Luo Fei submitted a friend visit application to the school, registering the detailed information of Mo Han, Frank, and Iman. The entry permit was quickly approved. Luo Fei brought the three to the security office at the school gate for a security check, and only then were they smoothly allowed entry.
Iman couldn’t help but complain: “Military academies are so strict? At Herman University, anyone can just walk in.”
Frank said: “It is a military academy, after all. Many secrets can’t be revealed to outsiders.”
Mo Han didn’t speak. After entering the gate, he looked around at his surroundings.
Saint Romia Military Academy felt very different from Herman University, exuding discipline and rigor everywhere. All the students they saw along the way were dressed in military uniforms, walking with upright and straight posture. There was no slinging arms over shoulders, no horsing around. Even the occasional couples walking side-by-side were very compliant with regulations, at most holding hands.
Such an environment truly could change a person. No wonder Luo Fei’s overall demeanor had improved so much after a month in the military academy.
Mo Han turned back to look at Luo Fei, just as he met his smiling eyes. His heart gave a slight jump. Mo Han immediately averted his gaze, pretending to be calm as he looked into the distance, saying: “The military academy is larger than I imagined. Its building area isn’t inferior to Herman University.”
Herman University was a comprehensive university, boasting the widest range of faculties and majors in the Empire. Saint Romia Military Academy didn’t have that many majors. Mo Han had subconsciously thought the military academy’s scale couldn’t compare to Herman University, but what he saw before him greatly surprised him.
Luo Fei explained: “Although our school doesn’t have many majors, it has many practical training grounds, including large-scale shooting, combat, and mecha training centers, whose scale far surpasses other schools. These training grounds are all open for visits. I’ll take you inside to have a look later.”
Just then, Iman suddenly ran over excitedly: “Let’s find the dormitory first! I want to see the dormitory my dad lived in back then!”
Luo Fei nodded and proactively led the way for the three.
The dormitory area had several large buildings. Luo Fei brought everyone to the room Uncle Snow once lived in. Currently, two seniors from the Mecha Department were staying there. Upon learning of Iman’s reason for visiting, they proactively let him into the dormitory to look around. Iman thanked the two seniors and simply walked around the room.
This dormitory had changed too much compared to twenty years ago, but some traces of his dad and the others from back then still remained. When some students graduated, they would write a few words in the message book behind the door—some were blessings for junior students, and some wrote down their own wishes.
The message board in this dormitory had his dad’s handwriting.
“I hope I will become an excellent doctor in the future—Snow”
Iman looked at the familiar handwriting, saying excitedly: “Dad wrote this! His wish has already come true!”
Luo Fei said: “You can take some photos to show him. He’ll probably be very happy to see his handwriting from back then.”
Iman immediately shot a short video and sent it to Snow.
After visiting the dormitory his dad had lived in, Iman added: “Luo Fei, can I see your dormitory?”
Luo Fei said: “All the dormitories in the military academy have the same layout.”
But Iman was stubborn: “Take me to have a look! I want to see the environment of the dormitory you’re living in now!”
Knowing his curiosity was intense, Luo Fei had no choice but to helplessly bring the three to his own dormitory to sit for a bit.
…
Luo Fei lived in Room 707, Building 2 of the student dormitories.
Ludwig had said he was going to the library to look up some materials and wouldn’t be back until evening. He happened to be away. Luo Fei brought the three into the dormitory. Iman looked around and quickly lost interest, saying: “It really is exactly the same as the dormitory just now. Also, why does your room only have a bed, wardrobe, and desk, and nothing else?”
Luo Fei smiled and said: “I’m a soldier. Keeping it simple like this is good.”
Mo Han was also surprised by the layout of Luo Fei’s bedroom. He hadn’t expected the First Prince’s bedroom to be so spartan, with even the blanket folded neatly.
Iman scratched his head: “By the way, what about your roommate? Is he easy to get along with?”
Luo Fei said: “My roommate doesn’t talk much. We usually rarely chat.”
Iman said in surprise: “Is your roommate a clam? Doesn’t that make it boring for you? No one to talk to when you get back to the dorm?”
Just then, the dormitory door suddenly opened. Ludwig had come back early.
Iman turned his head to look, and his eyes instantly widened. He already had big eyes, and with them widened like this, his eyeballs practically seemed about to pop out. His mouth also opened wide enough to stuff an egg in. This “dumbfounded” expression was truly incredibly silly.
Luo Fei couldn’t bear to watch and helplessly facepalmed.
Seeing Iman, Ludwig froze for a moment, but then he frowned and said coldly: “What’s going on?”
Luo Fei had no choice but to step forward and explain: “These are my friends. They came to school to see me today and stopped by the dormitory for a look. Weren’t you going to the library? Back so early?”
Ludwig said: “Looked up some materials and came back.”
Luo Fei cleared his throat gently, about to explain that he was Mr. F and that these people were his teammates from the game. But then, Ludwig’s gaze swept over everyone, quickly recognizing them. He proactively spoke: “You’re the members of the fixed team in the game: MH, Handsome Only Three Seconds, and… Genius?”
