Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 167 Baby Robot 10

The school dormitories are small two-story houses, with four people in each room.

However, except for the first semester when freshmen start school, the school does not require compulsory accommodation, so Hurt is the only student living in this building.

As soon as the door closed, a large teddy bear stuck to Song Xun's back.

Hutt was no longer the kid who was only as tall as his legs. With his long arms and legs pressing against his body, Song Xun had difficulty even moving.

Song Xun felt uneasy because of the short hair scratching his neck, so he dodged to the side.

But Hutt rubbed against him like a clingy big dog.

"You're mean to me for others." Hutt's voice was full of grievance, which was completely different from the flamboyant way he bullied people outside just now.

Song Xun was helpless: "How did I get angry with you?"

"You don't even call me baby anymore. They all want to snatch you from me. Can you please stop talking to them?"

He made a lot of unreasonable demands.

Song Xun was almost laughing at his anger: "How old are you? I feel embarrassed for you even if you don't mind it. Move aside and stop crowding me."

Hutt was pushed away, with unhappiness flashing in his eyes: "Arnold, I feel like you don't like me that much anymore."

"Being held and coaxed is a child's privilege, isn't it?" Song Xun was no longer fooled after being fooled so many times. He lowered his head and skillfully entered Hurt's student ID number on the bracelet.

The test results popped up the next second.

Ranked eighty-sixth.

There are only ninety candidates in the same level.

As expected, it’s at the bottom again.

The college's performance statistics are always released very quickly. On the Royal College website, Hutt's name once again took the lead and ranked first in discussion.

Song Xun watched the whole process of Hutt talking back to the teacher in the classroom.

This video exploded with comments.

——People who don’t even respect their teachers will only become a cancer to the empire in the future.

——It is recommended that the college expel Hurt for the sake of fairness.

——If Marshal Surrey saw his son in this state, he would probably be so angry that he would crawl out of the border mausoleum.

Hutt observed Songxun's expression from the side: "He was the one who hit me with the test paper first."

Song Xun: "How can he knock you if you don't sleep?"

Hutt stopped talking.

Song Xun closed the hospital website, and he was so sad. He felt unhappy when he saw Hurt.

People began to doubt whether the sensible and sensible young talent who was famous throughout the empire in the original plot was fictional.

At first, Song Xun really thought that all of Hurt's willful antics were just a disguise to make Isabel let down her guard.

It turned out that I was wrongly blamed.

That little bastard Hurt has grown up crooked. Whenever something happens, he really retaliates and won't suffer any loss. He is a black sesame seed filling inside.

Song Xun prides himself on being a good young man of the new era who upholds the five good ethics and four virtues, so how come the child he brought up went astray in such a way?

Song Xun got angry easily when he thought about it, and said seriously: "Next month is the graduation exam, what are your plans?"

Hutt said seriously, with a dark light in his eyes: "Of course, I will go to the Strategic Academy."

Compared to his determination, Song Xun did not dare to relax: "You have to get past Isabel first."

Over the years, Hurt never avoided him, and he saw all the efforts Hurt made behind the scenes in countless late nights.

Hurt is not the kind of person who is willing to lag behind others. If others are one step ahead of him, he will take the lead and secretly surpass others.

Of course he has the ability to get into the Strategic Academy, but how could Isabel let him go in and allow his opponent to grow stronger?

In the tampered plot, Hurt did not show his abilities, and despite his lowest grades, he was forced by Isabel to enter the Imperial Academy of Arts in the inner city.

Hurt's grades were far from enough to keep him in any academy in the inner city, but Isabel was worried that Hurt would leave her sight.

If Hurt continues to hide his achievements, his future will most likely be the same as in the plot, but if he shows his talent and enters the Strategic Academy, then everything he has done before will be in vain.

It will definitely cause Isabel's fear and suspicion, and everything that will happen next is unpredictable, and the situation will only become more dangerous.

Hutt sat back on the sofa, picked up a tomato from the low table and started tossing it around.

"She'll agree."

Although he looked unfocused, he exuded the confidence that he had won the victory.

An ambition that was gradually becoming impossible to contain and conceal grew in Hurt's eyes. It continued to burn, and only needed an opportunity to turn it into a raging fire.

The Strategic Academy is the cradle for cultivating the empire's leaders and also the highest starting point. He will not give up this opportunity.

