Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

After the class was over, instructor Luo Zong called Ji Zhaixing out to have a talk.

The passing freshmen looked curiously, but they were blocked by a temporary light energy wall and couldn't hear the sound.Luo Zun could only be seen frowning, trying to lure bitterness and hatred, he should be persuading something.

... Couldn't it be to tell Ji Jiexing not to care about the person who slandered him?

These first-year students frowned slightly just thinking about it, feeling that the instructor was not a human being again.

In fact, the current situation in the light energy wall is very different from what they imagined, and what Luo Zong mentioned is only related to policy theory.It's just that at the end, Luo Zun hesitated for a moment, as if he was having trouble opening his mouth.

His eyes fell on the young man's soft and clean neck, and after a little tangled, he said: "I don't like to interfere with students' private lives."

Ji Zhaixing raised his head slightly: "?"

Luo Xi thought, although Tan Fumu was jealous, but he saw the closeness between the third prince and Ji Jiexing, so he shouldn't be just talking nonsense; after all, the third prince was involved, so I don't think he dared to spread such a rumor even though he had the guts.What's more, the situation of Ji Zhaixing is even more special - this young man has stated before enrolling that it is because of the third prince that he borrowed to study at Imperial College.Even being slandered, I want to bear it by myself, and I don't want to bother that person a little bit.

Normally, Luo Xi wouldn't care about this kind of students, but it would be a pity if such a good talent as Ji Zhaixing was wasted.

Luo Zun said again: "I know you young people think that love is heaven. But I hope that you still focus on your studies now and don't delay your future."

Luo Xi regretted Ji Zhaixing, but was a little disgusted and annoyed at Bai Chengchi.

The third prince didn't know what kind of person he wanted, but he caught his students flirting with each other without knowing how to measure.Now the first-year courses have not been on the right track, and when the real courses are full, Ji Zhaixing will not be able to bear it.

The instructor's expression became more serious, as if frost was hanging on his face, he said to him in grief: "Be more restrained."

Ji Zhaixing: "??"

In fact, he didn't quite understand what the instructor meant, but the truth in what he said was right.The young man raised his head slightly, and nodded as if making a promise.

So Luo Zong felt a little relieved.

No matter what, Ji Zhaixing is still an obedient and good student.

He is not very good at encouraging people, so he explained some things to Ji Zhaixing - the strategy and theory of the Lodia winery patrol battle must be finished, there is no time limit, and it will be sent to his private mailbox when it is finished .

This is a task assigned to Ji Zhaixing alone.

Luo Xun also feels very good about himself. This is the "special care" he gave to Ji Zhaixing when he saw that Ji Zaixing was dragged down too badly by his feelings.

If it were another freshman, he might already be complaining and wondering if the instructor was targeting him at this time.But Ji Zhaixing is also different from ordinary people. Faced with the sudden extra homework, he didn't have any objections. Instead, he asked for details very seriously, and then made an appointment with Luo Xun when he would hand it in.

By the time Ji Zhaixing had discussed with the instructor, the first graders had almost left.

...Of course, Luo Xun might have stared him away coldly.

Although no one was there at this time, Tan Driftwood still stayed in the classroom.He seemed to be in a bad mood, lying prone on the table, with a protruding and thin spine raised high, looking even a little deformed; originally there were friends who came to call him, but after learning that Tan Driftwood might be because of something After being so "sad" because of the reason, there was also some contempt in his eyes.Deliberately passing by him, there was sarcasm in his arrogant voice.

"Let's go."

No one pays attention to him.

It took Tan Driftwood a long time to sit up.His eyes were still dry and red, but he didn't cry, he just listened carefully to the sounds outside, then got up, and bumped into Ji Zhaixing.

Ji Zhaixing has drawn a lot during this time, but he still looks younger than others.The boy's skin and bones are like white jade, extremely delicate.The body is something that Tan Driftwood can't touch, the youthful innocence and beauty.

Looks good, much better than the biting envy he hides in the dark.Tan Driftwood thought.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, as if he was very unwilling, and his tone seemed to be drawn from an old furnace, and it was not pitiful at all.Obviously Tan Driftwood had already decided to cry loudly, so as to win the mercy of Ji Zhaoxing; but now he is just weak and decadent:

"sorry."

Ji Zhuixing fixedly looked at him.

Looking from Tan Driftwood's shoulders to his face, he quickly realized that the person in front of him might be the person who framed him as the mentor said.

He is not familiar with Tan Driftwood at all.

I don't know why the other party would do this.

The roving eyes were like boiling oil poured on fire, which made Tan Driftwood extremely impatient.Tan Driftwood was remorseful and ashamed, closed his eyes fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's me who shamelessly framed you. Whatever you want, I, I can compensate you. Please don't be dissatisfied. , go to mentor Luo Zun."

The most important thing is that you must never report to the academy.

Ji Zhaixing said: "I won't tell the instructor."

This sentence is like a lakeside in the desert, endowing Xing Xing with courage in life, Tan Driftwood suddenly opened his eyes, and said in a difficult voice, "You, you forgive me?"

