The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

The young master finally stopped talking and nodded obediently.

The Regent felt depressed: If it weren’t for the fact that Jiaojiao was injured, I would have eaten you up long ago.

In the dark night, the man gently comforted the little one.

Half a month later.

The wind is clear and the clouds are bright, the summer breeze is wonderful.

The Regent sat on the golden couch, holding the handsome boy in one hand and playing with half of an exquisite mask with the other hand.

The mask has a black base with a few golden lines outlined, and the light is flickering and spreading.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his temples were full of evil. "Yuyu, you will enter the Imperial College today. Put on this half mask."

Chu Shiyu was frowning. This bad habit can’t be changed, right?

It’s all the fault of the original owner. Why does he look so similar to his real self?

I felt depressed and shouted in my mind: "Cat, why do the original owners of these cats look so much like me?"

"Host, the original owner's appearance is adjusted according to your body, just like your name. It is adjusted in this way to make the host feel more involved. The original owner's original name in the world was not Chu Shiyu~"

"Why didn't you say so earlier~" When he was in the villain world, he used his own name, but his appearance and body were exactly that of the original owner.

"You didn't ask?" Maomao looked confused.

Chu Shiyu was pampered with good food and drink in the Regent's Palace for half a month, and he became more and more handsome.

The man's possessiveness became stronger and stronger, and he didn't like others peeking at the boy's eyes.

The handsome boy looked puzzled, "Brother, why are you wearing this?"

"Brother thinks Yuyu will look very beautiful wearing it." The Regent gently coaxed the little one.

The little guy complained in his heart: Do you really think he is a fool? It doesn't look good when I wear it~

But on the surface, she looked innocent: "Yeah, as long as brother likes it, Yuyu will wear it."

The man curved his lips, his eyebrows and eyes slightly smiling: "Yuyu is so good, come, brother will put it on for you."

"Oh, okay." The little head moved towards him.

The man put it on him gently with his delicate fingers and tied the black string.

The touch on the face is light and soft, not as harsh as imagined.

"Brother, do you look good?" Under the mask were a pair of clear peach blossom eyes, and his long, thick and curly eyelashes could be seen through the mask.

The mask covered the upper half of the boy's delicate face, leaving only his fair chin and pink thin lips exposed.

Although his delicate features were covered by 70% of his face, the man still pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

The bright eyes and white teeth revealed under the mask still made him feel excited.

The man gently lifted the boy's delicate chin with his fingers, staring darkly at his thin red lips.

With a strong possessiveness, he kissed her fiercely.

They rolled and lingered, fingers rubbing around the waist.

Her breathing became heavier, and she whispered hoarsely in the boy's ear, "Keep your mask on, and don't take it off until bedtime."

The warm breath sprayed on his ears, causing the boy's body to tremble slightly, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Okay, okay."

"My Yu Yu is so well behaved." The man's dissatisfied brows gradually relaxed.

The boy received his praise and hugged his neck happily.

She said coquettishly: "Yuyu will definitely study hard in the Imperial College and will never embarrass her brother."

"Okay, brother believes in you."

A low-key carriage slowly entered the gate of the Imperial College.

The stern-faced guard's eyes widened as he saw the seal of the Prince Regent's Palace engraved on the carriage.

Almost instantly, the carriage was released with swift action.

Open the heavy and tall mahogany door of the Imperial College, which is magnificent, ancient and full of solemnity.

The carriage passed through a winding garden and stopped at the gate of the Jijiu Courtyard.

The Regent has arrived today, and Fan Zhongyuan, the chief academic officer of the Imperial College, was the first to get the news, and he was waiting at the gate to greet him.

I saw an old man in a green robe, so simple without any decoration, but it still couldn't conceal his elegant temperament.

When Fan Zhongyuan saw the carriage stop, he came forward to greet them with a kind face and a smile on his face.

The Regent had a strong sense of oppression, but his expression was extremely gentle as he slowly led the young man wearing an exquisite mask down from the carriage.

The man's steady arms steadily caught the young man who playfully jumped into his arms from the carriage.

Fan Zhongyuan was surprised to see this strange scene. His gray eyes were stunned for a moment before he returned to his normal elegant state.

"I greet the Regent." He nodded slightly.

The Regent nodded grimly, his thin lips raised slightly: "Mr. Fan, today I will send the young prince to the Imperial Academy. You must teach him carefully. Do you understand?"

Fan Zhongyuan bowed and nodded: "Don't worry, Regent, we will definitely teach you well."

"With special permission from the king, the young master can study while wearing a mask. Do you understand?" His cold tone was filled with threats.

Old Master Fan shook his body slightly and quickly replied: "Don't worry, the young master has been ordered to enter the Imperial College, so this special permission is acceptable."

"Give the young master a room of his own, understand?" His sharp black eyes swept over Mr. Fan.

Mr. Fan felt as if a thorn was on his back, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "I understand."

"You are not allowed to criticize or scold the young master, understand?"

"Understand."

"You must not go against the wishes of the young master, understand?"

"Understand."

"..." Chu Shiyu was speechless, his veins throbbing. How worried was the old lady about sending her children to school?

It's endless, right?

“No…”

The regent was interrupted by the young man before he could finish his words.

She hugged his arm coquettishly and shook it: "Brother, brother, when can we go to school?"

"Yu Yu, be good. Mr. Fan will take you to school later." His tone softened when facing the young man.

The man glanced at the Jinyiwei Ye Yi beside him and ordered in a deep voice: "Protect the young master. If he makes the slightest mistake, all his clans will be killed."

Ye Yi nodded in fear and trepidation: "Yes." This little prince is his life from now on.

I didn't expect that the master attaches so much importance to this young master.

From then on, Ye Yi disguised himself as a book boy and took care of the young master's daily life in the Imperial College.

But he never expected that there would be the threat of extermination of the entire nine clans in front and the unscrupulous destruction of the young master in the back.

He couldn't argue with a fool. Oh, that's not right. He didn't dare to argue with a fool.

The young master reluctantly bid farewell to the Regent.

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The levels of study in the Imperial College are divided into introductory classes, elementary classes, intermediate classes, and advanced classes.

Each student will be promoted to a new class according to their age and assessment system.

Students who are 18 years old or older and have a grade B in the assessment can enroll in the advanced class.

Since Chu Shiyu was ordered to enter the Imperial College, he was directly admitted to the advanced class without passing any examination.

The dormitory rules of the Imperial College are also divided according to levels, and assessments are conducted once a month.

Class A can be divided into single-person rooms, Class B can be divided into double-person rooms, and so on. A maximum of four people can share a room.

But who can blame Chu Shiyu for having the imperial edict in front and the regent backing him up?