Born to Complete Missions

When Jimo woke up the next day, he realized he had forgotten something important.

He had forgotten to ask Jiang Wangshu for his contact information yesterday.

The system said, [The male lead often has classes in the medical department's teaching building B. You can find him there.]

Jimo narrowed his eyes. [We're not in the same department?]

He had to find a way to transfer departments. With most of the campus between them, he couldn't keep track of the male lead at all times. How was he supposed to protect him?

After class, Jimo went to the cafeteria to eat. The food at the aristocratic academy was lavish. He picked up a small piece of pufferfish sashimi and looked up to find wineglasses set out beside him.

They even had champagne. Who drank in the middle of the day? Were they ready to throw a party here at any moment?

His roommate, Zhuang Zhe, sat down across from him with a tray and couldn't help complaining. "I really don't get why the school admits special students. They take up so many places, and they each get 150,000 Alliance coins a year. I hate seeing those timid looks in their eyes every time."

Jimo swallowed his food without changing expression. After spending the past few days here, he fully understood how much the academy's young masters and young ladies hated the special students.

They could hate them for no reason at all.

He spoke unhurriedly. "Zhuang Zhe, have you ever thought about who would take their place if those hateful special students weren't here?"

The hierarchy at Easton Academy would always exist. It wouldn't disappear just because there were no special students. Someone would always have to take their place.

Zhuang Zhe's face went pale. The ones a little better off than the special students were the nouveau riche like him and Jimo.

They had bought their way in with money.

At least the special students were good at studying. They...

If there were no special students, it went without saying who would take their place.

Seeing that Zhuang Zhe had fallen silent, Jimo casually changed the subject. "Do you know how to transfer departments?"

Zhuang Zhe came back to his senses. "You want to transfer? To which department?"

"The medical school."

Zhuang Zhe froze.

The medical school's courses were notoriously difficult, and more than half its students were special students who had gotten in with high scores. Their major, on the other hand, was famously easy to coast through. They could get a management degree, go home after graduation and take over from their parents. It was smooth sailing all the way.

Seeing Jimo's urging look, Zhuang Zhe said, "The top ten students in the major at the end of the term can transfer, or you can have someone higher up..."

Jimo's attention wandered halfway through, because the system had sounded an alarm in his head.

[Host, please be advised: the male lead and F4 have been detected in the cafeteria at the same time. Please stop him from attracting F4's attention a second time.]

Jimo shot to his feet.

In the original story, Jiang Wangshu had come to the cafeteria alone and run into the F4 members again, leading to a dispute.

If the first time had made F4 lose face, this time was a direct confrontation that thoroughly offended them.

This time, someone secretly stuck out a leg and deliberately tripped Jiang Wangshu as he was getting food. His tray went flying and struck He Zhenglin squarely in the chest.

The He Family was one of the Alliance Empire's four great families and held a monopoly over the empire's entire medical system.

He Zhenglin was their only son.

He was their future successor and a member of F4.

For Jiang Wangshu to work in any medical system in the Alliance, he had to obtain a medical license issued by the He Family.

In other words, Jiang Wangshu's future career depended on what He Zhenglin said.

This mission was crucial.

[System, give me more warning next time there's a mission.]

Both times had been so sudden that Jimo hadn't had any time to prepare.

Jimo looked around anxiously and finally spotted Jiang Wangshu at the serving counter.

At the other end, the F4 members were approaching quickly. That devilish leg was already outstretched, just waiting for Jiang Wangshu to walk into the trap.

Jimo took off running and shouted:

"Wait!"

Jiang Wangshu heard the familiar voice and quickly turned around, but it was too late. Distracted by looking back, he failed to notice what was at his feet and tripped. His tray was about to go flying.

It's too late!

Jimo stared fixedly at the tray. Perhaps his will was simply that powerful: at the critical moment, he leaped with all his might and finally caught the tray securely in midair.

The tray didn't hit the floor, and it didn't hit He Zhenglin.

Holding the tray, Jimo landed in style.

He had made it in time again.

I was born with a sacred physique for completing missions!

The smile hadn't yet left Jimo's lips as he held the tray, ready to find Jiang Wangshu and claim credit, show his face, and raise his favorability a little.

But then...

He turned around.

Splat.

The tray hit a broad chest squarely. Food stained the uniform a riot of colors, and greasy sauce soaked into the expensive fabric.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and everyone gasped at once.

Jimo's smile froze. With difficulty, he looked up.

He met a death stare.

Damn, what rotten luck.

After a few seconds of silence, Jimo steeled himself and said, "Oh, so I'm dreaming. I'll be going now. Bye-bye."

He moved his feet and found that his entire body was already dangling in the air.

Ke Yueyi lifted him with one hand, as if picking up a cat.

When Jimo saw who he had splashed, he despaired even more.

The Ke Family was foremost among the Alliance Empire's four great families. With political and military ties, they monopolized land, sea, and air and controlled the empire's lifelines. To put it dramatically, if they stamped their feet, the entire Alliance would tremble.

Ke Yueyi was the successor they had trained since childhood. He might even become the head of the Alliance.

Ke Yueyi's eyes were utterly indifferent. He leaned a little closer, his emotionless green eyes fixed on Jimo.

Jimo's eyelashes trembled. At that moment, he was immensely grateful for his thick bangs and severe black-framed glasses, which shielded him from most of that murderous glare.

"Hahaha, Yi, so this day has come for you too! I was wondering why you suddenly wanted to come to the cafeteria. Turns out you thought life had been too quiet for us and wanted to give me a little surprise."

He Zhenglin stood at his side with his arms folded, looking ready to enjoy the show.

His voice finally broke the uncanny atmosphere. People came to their senses and began whispering.

"Oh my god, where did this guy come from? Does he have a death wish?"

"F4 finally came to the cafeteria for once. I can't imagine how terribly he'll die afterward."

"No one has ever dared do that to him."

Ke Yueyi was covered in sauce, yet not one person present dared take out a phone to photograph him.

The pressure around Jimo's neck kept him from speaking. He turned his head with difficulty and saw Jiang Wangshu looking at him with concern, about to step forward.

Jimo slowly shook his head, stopping him with a look.

What a joke. If Jiang Wangshu really stepped in, wouldn't everything he had done have been for nothing?

As he was thinking that, pain shot through his chin, and an irresistible force turned his head back.

Jimo met those dark green eyes again, and their owner spoke.

"You still dare get distracted at a time like this?"

Jimo's face was turning blue. He pointed at his neck; he could hardly breathe.

Ke Yueyi looked at him for a few more seconds, finally deciding that if he kept holding him like this, sooner or later the man would die in his hands.

As if throwing away garbage, he casually flung him aside.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Jimo lay on the floor coughing for quite a while before he recovered, looking utterly disheveled.

Jiang Shuwang watched the scene, his heart tightening. Others didn't know, but he knew exactly what had just happened. If this man hadn't helped him, he would have been the one to dump that tray of food on F4.

He had protected him again.

At once, no longer caring about the look the man had given to stop him, he started toward Jimo.

Just then, Huang Zhenghao from the student council suddenly blocked his path. They hadn't gotten to trouble Jiang Wangshu last time, and it had been on their minds.

"Where are you going, little mouse...?"

Ke Yueyi slowly approached and crouched in front of Jimo, looking at him as though observing a small animal.

He stared at Jimo, his lips moving. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear him clearly. "Clear out."

The people there immediately withdrew. Jiang Wangshu didn't want to leave, but Huang Zhenghao pulled him along. "Didn't you hear Brother Yi tell us to leave?"

Jiang Wangshu was forcibly dragged out.