That helpless night eight years ago was due to his weakness, so he could only be looked down upon and stepped on like a poor creature. Hurt would not allow such an experience to happen again.

He reached out and pulled Song Xun to sit beside him, resting his head on Song Xun's neck.

Only when the bodies are infinitely close, will Hurt's depression and anxiety dissipate and find his own peace of mind.

After each assessment, the college will have a ten-day holiday.

Before I could return to the castle, the summons from the palace arrived first.

It seems that Isabel is the one who is most concerned about Hurt's future studies.

Sure enough, after a few brief words of concern, Isabel went straight to the point.

"Which college is Hurt going to? You don't have any relatives around you, so I have to check for you."

She is fifty years old this year, and her face is clearly marked with traces of time. When she smiles, wrinkles appear at the corners of her eyes.

"I'm going to the Strategic Academy." Hutt's voice was loud and clear.

Song Xun didn't expect Hurt to be so direct. He saw with his own eyes that Isabel's expression became alert and vigilant.

Hutt seemed not to notice Isabel's abnormality, showing his trust and closeness to her, and said as a matter of course: "Brother Yates graduated from the Strategic Academy, I want to be the same as Brother Yates."

He showed his blind admiration for Yates, without considering whether he could enter the Strategic Academy with his own abilities and grades. He was no different from those young men who only knew how to compare with others and use their family connections to do nothing.

The alertness in Isabel's eyes disappeared, and she said lovingly, "I will naturally support you in whatever you want to do, but the training at the Strategic Academy is tough, and your brother Yates has lost a lot of weight after one semester. I really can't bear to see you suffer any more."

She said with some sadness: "You are the only bloodline left by your parents. I just want you to be happy and avoid any danger or accidents."

Isabel took Hurt's hand and patted it gently: "Didn't you say you liked the art school when you were a child? Can I arrange for you to go there?"

"I don't want it, that's a place for girls only." Hutt refused.

Isabel: "Be obedient."

Hutt said nothing and did not agree.

This was the first time in all these years that Hurt did not obey Isabel.

There was no final conclusion until we left the palace.

In the suspended airship, Hutt put away the cynicism on his face, wiped the back of his hand vigorously, and his eyes were filled with disgust.

Song Xun couldn't bear to see him rubbing his hands until they were red, so he wet a handkerchief and gently wiped them, carefully even leaving the gaps between his fingers.

"Okay, stop torturing yourself."

His shoulders sank and Hurt came over again.

Hutt is now taller than him, but he just can't change his habit of leaning on Song Xun anytime and anywhere.

But the problem is that Hurt is no longer the same size as before.

The majestic alpha wolf, who has grown up to be able to stand on his own, insists on pretending to be a docile and harmless kitten, rubbing against people.

Song Xun was pushed to the side by him and almost fell out of his seat.

Considering that he was in a bad mood, he refrained from saying anything and just frowned and said, "She didn't agree."

Hutt leaned on him, turned around and told the driver lazily, "Go to the Strategic Academy."

The Strategic College has almost no holidays all year round and is under closed management. This period of time is when classes are over, but there are no students entering or leaving the gate.

Song Xun waited outside with Hutt for a while, and a man wearing a black combat uniform and whose age could not be determined came out.

He spoke a few words to the guard at the outpost and then waved to Hutt.

The gate for single-person access was opened.

Song Xun was held by Hutt's hand and walked into the academy next to him.

The man glanced at him, turned around and walked in front. He didn't communicate with Hutt or ask why he came here. He just walked around the entire academy in two circles.

It was lunchtime and a large number of students were rushing to the cafeteria to eat, so they naturally noticed the new faces in the school.

It must be said that Hutt was famous throughout Tubusi. Everyone had heard of one or two of his extraordinary deeds. When they saw Hutt appear in their school, their faces became a little unnatural.

Song Xun heard some bad comments on the way and some people were secretly taking photos.

In the end, the man took the two of them out again without saying a word. He turned around and left as if he had completed his mission.

Song Xun probably understood Hurt's intention.

Sure enough, within two days, a rumor spread widely.

——Her Majesty the Queen plans to arrange for Hutt to enroll in the Strategic Academy.

