The two week break was about to end. Ye Yun intentionally came to take Ye Muo home. Before that, the medical team gave him one last checkup.
“Everything’s normal.”
The doctor signaled that Ye Muo could get up now. He first filed the data away before handing a small suitcase on the side to Ye Muo.
“Take these with you when you leave later. All the medications have been labelled. Remember to inject them on time everyday. It’s best to take a day off every month to come here for a checkup from now on. If you experience symptoms like headaches or a psychic meltdown, come immediately.”
Standing nearby Ye Yun naturally assumed the role of a guardian and took the suitcase.
“Okay, got it. Anything else I should be aware of?”
“Just remember to inject the medicine on time. In our experience, he will no longer have headaches or psychic meltdowns once his development period is over. Then he can start taking some therapeutic drugs.”
Ye Yun pushed Ye Muo all the way outside to the hovercar.
“Come on, we don’t have much time to get back to the academy. There’s only two weeks to go until the end of the semester.”
Ye Muo was a bit lost.
“Weren’t all the first year exams cancelled?”
Due to the accident during the experiential learning opportunity, all the first years were given a two week break and their exams cancelled.
“But there’s still the Military Academy League, ah. The Military Academy League! The students still at school have been making preparations for a long time. Since we don’t need to worry about exams, we can go find Ye He straight away once we’re back.”
Ye Muo nodded like he somewhat understood. He thought he would just muddle his way into his eldest brother’s squad, follow his orders, and get through this Military Academy League without incident.
Augustus kept bringing up the League to him back at the manor. The school forums were filled with posts discussing it for a while now as well.
But Ye Muo hasn’t given it much thought. His impression of the Military Academy League was that it was mainly for the graduates. For other years, especially first years like them, it was just a large-scale practical exam.
Any exam made Ye Muo nervous. After all, he failed everything except written exams as a child and almost got held back a year. It was to the point where all his classmates fought to be his partner in combat class and he often went home with a face covered in bruises.
At first, Ye Zhiyuan thought that Ye Muo was bullied. He even went to the school himself. Finally, after looking at the surveillance, he realized his own cub really was falling over after a single blow. His efforts to teach Ye Muo at home didn’t lead anywhere either.
Thank goodness Ye Muo’s gradually emerging beauty made people reluctant to hit him in the face. After he managed to adapt, he slowly started keeping up with the curriculum.
The hovercar stopped at the entrance of the academy. Ye Yun took a lunch box from the car’s storage compartment and jumped out with the suitcase in his other hand.
“We’re here. Let’s go.”
He shoved the lunchbox into Ye Muo’s hands and quickly explained.
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He walked in one direction.
As a reward for excelling, each president was given an entire building which contained conference rooms and even a ballroom for holding dances. Basically they had carte blanche as long as they didn’t violate academy regulations. Ye Yun had one too.
Meanwhile, Ye Yun soon arrived at the dormitory. As a president, he had an entire suite to himself.
Some of the drugs needed to be refrigerated. Ye Yun organized them according to the dates on the labels and filled his fridge to the brim.
He had just finished when his terminal beeped. The sender was on Ye Yun’s VIP contact list. The message automatically unfolded before his eyes.
[Something came up. Take Ye Muo to your place first.]
……
Ye Muo soon arrived at the building Ye He owned. It was quite large like a gymnasium.
There were many people in black uniforms gathered loosely around the front doors.
Ye Muo looked up to make sure he was in the right place. He hesitated before going over. Only when he drew closer with the lunchbox did he realize that these black uniforms were not those of the First Military Academy. He could tell based on the insignia and other details.
All four military academies in the imperial capital participated in the Military Academy League. The location it was held rotated among them. This year, it happened to be the First Military Academy’s turn. As the eve of the competition drew close, the participants from the other academies began gradually gathering at the First Military Academy under their teachers’ guidance.
This group of people might be of the same group. They seemed to be just loitering around the building’s entrance, but Ye Muo noticed how every one of them stopped fidgeting as he drew close and stared at him. He nervously straightened his back, unused to having so many eyes on him. He silently sped up his pace with the lunchbox in hand and pushed the door open as they watched.
Only when Ye Muo disappeared from sight did the group launch into discussion.
A baby faced boy stared fixedly at the doors Ye Muo just went through.
“Is delivery available here? I’m hungry. I want some too. I smelled meat just now. There has to be meat in that lunchbox.”
Next to him was a tall boy with messy hair and glasses. He clawed at his hair in sheer disbelief.
“Is that really the issue here? What kind of weirdo orders delivery in the middle of a duel between kings?! And it was actually delivered? Is this what the First Military Academy is like?? Even takeout is so hardcore here???”
