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

Yan Zhao on the stage casually held a sword flower and cupped his fists to signify the end of the performance.

He glanced in the direction of Guan You, then put his sword behind his back. Although his Hanfu and hair were stained green by paint, he still straightened his back and showed great momentum when he left the stage.

The staff coming and going backstage didn't know about the paint. When they saw Yan Zhao walking towards the dressing room like this, they all looked at him sideways.

Yan Zhao picked up his schoolbag and walked directly to the back door of the auditorium.

As soon as he reached the door, several people stopped him.

"Classmate Yan, where are you going? Freshmen have to stay and watch the show." The director of the Arts Department, who was in his third year, listened to Yu Xi's order and stopped him like a senior.

Yan Zhao pointed to his green hair and said, "It's not good for me to go to the party if I don't behave well like this."

Everyone laughed and sarcastically said:

"Indeed, having green on your head and body doesn't mean a good thing."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, classmate Yan has no partner. Oh no, he doesn't even have friends."

"If I look like this, I will probably die of shame."

……

After talking for a while, Yan Zhao didn't reply a word. He just looked at them with a pair of bright eyes, as if waiting patiently for them to finish.

Faced with his attitude, everyone in the Literature and Art Department became embarrassed and gradually became silent.

The Minister of Literature and Art saw that his own momentum was weak. How could he complete the task assigned by Yu Xi?

"Ahem, no matter what, you can't break the rules. Now you have to go to the front audience area to watch the show. Follow me!"

The junior finally revealed his real purpose, which was to make Yan Zhao appear as a monkey in front of all the freshmen.

Yan Zhao shook his head and was about to leave when he saw a middle-aged male teacher in a suit walking from the side of the auditorium and asked in a loud voice, "What are you doing?"

The director of the Literature and Art Department panicked and turned around and said, "Teacher Zhang, we didn't do anything. It's just that Yan Zhao wants to leave. We want to take him to the front to watch the show..."

Oops, if the teacher finds out, he might allow Yan Zhao to change his clothes and come back again. Wouldn't that lose the meaning of watching?

Teacher Zhang's face was solemn, and with his hair gelled and motionless in the middle parting, an aura of majesty arose spontaneously.

"What are you talking about?!"

Yan Zhao just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Teacher Zhang say: "This classmate is disheveled and has seriously violated the dress code of the Mid-Autumn Festival Party. Now follow me and go to the solitary room to reflect."

The Minister of Literature and Art and others were stunned.

The solitary room is a place where only students who have accepted punishment can go.

Moreover, at Imperial College, everyone knows that the school rules of the highest university cannot be violated, and few people will be punished. Nowadays, only students who make serious mistakes in actual combat activities will be put in and locked up for one night.

"What are you guys doing standing still? Why don't you go do your own thing!"

Everyone responded quickly, and when they left, they looked back three times with unclear expressions on their faces.

As expected of Mr. Song, even Mr. Zhang, the head of the administrative department, can command him. The solitary room was completely dark, with no furniture or toilets. Once inside, you had to sleep on the cold floor and eat, drink, and defecate in the same place.

This is real mental torture...

Yan Zhao remembered seeing this article in the school rules, but he didn't feel that he had violated any rules.

"Teacher Zhang, I was not notified of the dress code for the Mid-Autumn Festival. And this is not a written rule written in the school rules. Logically speaking, I should not be sent to the solitary room." He tried to reason.

But Teacher Zhang said with a straight face: "How could I not notify you? Everyone's bracelets are connected to the intranet. You must have deliberately deleted them after receiving them!"

Yan Zhao rarely looked surprised at this ability to confuse right and wrong, and said, "I think the school's server should be able to check the sending and receiving records."

Teacher Zhang's face darkened: "I advise you not to waste any useless efforts. The result will definitely be your problem. Don't you believe it?"

Yan Zhao fell silent.

He didn't dare not believe it. During the days when he came to Imperial College to study, he had already felt the horror of the powerful system of the γ galaxy.

In the past, on the Edge Planet, although there were many criminals, there were always some safety measures to prevent them. Unlike now, it is said that we live in the ivory tower on campus, but in fact it is the strongest cage.

After figuring it out, Yan Zhao suddenly felt relieved.

With his ability, he can still support himself even if he is not at Capital Star or studying at Imperial College.

Yan Zhao is not a person who endures humiliation and burden. The reason why he was isolated in the past was because he really didn't care. But now it was absolutely impossible for him to go to a solitary room where he could eat, drink, have sex, and be humiliated.

Seeing Teacher Zhang step forward with the hand and foot restraints specially designed for punishment, Yan Zhao shook his head and said, "If I were not a student of Imperial College, the school rules would be useless to me, right?"

"W-what do you mean..." Teacher Zhang didn't expect him to say such words, so she tried to grab his wrist.

"I mean, I'm going to drop out now."

"Hmph, don't think that if you threaten me with this, I will relent!"

Teacher Zhang didn't believe him. Imperial College is the highest university that everyone aspires to. When you come here, you can make the widest connections and learn the best knowledge. How could someone drop out after being admitted?

"I didn't tell lies." Yan Zhao couldn't help but took out his student ID card from his school bag, "Let's go through the procedures now."

Looking at his behavior and expression, it didn't look like he was pretending. Teacher Zhang panicked.

Now that Dean Shen is away, no one can suppress Song Tingxi. It should be easy for him to help restrain Yan Zhao. But if the principal knew about such a big thing as dropping out of school, he would definitely investigate it thoroughly.

"you you……"

Yan Zhao saw that he couldn't explain it for a long time, so he walked towards the administration building and said, "Then I'll go find other staff to handle it."

Teacher Zhang stamped his feet on the spot, quickly ran to the corner and called Song Tingxi.

"Young Master Song, Yan Zhao said he wouldn't go to the solitary room and even said he was going to drop out of school!"

"Drop out?" Song Tingxi frowned, glanced at the boring program on the stage, and walked directly towards the door of the auditorium.

Guan You stood up and followed him.

Teacher Zhang complained endlessly: "Isn't that right? Yan Zhao is simply a lunatic. He has already gone to the administration building and said he wanted to find someone else to help him with the procedures."

Song Tingxi curled her lips slightly: "Go now? The employees in your department have already got off work."

"That's what he said, but he seems very determined. Maybe he will go through the formalities early tomorrow morning? Mr. Song, please help me. If he really drops out of school, Dean Shen will blame me. …”

"Okay, I won't make it difficult for you."

Song Tingxi was too lazy to talk to him. She turned to look at Guan You and asked, "Let's meet that idiot together?"

Guan You shook his head, his eyes tired: "I'll go back to sleep."