As soon as this news came out, it immediately caused a huge uproar. Hurt's reputation was really not that good. The Strategic Academy was a place that many people dreamed of entering, and talent and hard work were both essential.

A place that countless people tried desperately to get into but couldn't, but Hurt, a young man with the worst grades throughout the year, got in just like that.

How could it not cause public outrage?

Soon, an anonymous netizen provided the complete facts, which put an end to the matter.

Two pictures were released.

They were when Hutt entered the palace and when he was in the Strategic Academy, and both happened on the same day.

The anonymous netizen made a well-reasoned analysis, pointing out that Hutt used the achievements of his deceased parents to force His Majesty to arrange for him to enter the Strategic Academy.

Isn't this pure moral kidnapping?

——I still don’t understand why an outlier like Hurt appeared among the excellent genes of the Edmund family.

——Your Majesty is a benevolent monarch, but Hutt does not know how to be grateful. Instead, he becomes even worse and shows no remorse.

——Help, I really don’t want to be in the same college with him.

——He doesn’t think that the Strategic Academy is the same as the Royal Academy. I guarantee that he will cry for his mother within two days of coming here.

In just two days, the discussion about Hutt's enrollment in the Strategic Academy has become unprecedentedly heated. People simply wish Hutt could get out of the Koser Empire. In the past, they were just unhappy about it, but now it is a direct result of God's wrath and public resentment.

Everyone is waiting for the list of new students of the Strategic College this year to be released.

It is conceivable that if Hutt really appeared in there, it would cause such an uproar that some people might even run to Edmund's mansion and throw vegetable leaves.

Song Xun really admired Hurt's ability to withstand pressure. He also had the leisure to read the comments on the Internet, and in the meantime, he cancelled the anonymous account that broke the news with satisfaction.

After doing all this, Hutt got up, without changing into his pajamas, and hurried to the palace in the night to perform a play.

Song Xun waited until the late night before he came back. Hutt vividly recounted to him what happened during his entry into the palace today.

"Your Majesty, I will not go to the Strategic Academy."

He changed his position, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he captured the essence of Isabel, but his tone was weird, exaggerated and hypocritical.

"Of course I respect your idea, but why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Hutt's eyes drooped, and he was unhappy: "There are a lot of people scolding me outside."

"You are still a child. You will be affected by a little noise from the outside world. Hurt, let me teach you something. No matter what you do, it is most important to stick to your determination and goals."

Song Xun couldn't help laughing at Hutt's funny expression, and leaned back on the sofa, shaking.

Hutt looked at Song Xun lying on the sofa with a smile in his eyes. He jumped over and started laughing and joking with Song Xun.

royal palace.

The man took off the cloak that covered his entire body, walked quickly forward and asked the person sitting there, "Your Majesty, has Het agreed to let him enter the Strategic Academy?"

Isabel faced a portrait of a man hanging high on the wall, then turned to look at the man: "Yes, Edgeworth, I promised him."

"You shouldn't agree to it. Has Your Majesty forgotten what Gibbon said?" These words came from Isabel's mouth eight years ago, but now they are reversed. Edgeworth's tone is full of impatience.

Isabel said seriously: "Of course I know what I am doing. You have been too impatient recently, and you have lost your objective and accurate judgment of things."

Edgeworth immediately lowered his head.

"You are the only one besides me who knows the horoscope of Edmund's family. You should also understand what I want to do most. I am happy to see Edmund's glory fade away bit by bit."

"I am sick of hearing my subjects praise the House of Edmund and forget who their monarch is."

Edgeworth was unwilling to give in: "But Hurt is a hidden danger after all. He is the blood of Edmund's family."

Isabel raised her hand slightly, signaling him to be patient.

"You are someone close to Hurt, so I need you, Edgeworth. If necessary, I hope you can help me."

Edgeworth's eyes flashed darkly, and he understood what she meant. He put one hand on his chest and said, "I will do my best to help Your Majesty. It is my honor."

Isabel curved her lips into a smile and raised one hand, and Edgeworth naturally supported her.

The woman said in a low voice: "I won't let you go on like this. When this is over, I will reward you with a title."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but you know that's not what I really want."

Isabel glanced at the man and said, "I'm a little tired."

"I will help Your Majesty go in to rest." Edgeworth supported her and walked towards the inner room. They both quickened their pace tacitly.