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

Imperial College's courses are generally tightly scheduled. Yan Zhao only had no classes from 8 to 10 a.m. the next day. He still got up early and wanted to go to the school supermarket to buy some daily necessities.

As soon as he walked out of the dormitory building, he was stared at.

Different from yesterday, Yan Zhao was somewhat wary. When a basin of water fell from the sky, he immediately dodged away, but his shoulders and legs were still wet.

"Sorry, I didn't see you passing down there." The man upstairs apologized insincerely. He was an ordinary-looking man with glasses.

Yan Zhao confirmed that he didn't know him, and as soon as the excuse of "didn't see it" came out, he couldn't hold on to her, so he had to walk away silently, but he changed direction and headed towards the dean's office building.

The guard told him that the dean was on a business trip to other planets and would not be back in the short term. Yan Zhao retreated to the next best thing and wanted to meet the vice dean.

"Hey, the vice president isn't here either. The leaders of our college are busy."

The guard was absent-minded, and his expression didn't seem like he was deliberately trying to embarrass Yan Zhao.

There are not many departments at Imperial College. The entire college offers elite courses, and only a few can pass the exam based on their true ability.

There are not as many students as in ordinary schools, and there are fewer leaders. Yan Zhao found their mailbox on the official website and planned to send an email to report.

After taking care of this matter, Yan Zhao navigated on his bracelet to the second teaching building where today's class was held. After walking a few steps, he ran into Tang Shijie and his henchmen.

"Hey, you are planning to come to the dean's building to complain this early in the morning?" Tang Shijie glanced at the building not far away and smiled wildly, "Don't you think that dean Shen can control Mr. Song?"

There was no trace of embarrassment at being laughed at on Yan Zhao's face, but he asked: "Can't he control it? Then how can he arrange Song Tingxi's roommate?"

Tang Shijie choked at his question, raised his fists, and said grimly: "Dean Shen has the final say in the administration of the school, but he doesn't have the clairvoyance and ears to know how you are doing. Come on!"

He gave an order, and four or five doglegs rushed towards Yan Zhao.

The academy prohibits the bringing of any high-tech weapons and knives, and the people here are just using their bare hands. Yan Zhao glanced around and saw clearly everyone's movements.

First, he blocked a heavy punch, and then raised his leg to sweep the other person's lower body. In just a few moves, the four or five people who surrounded him did not take advantage.

"Are you useless? You can't even beat this little weakling?!"

Yan Zhao doesn't like to hear this. Although he is not as tall as Tang Shijie, he has lived on the edge of the second star since he was a child. The school has to teach self-defense courses, and he has always been the one who learns the best.

There were so many people on Tang Shijie's side, and Yan Zhao took a few blows. Although he was not seriously injured, he gradually became exhausted.

This is not a small road, and people are passing by soon. Yan Zhao fights and retreats, looking for help, but no matter who sees him, they avoid him.

Yan Zhao called "classmate" twice and finally realized that he seemed to have offended Song Tingxi quite a lot.

What an inexplicable man.

After getting two scratches on his face and a few bruises on his body, a professor finally passed by and loudly stopped Tang Shijie's group and said he would send them to the security office.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Yan Zhao reported to the old professor: "Professor, they may come back to trouble me in the future. Can you help me contact the dean or their parents?"

Tang Shijie and others were taken away by the security guards, but they still showed no remorse, obviously knowing that the security guards could not do anything to them.

The old professor wiped his eyes and said with evasive eyes: "Classmate Yan, see if you can apologize to Song Tingxi. As long as we have a good relationship with him, these things will naturally not happen."

Yan Zhao's eyes darkened: "Professor, I understand."

"This, this...hey, it's not that I don't want to help you. Our empire's system is like this, who in this academy can defeat Song Tingxi?"

Yan Zhao quickly cheered up and smiled at the old professor: "Thank you for helping me out today. I'm going to class."

The old professor was dazzled by his smile, and was stunned for a moment. The young man had already walked far away, and the cheap clothes on his body were vaguely damaged and stained.

In a corner where the two of them couldn't see, there was Song Tingxi's subordinate who recorded the entire process and reported it to his bracelet at any time.

After the morning class of the command department, Song Tingxi jumped out of the mecha cockpit and checked the reports of his subordinates.

"He's still a tough guy." Song Tingxi shook his head.

Doesn't that fool know that resisting will only provoke more violent revenge?

Guan You got off another mecha. As soon as he approached Song Tingxi, all the others who wanted to come forward to please the marshal's son stopped.

Although I have never heard of the name "Lin You", looking at Song Tingxi's appearance, it seems that she has a good relationship with him.

Moreover, the terrifying strength Guan You showed in the mecha test just now made people dare not underestimate him.

"Are you still worried about Yan Zhao?" Guan You frowned, and his deep facial features looked even more cold and inaccessible.

"Yan Zhao, hey, it's just a matter of fun. He's a silly fool. He doesn't want to help, but he still says thank you."

Guan You was not interested in this and said coldly: "Keep your balance."

"Don't worry, we won't kill him."

With just a few words from two men at the top of power in the γ galaxy, Yan Zhao's fate was destined to be difficult.

Returning to the dormitory that night, Song Tingxi looked at his torn clothes and scarred face without saying a word.

"Classmate Song." Yan Zhao walked up to him and thought it would be better to discuss it first, "How can I stop those classmates from attacking me?"

"I thought you were stupid, but it seems you're not." Song Tingxi raised her hand and lightly brushed the red mark on his face with her fingertips, causing him to hiss.

"It's very simple. From today on, you will be my dog. If I ask you to go east, you will never go west."

These insulting words made Yan Zhao, who was naturally lacking in emotions, very uncomfortable.

He looked at Guan You and saw that he was still tapping something on the light screen, turning a blind eye to Song Tingxi's actions.

That's right, people who have a good relationship with Song Tingxi look like the same person at first glance.

"I can't do this." Yan Zhao said calmly and turned back to his desk.

Song Tingxi's heart was filled with anger.

He didn't understand why. They had only known each other for two or three days, but whenever he saw Yan Zhao's face that seemed to be invincible, he became very angry and insisted on seeing Yan Zhao's begging for mercy.