His cold gaze turned to Iman as he simultaneously stated the ID “Genius”.
Iman instantly blushed, awkwardly scratching his head, wishing he could go back to the start and change that embarrassing name.
Since he had already recognized them, Luo Fei had to patch things up: “I am Mr. F. Actually, I recognized you the moment I saw you in the game, but I didn’t tell you explicitly for the time being.”
Ludwig nodded, looking as if he didn’t mind at all, and said: “You guys chat.”
Then he turned around and walked back to his own side of the dormitory.
Iman had wanted to ask him, wasn’t he surprised, wasn’t it unexpected?
As a result, his expression was so calm, without a single ripple, as if meeting three online friends was like seeing three passersby.
Iman looked at his tall figure retreating in military uniform, his eyes practically glued to his back—this guy called “Hunter” was even more handsome in person than in the game. Although the game character’s facial features had over 80% imitation accuracy, many details couldn’t be completely replicated, like moles on the skin, a person’s gaze, expressions—the game couldn’t achieve a total copy.
Seen up close, this person’s features were even more three-dimensional, especially those eyes, cold and deep, giving Iman the illusion that his scalp was tingling just from being glanced at once.
The game didn’t have such advanced features as an “eye-kill,” but today, Iman’s heart was beating wildly from that cold look just now.
He was truly a cold, ascetic, and serious guy.
Perfectly matched Iman’s taste.
Iman immediately took action, darting up like a monkey to block Ludwig’s path, saying: “How can you be so calm when meeting an online friend? Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”
Ludwig raised an eyebrow, looking at him.
The next moment, Iman proactively stretched out his hand, his smile radiant: “Hello, let’s formally get to know each other. I’m Iman.”
Ludwig said flatly: “I’m Ludwig.”
Truly sparing with words, not one extra syllable.
Iman realized his height only reached the other man’s chest. He had to tilt his head up to speak, and it hurt his neck a little. But he still wanted to say a few more words to Ludwig, so he clung to Ludwig, saying: “Thank you for teaching me shooting these last few days. How about this, I’ll treat you to a late-night snack tonight. What do you like to eat?”
Ludwig: “I don’t have the habit of eating late-night snacks.”
Iman said enthusiastically: “Then I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow. I’ll be staying at a hotel near the military academy tonight. I plan to stay for about a week.”
Mo Han looked at him doubtfully, and Frank was also confused—this wasn’t what they had agreed on! Weren’t they supposed to visit the military academy and then go back together?
Luo Fei, suppressing a smile, gently rubbed his nose and said: “Ludwig, just fulfill his request. Iman feels too embarrassed to owe anyone even a tiny favor. You’ve taught him shooting for so long. If he doesn’t treat you to a meal, he’ll be so uncomfortable he won’t be able to sleep.”
Iman shot Luo Fei a “You’re so clever” look. Luo Fei slightly raised the corner of his mouth, as if saying, helping you is only right.
Hearing Luo Fei’s explanation, Ludwig’s expression calmed, and he said: “Fine, treat me to a meal tomorrow instead.”
Iman immediately said excitedly: “And there’s also the tuition I owe you. I prepared the mecha long ago. I was originally thinking of finding a chance to meet you, but what a coincidence meeting you here in Luo Fei’s dormitory. We must be exceptionally fated, hahaha.”
Ludwig looked at this little guy in front of him, beaming with delight and sporting a brilliant smile, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
Was there a need to be this happy?
After coming out of the dormitory, Luo Fei quietly pulled Iman aside and asked in a low voice: “You haven’t taken a liking to my roommate, have you?”
Iman’s eyes shone as if he had discovered a new continent: “I think he’s different from any Alpha I’ve known before. Such a cold, serious guy makes me really want to conquer him, pounce on him.”
Luo Fei: “…………”
Wait, isn’t this idea a bit wrong? You’re an Omega, and you want to proactively pounce on an Alpha? Is that good?
Uncle Brian’s education methods were truly very problematic. He had taught Iman from a young age that “if you like someone, you should pursue them proactively” and “only by being thick-skinned can you catch them.” As a result, Iman had completely grown crooked, becoming a thick-skinned Omega who proactively chased Alphas. If Ludwig knew this short little guy actually wanted to pounce on him, he would definitely be at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Luo Fei, suppressing a laugh, said: “Then good luck. I look forward to the day you pounce on him.”
Iman lowered his voice and said: “You have to help me with this. He’s your roommate. I’m giving you one week to thoroughly investigate his preferences for me. I plan to give him a big gift for his birthday.”
Luo Fei nodded crisply: “No problem.”
Iman glanced at him doubtfully: “So straightforward? If it were before, wouldn’t you have mocked me?”
Luo Fei cleared his throat and said: “Our dads have such a close relationship, and we grew up together. We’re just like real brothers. Helping you is only right.”
Besides, helping you is helping myself.
You and Mo Han have too many common topics. Mo Han seems to really like your lively, straightforward nature. I’m especially afraid Mo Han might develop an interest in you. Now that you have feelings for someone else, it really couldn’t be better.
