Chapter 238

Chapter 238

After dinner, his parents went off to do their own things, though not before reminding Shen Geng to take Bai Xingshu and set up his palace access permissions.

When Shen Geng had blurted out his proposal and received a positive answer, the first thing he did was tell his parents. Naturally, the elders had no objections—as long as the other party wasn’t too eccentric, their child’s happiness was what mattered most.

Not to mention… after meeting Bai Xingshu, they had really taken to him.

Since he was the future prince consort and had already been brought here, these access permissions were a must.

Shen Geng took Bai Xingshu straight to the palace’s central control area, a bit rusty with the controls as he operated them. As he activated each permission, he showed him around the different palace areas using the map.

Bai Xingshu’s attention was immediately drawn to the isolation chambers Shen Geng had mentioned earlier.

There were several such chambers throughout the palace.

Looking at the scrolling images of the isolation rooms on the screen, along with their diverse array of props and settings, Bai Xingshu let out a low whistle. It seemed the Interstellar Era was no less creative in this regard than the wasteland era.

Just as he was marveling at this, Bai Xingshu suddenly heard Shen Geng ask him a question.

“There are four empty bedrooms here. Which one do you like?” Shen Geng pulled up a few small quarters near his own room—those with better overall designs.

Following Shen Geng’s gesture, Bai Xingshu glanced at the options and said with mock wistfulness, “Ah, before we got together, there was only one room at home. Now that we are, suddenly there are so many to choose from.”

Shen Geng: “….”

Shen Geng: “……”

That single sentence dragged Shen Geng’s mind back to their first semester of university, when the entire spacious apartment had only two bedrooms.

Why did he have so many embarrassing moments in Bai Xingshu’s presence?

Shen Geng fell into deep contemplation over this question.

Seeing Shen Geng’s flustered look, Bai Xingshu couldn’t help laughing and wrapped him in a hug, deciding not to tease him further. “Which one do you think suits me?”

Bai Xingshu found Shen Geng’s flustered responses adorable, but Shen Geng, too, couldn’t help but find Bai Xingshu’s smug little smile whenever he successfully teased him completely adorable.

Like action and reaction, the desire to control the other was inevitably accompanied by being controlled in return.

Shen Geng lowered his head and couldn’t help planting a kiss on Bai Xingshu’s forehead before pointing to one of the bedrooms. “This one.”

Bai Xingshu followed Shen Geng’s finger and was a bit taken aback—Shen Geng had chosen the room farthest from the crown prince’s quarters.

“Why this one?” Bai Xingshu was genuinely confused.

“The window is bigger,” Shen Geng said.

Bai Xingshu had to admit that made sense—a larger window meant a better view.

Since arriving in this world, aside from all the delicious new foods, Bai Xingshu had developed a particular fondness for taking in the thriving world around him.

Then, he heard Shen Geng’s next words.

“It’s also easier for me to climb in.” Shen Geng said deadpan, without cracking a smile.

Hey, a guy’s gotta have his priorities.

As the crown prince who had witnessed his father's antics after being kicked out by his mother, he now found himself thinking how sweet it all was, despite his childhood disdain for such behavior.

He cared deeply about his image and propriety.

But... none of that mattered as much as holding his lover in his sleep.

Sensing something in those words, Bai Xingshu looked up. His eyes were shining, and they screamed anticipation.

Hmm...

None of that was as important as making his beloved happy.

Shen Geng’s lips curled slightly as he leaned down to kiss those lips he could take so easily. His voice was soft: “Alright, I’ll come find you tonight.”

That night, our *Bai-Liette* welcomed his *Shen-meo*.

The two freely enjoyed three days in the palace before returning to school, just as the exhibition matches for classes ranked below B had concluded.

After nine days, Capital Military University came out on top.

Thanks to Bai Xingshu’s drills, Shoujun students—regardless of department or class—had improved far more than previous cohorts.

Thus, even their matches wrapped up a day or two faster than typical exhibitions.

This was understandable, as the battles were still intense and Shoujun faced several near losses. However, when compared with S-class results, Changying’s teachers were visibly upset.

It was clear that Changying would use the time before the University League began to crank up brutal training.

But for Shoujun’s side…

Wow!! It’s over, we won, now we can wait for the long vacation!!

Seeing their proud, big heads, Shoujun’s teachers made only one decision:

Enough talk—time to act!

After knocking them all down a peg, as expected, everyone quickly settled down.

Then, Shoujun proceeded with match breakdowns and focused drills.

This time, however, it wasn’t student-led—it was based on the evaluations and feedback each teacher had given during the matches.

Winning didn’t mean everyone shone.

“In the end, all your performances will be compiled into this table, along with attached highlight reels. This is the basis for your applications to military units, their selections, and your assignments!”

“Some of you scored worse than Changying’s lot!”

“If you have a specific unit in mind, think about it now. Each unit has different preferences—shape up accordingly and practice during this long vacation, understand?!”

Teachers across departments and classes drove the point home, getting many students thinking about questions they hadn’t seriously considered before.

However, most students from the Combat Department’s S-class were exceptions.

This was largely because many came from influential families, and whether through personal or familial planning, their futures were set from the moment they enrolled.

As a result, information about various units also reached classmates from humbler backgrounds, who got a head start on planning too.

—With Bai Xingshu around, the students in Class S were undoubtedly much tighter-knit than other classes.

And among them, the corps Bai Xingshu would choose was undoubtedly the most closely watched.

Some who thought they could keep up tended to follow wherever Bai Xingshu went.

Their Deputy Squad Leader’s support was still quite reliable.

Bai Xingshu answered without hesitation.

So…

"The Fourth Corps?!" The classmates were stunned upon hearing Bai Xingshu's choice, and then, uncontrollably, their eyes darted to Lin Lie.