Yun Xunlan woke up the next day with a bit of back pain.
He suspected it was because his sleeping position was wrong last night—no matter which kind of “sleeping” position, they were all wrong.
Because Yu Chen would become susceptible just from touching his pheromones, and after he softened and gave Yu Chen an invalid mark, it became even worse, causing Yun Xunlan to be strangled awake by the man in the middle of the night.
He opened his eyes and looked through the hazy moonlight, discovering Yu Chen wasn’t sleeping on his pillow. To absorb every trace of pheromone scent emanating from his body, the man had burrowed entirely under the covers, burying his face against his lower abdomen, arms coiled around his waist like swimming snakes, legs also pressing tightly against him. He slept very contortedly, causing him to sleep contortedly too, unable to straighten his back and lie properly.
Yun Xunlan knew Yu Chen couldn’t control the alpha’s nesting instinct, but wouldn’t sleeping like this cause back pain the next day?
Then the next day, Yun Xunlan found out: the back would indeed hurt, but it wasn’t Yu Chen who hurt—it was himself. After all, only his pheromone pressure still maintained high-level alpha standards.
Besides this, Yun Xunlan also suspected whether Yu Chen had some special fetish.
Because Yu Chen’s performance last night was a bit crazy, very much like what he had seen when studying related knowledge before—a special sexual fetish called “dirty talk.”
But honestly, this kind of play was actually quite stimulating. Yun Xunlan felt he could accept it, and it was very convenient for completing, even exceeding his daily tasks. The only downside was probably that it might be overstimulating, causing back pain?
Of course, his back pain might also be caused by the contorted sleeping position in the latter half of the night.
However, a qualified partner should accommodate their lover’s harmless little fetishes. Therefore, if Yu Chen wanted to play, Yun Xunlan was willing to play with him.
Yu Chen also believes that accommodating a lover’s slightly naughty little fetishes is a required course for a qualified partner. If Yun Xunlan wants to play, then he should accompany him, right?
So Yu Chen accompanied him last night.
But the next day, he became depressed.
He fell into a sage mode of “emptiness, absolute emptiness” and “sorrow, endless sorrow,” feeling that the world and his heart were both gray, except for the green above his head.
The blue betta fish could green him, his mouth could green him, and there was even a beast called “Fish-Keeping Expert” online who gave money to others every day to green him.
Thinking of this beast, Yu Chen instantly stopped being depressed. As his name suggested, he logged into his alt account with a serious face to see if the Fish-Keeping Expert had responded to his battle challenge post—Yu Chen still hadn’t directly cursed this person. He couldn’t gauge how perverted this online deviant was. What if he cursed back with “Say more, I love to hear it”?
So Yu Chen decided not to curse. He would just fight. He sent a battle challenge to the Fish-Keeping Expert using his alt account—his main account was still muted.
After waiting for two days, Yu Chen checked and found that the Fish-Keeping Expert had deleted the account and fled?!
But the Fish-Keeping Expert, who successfully fled, was Yun Xunlan himself, who didn’t even know that Yu Chen had challenged him with an alt account. If it had been from the main account, he might have seen it because he followed Yu Chen’s main account. The private message from the alt account wasn’t a curse, so it wasn’t filtered into “Bedtime Sleep Aid Reading” and was buried among miscellaneous private chats. With the account deletion, Yun Xunlan didn’t even glance at it.
As for Yu Chen, who failed to fight and didn’t curse, his face visibly darkened several degrees upon discovering the Fish-Keeping Expert’s account deletion.
“Yu Chen.”
“Yu Chen, Yu Chen?” Gui Yan waved his hand in front of Yu Chen’s eyes, “What are you thinking about? I’ve been calling you for a while but no response.”
The blue-eyed alpha turned his gaze, his cold and deep eyes glancing at Gui Yan, saying coldly, “Want to hit someone.”
Gui Yan: “!!!”
Gui Yan withdrew his hand, rubbed his nose, and shut up.
“You really are in a constant susceptible period.” Fu Yanxi looked at the bite guard on Yu Chen’s mouth with a face full of helplessness, “Your pheromones are so disordered, and your aggression is so strong. Are you still suitable to be the close guard of the Third Prince?”
Normally, alphas in a susceptible period should avoid other alphas, but Yu Chen could still work normal shifts and had more chances to be the close guard of the Third Prince than other alpha guards. Why? Fu Yanxi didn’t understand. Could this be the privilege of a perfect student?
“Anyway, I’m more suitable than you two.” Yu Chen was in no mood to eat, breaking open a nutritional liquid and drinking through a straw.
“Hey, I want to talk about serious matters, don’t hit me.” Gui Yan came over again and asked Yu Chen, “Have you heard about a mecha pilot called ‘Mad Guest’ these past two days?”
Yu Chen didn’t even lift his eyelids: “Of course.”
He was in a susceptible period, not disconnected from the internet. Moreover, last night Officer Dike issued a notice saying the Crown Prince had checked all their close guards’ single-soldier mecha combat data and might assign them tasks to battle Mad Guest on the mecha piloting simulation platform.
“I saw some online analysis saying Mad Guest is the Third Prince…” Gui Yan hesitated and said, “Do you think it’s possible?”
Yu Chen raised his eyebrows and exposed Gui Yan’s little scheme: “You want me to ask the Third Prince directly, right?”
