Due to a hurried morning, most people were half-heartedly dressed, some with buttons mismatched and belts forgotten.
Among the few who dressed correctly, most still looked quite unappealing.
Ye Linyuan raised an index finger and tapped the microphone in front of him.
The entire room fell silent.
Ye Linyuan said, “Take a look at yourselves and see how you should properly dress.”
As he spoke, he reached out and rested his hand on Tong Sui’s shoulder.
Tong Sui shivered all over.
Ye Linyuan leaned down and whispered in his ear, “No need to be nervous; you’re going to be an excellent example for them.”
His low, magnetic voice caused Tong Sui to clench his hands nervously at his sides.
He had heard such a voice countless times but never with such intimate words spoken directly into his ear.
Even with his eyes reddening, the voice continued unabated, becoming increasingly inappropriate, relentlessly demanding more from him.
Ye Linyuan’s fingers slid down to Tong Sui’s belt, “Everything else looks great, but the belt could be tightened a bit more.”
As he spoke, his distinctly bony fingers pressed against the cold, hard belt.
The belt made a crisp clicking sound, echoing in Tong Sui’s ears, making his scalp tingle slightly.
After adjusting it, Ye Linyuan satisfiedly hummed, and when he lifted his head, his chin lightly brushed against Tong Sui’s nose.
Both froze for a moment.
Tong Sui nervously bit his lip, his rosy lips glistening slightly with moisture, like plants growing in a damp corner, their pointed leaves perpetually fresh with dew.
Ye Linyuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
The chin that had brushed against him now seemed to demand more attention, a mixture of subtle itchiness and warmth washing over him.
It seemed to remind him of that strange gland heat he had felt once.
It was not the alpha’s heat phase but an inexplicable warmth that made him unable to control his pheromones.
“Director Ye?”
Tong Sui’s soft reminder interrupted Ye Linyuan’s thoughts.
He responded with an “mm” and stepped back.
“After you go back, organize your appearance according to this standard,” Ye Linyuan said to the people below, then turned to Tong Sui, “Alright, you can go back.”
Tong Sui obediently rejoined his group.
Around him, people cast various meaningful glances, but he kept his head up, staring blankly at Ye Linyuan on the stage.
He could feel the familiar strength and aura; even in a different world, it remained unchanged.
On the campus forum, someone had posted photos, not knowing who the photographer was.
**[New Student of the Mecha Department, This Year’s Stunning Face! [Attached Images x9]]**
Post 1: Is this really our new student? He looks so cute! Did the poster accidentally post someone from the neighboring Bridal Academy?
Post 2: The red-haired one looks really adorable too!
Post 3: Don’t be scared, junior! Just let the seniors take a taste!
Post 4: AA love! I’m back in the game. Does anyone know if he has a partner? If not, I’m going in!
Post 12: Wait a minute, why is he standing next to Ye Yanwang? What a strange combination! Is he being bullied?
Post 14: Ye Yanwang’s reputation isn’t for nothing; I heard he punished late students by extending their military training by two days today.
Post 15: He’s a tough one!
……
After the morning meeting, they were distributed essential items for military training, such as water bottles and hats, and began the day.
This was Tong Sui’s first formal military training.
“The first segment is line practice,” the instructor said. “Stand at ease and attention; no movement for five minutes—any movement adds a minute for everyone.”
In Class One of the Mecha Department, there were 35 people.
Tong Sui stood at the very front.
The weather was stuffy; even with a hat, he could feel the heat seeping through it and onto his body.
Sweat trickled down his fair cheeks, soaking his collar.
“Someone moved, add a minute.”
The instructor walked slowly around the formation and finally stopped in front of Tong Sui.
Tong Sui dared not move.
The instructor remarked, “Your posture is very standard; have you practiced before?”
Tong Sui replied, “No.”
The previous owner indeed had not practiced.
However, after spending so much time with Luo Luo, he had unconsciously developed muscle memory.
Time passed second by second.
Tong Sui felt a burning ache in his calves; this body’s condition was exceptionally poor, and after only a few minutes, he began to feel uncomfortable.
He heard footsteps approaching from a distance and didn’t dare to move.
A group of senior students in uniforms approached their formation.
Each of them wore more than one star on their shoulder insignias.
They were likely upperclassmen.
They were holding various snacks and drinks.
They waited nearby, occasionally casting glances at the formation, whispering indistinctly.
Tong Sui was sweating profusely, with smoke seemingly rising from his head, too drained to pay attention to them.
Finally, when the instructor announced a break, he swayed slightly, nearly losing his balance.
“Are you okay, junior?” several seniors gathered around him, encircling Tong Sui.
Tong Sui was startled by them.
“I don’t know you.”
The seniors all laughed, “No worries, we want to get to know you.”
They offered chilled drinks, “Is it hot? Have some water; your face is all red. I have tissues if you need?”
Surrounded by them, Tong Sui said, “Thank you, but I’m fine; I have my own water and tissues.”
“Tsk, tsk, looks like someone is really popular.”
Students resting in the shade nearby whispered, “These seniors seem to have a good background; there’s even the vice president of the student union and the president of the Mecha Society among them.”
“It’s only the first day of school, and they’re already making moves so quickly.”
Ye Linyuan returned to his office.
His office was on a high floor, adjacent to the playground, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could clearly see every movement below.
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