arrived. Finally, he no longer had to work hard on the light screen of his bracelet to do homework.

Song Tingxi saw several scratches on the ultra-thin tablet, and the keyboard was not smooth when popping up on the screen.

"How much did you pay for it?" he asked.

Yan Zhao thought for a while and replied: "20 bottles of mineral water."

Song Tingxi tapped the table with her pen and chuckled: "You are quite vindictive. You refused to give in to me. Now when Shen Ru comes back, you will really succeed. But don't forget, there is a field practice every semester. Class, no one wants to team up with you, are you going to use this small body to carry the insect beast?"

"Let's talk about it then." Yan Zhao focused on setting up the tablet's functions and answered very perfunctorily.

Song Tingxi was very unhappy. He opened the outing application form that Li Yiwei got for him and found Yan Zhao's weekend arrangements.

"You have to go out on Saturday and Sunday. You are quite busy."

Yan Zhao frowned, thinking that Song Tingxi was in doom?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Tingxi stood behind him like a ghost and continued to ask: "Don't you work on Sundays?"

Yan Zhao put down the tablet and looked back, with a rare hint of anger, and asked: "Can I go out to play on Saturday? Why do you keep asking me?"

Song Tingxi was choked by his question, gave a loud "hum", folded her hands and walked away.

The world was finally clean. Yan Zhao concentrated on writing homework all night, leaving enough time for the next two days.

Li Yiwei is the son of the Director of the Information Department of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He has been studying with Song Tingxi since he was a child. He is currently studying in the Department of International Politics at Imperial College London.

Recently, his affairs have increased a lot, and they are all related to Yan Zhao. I originally thought that the surveillance investigation was enough, but unexpectedly, Young Master Song issued another instruction over the weekend to follow Yan Zhao.

"Master, you have never protected He Simiao so carefully before."

"Who said I want to protect him?" Song Tingxi said angrily, "I am afraid that he will seek foreign aid or even expose his experience to reporters. Although we can suppress the news, there may be consequences."

Li Yiwei rubbed his hair frantically: "Master, it turns out that you also know that what you did is too much. However, even if reporters knew, how could they dare to expose your news? Otherwise, just let him go. He has nothing to do with us. Hateful..."

"Let him go?" Song Tingxi sneered, "You and Simiao grew up together. He was suddenly sent to study abroad in the Principality of Beibing because Shen Ru and His Majesty wanted to seduce Yan Zhao to Ayou."

Li Yiwei was confused: "But there's no need to send Simiao away. Can't a dormitory accommodate four people?"

"Stupid." Song Tingxi sighed, "Don't you think about it, who does Simiao like?"

Li Yiwei slowly reacted: "Oh..."

All in all, Young Master Song was very determined to follow Yan Zhao, so Li Yiwei could only accept his fate, put on his bag, and queue up at the gate to leave the school.

After Yan Zhao walked out of the school gate, he walked straight to the platform of the underground high-speed rail.

Li Yiwei was just an aristocratic child who received an elite education and had no special agent training. Fortunately, Yan Zhao didn't know him, so he pretended to take the car outside and stood in the carriage, watching him guiltily from the corner of his eye.

Just looking at Yan Zhao's appearance, you can't tell that he is a scheming person. He has fair skin, a flexible and well-proportioned body, and a pair of eyes that are big and lively, as bright as a kitten's eyes.

Li Yiwei suspected that Yan Zhao himself didn't know anything about He Simiao. But Song Tingxi couldn't listen to any objections now.

"The Empire Entertainment Building is here, the Empire Entertainment Building is here..."

After five stops, Yan Zhao finally moved, and Li Yiwei quickly followed. Empire Entertainment Building Station…

This is where the empire's entertainment industry gathers, and the site is named after the central skyscraper.

Is Yan Zhao here to chase stars?

Li Yiwei thought he would go to a celebrity peripheral store, but unexpectedly, Yan Zhao went straight to the main entrance of the Empire Entertainment Building.

"This..." Li Yiwei saw Yan Zhao being taken in and stood at the door in disbelief, "Isn't this the young master's mother's company?"