Another person interjected.
“No, I’m curious about something else. Can’t he feel the psychic power pressure coming from within? I can barely breathe here at the entrance. Can April finish things off before lunch? The cafeteria is closing soon.”
Like everyone expected, the tall boy jumped on the topic.
“Depends on when Ye He finishes beating him up. I really don’t understand why April is so fixated on this. It’s not like he’s won before. Of course, even I don’t understand why a Level S is always losing to a Level A.”
Meanwhile, Ye Muo carried the lunch box out of the corridor into a very wide main hall. It was way too quiet here. Ye Muo could only hear the sound of his own footsteps. He planned on asking someone where the conference room was, but he didn’t see a single person along the way.
……
Footsteps.
They seemed somewhat familiar. Ye He faintly frowned. He was on the second floor, skilfully switching out the magazine of his gun as he hid around a corner. He ran through a series of rapid calculations. This wasn’t one of his teammates. They had been stationed by him in the third floor conference room and the stairwells. One was also on the roof acting as a sniper.
These footsteps sounded downright defenseless…bait? If so, they might be lying in wait on the second floor as well. He mentally picked out a list of potential ambush points, ready to accept the prey coming straight for him before toying with the other side some more.
Wait a minute.
Ye He stopped moving and got into a half crouched position.
Then someone flipped down from the third floor to the second, landing not far from Ye He. This wasn’t one of his teammates. The other party didn’t linger and proceeded to vault down to the first floor’s main hall.
Not bait or an enemy then.
Those familiar footsteps suddenly overlapped with the ones from his memory. Ye He realized who it was and threw stealth out the window. He immediately stood up and vaulted over the railing as well.
Sure enough, the person down there was Ye Muo. He stood there with a lunchbox in hand, looking up in bewilderment.
Unfortunately, the first person to come down was April. He was a little faster than Ye He, a dagger already in his right hand as he dropped through the air.
Ye He adjusted course in midair towards April, shortening the distance as much as possible. He swiftly pounced as soon as he landed.
The two rapidly exchanged several blows. Finally, Ye He grabbed April’s leg during a kick and ended the fight.
Ye He: “If you had any brains, you would have realized he isn’t on either of our teams.”
With that, he let go. His tone was chilling: “Gather your psychic power. That’s enough for today.”
April, who was highly competitive, actually listened for once. He realized as he came down that he had almost attacked the wrong person. His ostentatious red hair fluffed up like a lion’s mane waved as he shrugged indifferently.
“Fine. I have to go eat anyway. See you at the Military Academy League. I won’t lose to you this time.”
After he whistled, people poked their heads out from above one after the other. They followed him out in groups of twos and threes.
Only then did Ye He turn to Ye Muo and take the lunchbox from him. He stared intently at his little brother, unsure if April had attacked him using psychic power just now.
“Does your head hurt?”
Ye Muo seemed to snap back to reality only now. He was disoriented for a moment there, but he shook his head.
Ye He naturally took Ye Muo’s hand and led him further inside after making sure he was all right.
“Where is Ye Yun?”
“He went back to put some stuff away.”
……
Meanwhile, someone walked faster to catch up with April.
He was quite tall and wore glasses that gave him a very shrewd look. He pushed them up and asked,
“You’re not going to probe them for intel anymore?”
Instead of answering, April asked, “Who was the guy who just broke in?”
The boy with glasses became alert. “Was something off about him?”
April opened his hand to reveal a deep gash on his palm.
“If I had just dodged just a fraction slower, this wound would be on my neck right now.”
The glasses boy also got serious. Being able to injure April meant it was possible the other party had Level S psychic power as well. Every Level S was a force that could change the tides of battle.
He pushed his glasses up. “I’ll get to the bottom of it.”
“Be through. That person’s likely Ye He’s secret weapon judging by how nervous he was.”
Author’s Corner
I lost my little red flower. Sigh. If only I had a few more minutes, my flower would still be here…
Translator’s Corner
On JJWXC, a flower icon is lit up in red on the novel page for every day it updates. They are an indicator for how dedicated the author is. This author has a habit of updating right before midnight so I guess she lost her streak haha.
Someone is leveling up… Thanks for the update ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thanks for the chapter!
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Ye Muo being unconscious of his Level S psychic powers and being labeled as the secret weapon of Ye He is so funny to me! And Ye He only being nervous is actually because he cares about his little brother so much! This story is never boring for me to read, every chapter is just as fun, even without Daddy Grantz yet!
Ye Muo is a secret weapon to himself lolol
How did he made this gash ? How come no one noticed?
Even not himself? That’s fortunate and unfortunate at the same time. 😯
Secret weapon, lol XD
Also, the author’s not was funny.