"Why should I forgive you?" Ji Zhuixing glanced at him, the boy's eyes were beautiful, with a tinge of red at the corners of his eyes, "I don't want to waste time on this, please move away."

Tan Driftwood turned sideways, and then Ji Zaixing passed by him, his voice was very light, as indifferent as if covered with frost and snow.

"But I don't want the same thing to happen again. If you have any doubts, you can ask me directly, and don't delay the class time."

He passed by Tan Driftwood's side, his thin skeleton, and his wrist, which seemed to be broken when he folded, were all reflected in Tan Driftwood's glance.

But Tan Driftwood didn't dare to stop him, and just kept silent, as if someone strangled his throat at that moment and lost the ability to speak.

Ji Zhaixing didn't accept anything from him, nor did he forgive him.As a result, Tan Fumu couldn't sleep at night, and he always dreamed when he closed his eyes that he was kicked out of the academy, and the sword of Damocles fell from the high-hanging sword of Damocles under the contemptuous gazes of the people around him.

But nothing happened.

Even if Ji Zhaixing ran into him, he didn't show any expression, as if Tan Driftwood was just an ordinary classmate, and there was no communication between them.

Tan Driftwood lost weight, and still dreamed, but this time the content of the dream became that when Ji Zhaixing confronted him, he glanced at him lightly, with bright eyebrows and thin red eyes; The fine snow is gathered, like a wrist that can be broken when it is folded.

·

Recently, Ji Zhaixing prefers to make sweet soup. Sometimes it is stewed with rock sugar and green lotus petals, and sometimes it is made with honey lotus heart and horseshoe fruit soup. In short, it is weird.Bai Chengchi wasn't supposed to be sweet, but when Ji Zhuixing made it, he would take the initiative to drink it. The taste of honey was on his lips and teeth, and it was so sweet every day.

Bai Chengchi felt that Ji Zhaixing should be the same as him...

The third prince looked at Ji Zhai Xing who was spreading out a stack of materials from a distance, browsing the content at a glance and taking a spoon by the way.

How could he be so multitasking?

Bai Chengchi thought.

Then he watched Ji Zhaixing's snow-white skin, which was steamed into pale pink by the hot air in the kitchen.The boy's skin and bones, which were made of ice and snow, seemed to have been rubbed a little brighter, extending from the wrist up to the hidden folded cuffs.Bai Chengchi looked at it, and suddenly felt a bit itchy, wanted to bite that wrist, or squeeze his fingertips, to see if Ji Zhaixing's whole body was as sweet as that rock sugar.

Bai Chengchi was just thinking about it, and it was impossible to put it into practice—but that strange idea that popped up suddenly, was like a thorny vine deeply rooted in the desert, and it was difficult to get rid of. The reverie made Bai Chengchi's cheeks blush to earlobe.

When Ji Zhaixing brought out the sweet soup, he saw Bai Chengchi raised his head and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.A document covered his face, blocking his expression.

The third prince still paid great attention to his image in front of Ji Zhaixing. Ji Zhaixing had never seen him so lazy with a book on his face, so he stared at him for a while in novelty before reminding him that the soup is ready.

But Bai Chengchi didn't move, and after a while, he took down the document and went to drink soup.

At this time, his expression was as usual, but his earlobe was still a little hot, and occasionally he would show some annoyance.

After drinking the sweet soup, Ji Zhuixing wanted to go to the study to look up information to make a strategy, but was stopped by Bai Chengchi.

The third prince looked up at him slightly, his eyes, which were as bright as the scorching sun, seemed to have golden rays of light flowing in them, but there was a little coldness in them.He said: "during this time, has anyone troubled you?"

The source of Bai Chengchi's news is not very accurate, after all, no one is willing to gossip in front of the prince—especially when it is related to the prince himself.

But Bai Chengchi still heard some rumors, it is said that a freshman was slandered as someone who wrote a strategy for him, and the instructor lost his temper because of this incident.Bai Chengchi immediately thought of Ji Zhaixing, but he also felt that no one would be so short-sighted to bully his prince and concubine candidate... and no matter what, if such a thing happened, he would always be notified .

Just in case of accident, Bai Chengchi still asked.

Even if they won't be slandered, the heirs of those aristocratic families are more exclusive than each other.

Ji Zhaixing paused slightly, recalling the experience during this period.

"The tutor is very responsible and takes good care of me, and the classmates are easy to get along with." Even too enthusiastic.

Bai Chengchi was slightly suspicious: "Is that so?"

This year's first-year freshmen have such a good temper, and the well-known stern and ruthless mentor Luo Zong seems to have changed his temperament.

Bai Chengchi didn't think about it, he drank the sweet soup in his hand and put it in a bowl, then said to Ji Zhaixing: "It's almost the beginning of October, and the academy has decided to set up the first public practical class for the freshmen of your conducting department. Just a week later, it will be linked with the mecha department, so it’s no surprise.”

The practical class is still taught together with the mecha department, so it should be the mecha combat course.