Gui Yan stubbornly said, “I didn’t say that, but I won’t stop you if you do.”
“I don’t think it’s very likely.” Song Tingxiao, also a gossip lover in the guard team, slid over on his chair, “Mad Guest’s operation is indeed very similar to His Majesty’s, but we’ve never seen him pilot a mecha in real combat training.”
The main function of the mecha piloting simulation platform is to provide a remote sparring opportunity for soldiers from different planets. When it comes to real battles, who cares about your good records on the platform? Who would do a 1v1 fair duel with you?
So online simulation is just online simulation and can never truly replace real combat training.
Moreover, mecha pilots maintain strong physical fitness by doing high-intensity training daily to prevent resonance decline and combat ability degradation. From this perspective, Yun Xunlan not doing physical training and showing no training marks on his body but still resonating fully with a 3S mecha is very strange.
Even Yu Chen couldn’t understand this.
Furthermore, during the times Mad Guest battled other mecha pilots on the simulation platform, Yun Xunlan was in his office writing papers.
If Mad Guest is Yun Xunlan himself, doesn’t that mean Yun Xunlan lied to him?
But what’s there to lie about?
Ji Bai also said, “There are only a few top mecha pilots with their own fighting styles, and they’re all in textbooks. Everyone learns mecha from them, right? Mad Guest looking like His Majesty doesn’t prove anything. Yu Chen’s mecha style is also very similar to General Huo Su, but he’s not General Huo Su’s son.”
“I don’t think Yu Chen looks like General Huo Su. You’ve fought Yu Chen too few times.” Fu Yanxi, who fought Yu Chen many times in military school, immediately rebutted, “Yu Chen’s assassin style is nothing like General Huo Su’s. It’s more like Lu You.”
“Yu Chen actually is similar. You think he isn’t because he lacks that softness.” Lu You commented, “Although we’re all alphas, Yu Chen’s primary sexual characteristic is male, so he naturally lacks the flexibility compared to females.”
Gui Yan brought the topic back: “So who do you think Mad Guest is? I asked around. No freshmen at Anlos Military Academy this year or last year are that strong. I asked people in the seven major legions, and they don’t know Mad Guest either.”
Song Tingqiao asked, “Could it be someone from the Corona Empire?”
Lottie thought it was impossible: “More people on the Corona side learn Duke Hurst’s mecha style. They hate us so much, would they go crazy and learn His Majesty’s?”
Fu Yanxi revealed some insider information unknown to ordinary people: “I heard my dad’s aide said the Crown Prince even asked my dad if he had time to battle Mad Guest.”
“Is Mad Guest that strong?” Gui Yan widened his eyes, “The Crown Prince even invited General Fu?”
“Very strong.” Fu Yanxi nodded, “Because the ‘Keka Valley’ who battles him at 7:30 tonight is Major General Yin Jian of the Tianquan Legion, personally invited by the Crown Prince.”
Whether it’s Major General Yin Jian of the Tianquan Legion or General Fu Yingxuan, Fu Yanxi’s father, they are both pillars of the Galactic Empire’s military and usually have no time to casually battle mecha pilots online.
“Awesome, Brother Xi, as expected of you, knowing so much insider info.” Ji Bai gave Fu Yanxi a thumbs up, “Then tonight’s battle, I’m betting on Yin Jian to win.”
Fu Yanxi was silent for two seconds and said, “I’m betting on Mad Guest to win.”
“Ah?” Ji Bai was dumbfounded, “You think Major General Yin Jian can’t beat Mad Guest?”
“…Well, how should I put it? It might be a bit rude to discuss Major General Yin Jian like this.” Fu Yanxi sighed, his tone complicated and conflicted, “But… Major General Yin Jian is the second choice after my dad refused the Crown Prince. You get what I mean?”
Ji Bai: “…Got it.”
It means if General Fu Yingxuan can battle Mad Guest, the Crown Prince definitely wouldn’t choose Major General Yin Jian to fight Mad Guest.
After a moment of silence, Ji Bai asked again, “If even Major General Yin Jian can’t beat Mad Guest, what’s the use of the Crown Prince looking at our mecha battle data? Does someone among us have the ability to beat him?”
Lu You said, “Yu Chen can try, right? He won first place in the league.”
Gui Yan supported his Brother Xi: “Brother Xi is good too. Yu Chen got first place that year, and Brother Xi got third.”
“Because the overall level of mecha pilots that year was too low.” Yu Chen was in a bad mood but listened with amusement through the straw of his nutritional liquid, “Even Fu Yanxi got third place, that made me laugh.”
Fu Yanxi clenched his fists and glared angrily: “Yu Dog, what do you mean?”
Yu Chen sneered: “If you don’t understand human language, then don’t listen.”
Gui Yan superficially translated but actually fanned the flames: “Brother Xi, he means if you suck, then practice more.”
Fu Yanxi: “?”
Fu Yanxi: “Which side are you on anyway?”
Gui Yan firmly: “The Third Prince’s side.”
Fu Yanxi was speechless: “…Fine, then I’m on that side too.”
Yu Chen, however, was unhappy.
He felt everything was going wrong today, everything was green, and the nameless evil fire in his heart needed an outlet, so Yu Chen opened his light brain album—he remembered he had saved a photo of the Fish-Keeping Expert without showing his face.
Trying to delete the account and run away? No use.
He had a photo to track him down!
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