Chapter 220

Chapter 220

Shen Geng naturally noticed Bai Xingshu’s gaze, which was directed at him without the slightest concealment.

That gaze, filled with nothing but him.

Shen Geng pressed his lips together.

For him, facing such a scene still felt a little embarrassing.

Reflexively, he suppressed his outward joy, stopping his lips from curling up too… goofily.

Again, nothing stayed secret at Capital Military University.

This included Bai Xingshu presented as an Omega—scentless—and Shen Geng presenting as an Alpha, and the fact that they were still living together with zero plans to move out.

An Alpha and an Omega sharing the same dorm, with no intention of changing rooms…

Undoubtedly, there was only one possibility.

Seeing Bai Xingshu’s look, a wave of teasing glances immediately landed on Shen Geng.

Shen Geng cleared his throat. His mind flooded with all those lessons about proper decorum, etiquette, and image—especially in this kind of public setting where he couldn’t afford to slip up.

It was the education he had received since childhood.

But every emotion inside him boiled down to one thought:

—to hell with proper manners and appearances!!

He wasn’t going to let Bai Xingshu’s feelings go unanswered.

With everyone watching, standing right at the center of the command center doorway, Shen Geng slowly raised both hands high and made a huge heart shape over his head.

Everyone knew this gesture—it was something Bai Xingshu often did on Mecha BattleNet.

Bai Xingshu had never expected that single glance to set off this whole thing.

To be precise, he hadn't even been aware he was looking at Shen Geng just now.

It was just a subconscious habit—his eyes always automatically finding Shen Geng.

In the dorm, Bai Xingshu often did this.

In other places…

Truth was, they hardly went anywhere else.

Being in separate departments, they only saw each other elsewhere during long vacations.

And whether it was at the police station or back on Xitu Star, most people they met were adults who weren’t close enough to egg them on like this.

Bai Xingshu had figured Shen Geng would play it cool and brush off the teasing.

But…

Staring at that massive, crystal-clear heart Shen Geng had formed without hesitation…

Bai Xingshu felt his chest go warm. Not holding back at all, he let out a loud laugh, raising his own hands and copying Shen Geng’s heart pose exactly.

Instantly, a roar of cheers erupted like thunder.

Whistles, howls, and shouts rose and fell, as if the entire arena had come alive, with the whole world seemingly blessing the two of them.

Just moments ago, it had been a scene of everyone beating up scumbag A, casting doubt on the existence of true love—yet now, it was so saccharine it made teeth hurt, so infectious it made people yearn for romance.

Amidst the drowned-out groans of scumbag A, the whole scene carried an inexplicable sense of hilarity.

But in every sense, this was a joyous occasion.

—Well, except perhaps for Lin Lie, Lin Li, and Song Xiyan.

Even those who had been hurt by scumbag A couldn’t help but clap along. After the uproar, they glanced at the scumbag lying on the ground like a dog.

Though utterly despised, he was still a fellow student—*other* students, at least—so it wouldn’t do to leave the mess they’d made for others to clean up.

In the end, they held their noses and dumped him on the medics.

Great practice for the medics.

After all, the current training wasn’t supposed to get *this* rough, and aside from minor bumps and scrapes, the medical team hadn’t had much to do yet.

It’s just…

The scumbag’s victims were spread across way too many departments.

One of his victims from the medical department, expression cold, tweaked the settings—prompting a scream from the scumbag inside the med pod.

The victim deadpanned as he met the gazes of their classmates: “Ah, forgot the anesthetic.”

The room fell silent.

Of course, this little incident didn’t affect the overall training.

Even after treatment, scumbag A swallowed his pride and returned to his squad, enduring the humiliation.

But it was glaringly obvious how much the incident had affected his performance.

His battle drills were in shambles.

The student in charge of Class B from the Combat Department frowned at the sight but kept quiet.

It was, after all, expected.

He quickly adjusted his tactics.

—No two battles were alike, and this was just another way to hone his skills.

Still, as a commander, he couldn’t help but shake his head and mention the situation to the other commanders, sighing, “If this guy can’t shake off what just happened, he’s washed up.”

By now, it was the second month of training in the arena, and everyone had mostly hit their stride. The command room no longer had the chaos of the early days—busy, yes, but still time to shoot the breeze.

Hearing this, the other command students glanced at Class B’s performance and nodded. Aside from scumbag A’s blunders, the rest of the squad was picking up the slack.

—This was the advantage of cross-class housing in the Combat Department. Techniques refined by the S-class students would naturally spread to other classes through dorm interactions, raising the overall combat proficiency of the department.

They all grinned. “We’ve got this in the bag!”

The second semester of junior year was for the University League, as well as exploring various military corps and filling out service applications.

This is really important.

So toward the end of the first semester of junior year, various schools conduct mock combat drills with each other—just like the friendly match Bai Xingshu participated in as Song Xiyan’s assistant back when he was a freshman.

Now that the first semester of junior year is already more than halfway over, the schools for this match have naturally been decided.

It's Changying Military University.

Funny enough, it's exactly the same university their school faced in the friendly match back when Bai Xingshu was a freshman.

What's different this time is that their S and A class students will head to Changying to get a feel for a new environment, while students from other classes will stay on campus and compete against Changying’s students ranked below A class.

Bai Xingshu is actually looking forward to it.

Fighting against his own classmates has gotten old for him.

Mainly because the teachers in the monitoring room have been watching him like hawks, completely preventing Bai Xingshu from dismantling any mechs—whether others’ or his own.

No way!!

But…

The friendly match isn’t so strict!

Bai Xingshu still remembers seeing all kinds of wrecked gear being brought in when he worked as Song Xiyan’s assistant.

You know what that means!

He can finally cut loose completely!!