Ji Zhaixing remembered that in the "Story", his mech grades had always been very... hard to describe, and he didn't know if he could improve it if he worked hard.

Bai Chengchi saw the young man's eyes slightly closed, looking a little frustrated, for some reason, his heart moved slightly, a sour and impatient feeling came up, and he regretted that he had just spoken, with a little gloating.

He just wanted to tease Ji Zhaixing, he didn't intend to really make people cry.

The third prince, who had always been arrogant, lowered his eyes slightly, and tentatively probed: "Practical class...are you afraid?"

"Fear doesn't count." Ji Zhuixing came back to his senses, and laughed a little, "At most, I'm a little worried."

After all, mecha practical operations accounted for a large proportion of grades, and Ji Jiexing needed to graduate from Imperial College with excellent grades in order to earn a large amount of star coins.

At this time, Bai Chengchi remembered that Ji Zhaixing is a boy who is in the stage of differentiation...and is very likely to become an Omega.

Although in the history of the empire, there were Os who went to the battlefield and could operate S-level mechas—for example, his mother queen was an imperial general with many victories before she got married, but most of the Os were very weak.

Like Ji Zhaixing, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have chosen to enter a military school like Imperial Academy.

A strange feeling suddenly emerged in Bai Chengchi's heart, like exasperated distress, but also inexplicably throbbing.

He wanted to hide Ji Zhaixing, not to mention any practical lessons, he wanted to prevent any possibility of damage, and turn Omega into a fragile treasure that belonged to him alone.

But this is not right.

Neither Bai Chengchi's education nor his rationality allowed Bai Chengchi to do such a thing.

The silver-haired and golden-eyed prince raised his eyes slightly, which was rare, a little nervous and authentic.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'll teach you."

·

Bai Chengchi's teaching is not about going to the mecha field to practice with Ji Zhaixing now, the main reason is that his exclusive mecha is 3S level, and he has to report to the academy every time he uses it, which is more motivating.And if he borrowed ordinary mechas, I'm afraid it would be even more mobilizing. Those mechas couldn't sustain his mental strength and could only be turned into disposable items, which would fall apart after use. The financial office of the college had complained to him many times about this.

So Bai Chengchi led Ji Zhaixing to the basement.

The basement was assigned to Bai Chengchi's territory when Ji Zhaixing moved in, so Ji Zhaixing never came down.

This place is extremely dark, even with Bai Chengchi leading the way in front of him, Ji Zhuixing can only vaguely see a dark blue robe.When he moved forward again, he was caught by something and fell forward.

This is a stair-shaped road, Ji Zhuixing thought he would fall badly, but at that moment Bai Chengchi turned around and caught Man in his arms.

He was clearly a thin boy, and his whole body was as light as if he had few bones, but the feeling of falling into his arms was extremely soft, like holding a handful of fluffy fresh snow.The skin touched by the fingers is also cold and delicate, which is extremely comfortable, but it is too soft, as if a pinch can leave a blue-red fingerprint.

Bai Chengchi's breathing stagnated at that moment, and his face turned red all of a sudden, I don't know if it was because he was holding his breath, or for some other reason.

The surroundings are silent, except for the sound of heartbeat, which is surprisingly joyful.So much so that His Highness the Third Prince, who was so guilty, even wanted to "blame" Ji Zaixing first, so how could he be so good... Suddenly he threw himself into his arms.

Even if you thank him, you can pick a better time.

However, Bai Chengchi soon discovered that Ji Zhaixing's eyes were slightly empty and dazed, as if he couldn't find the focal length, so he reacted instantly. Omega's physique is still not as good as A, especially an A with his physique.

"I'm sorry," Bai Chengchi said, "I forgot that it's dark here, you can't see."

Ji Zhaixing laughed: "It's a little bit."

Then propped up his body, trying to stand up from Bai Chengchi's arms.

Bai Chengchi slightly lowered his head and stared at the beautiful young man in front of him, his gaze was somewhat dangerous.Ji Zhaixing couldn't see it, so he only heard the hoarse voice: "It's too, it's too dangerous... Shall I carry you down?"

Ji Zhaixing was a little at a loss: "How about lighting a lamp?"

"..."

Bai Chengchi let go of his hand with a stern face, and lit up the virtual screen, and the strong light shone through the path.

It's just that he didn't allow Ji Zhaixing to resist, and held the young man's hand again, and said angrily: "I still hold it, lest you roll down and I can't hold you back."

Ji Zhaoxing did not object.

The slender and white fingers were clenched tightly.

At this time, Bai Chengchi was leading Ji Zhaixing, his back was straight, he seemed a little nervous for no reason, his back even leaked a little sweat, and after walking for a while, Bai Chengchi said: "Here we are."

I never realized it was such a short distance.

The place below is not connected to any mecha cold battle site, but a large-scale equipment composed of countless precision instruments and pipes weaving into a network in midair.The joints of those pipelines finally converge on two devices similar to dormant cabins.

Bai Chengchi said in a low voice: "All the places where mecha warriors exercise their mental strength, physique and proficiency in mecha operation."

"Virtual Battle Star Network."