"Professor Wei, the secondary division's principal's office is calling."
"Hmm? Principal? " The young man in the creamy white knitted casual shirt raised his head, revealing an enviable and beautiful face. His lips were slightly raised, and the faint smile seemed to dye his lacquered eyes with bright stars. "Did he say what it was?"
"He didn't say, but judging from his tone, it doesn't seem to be anything good."
"Please transfer the call."
"Okay, please hold on."
Intoxicated by the young man's beauty, the assistant was momentarily dazed. He quickly returned to his senses and transferred the call.
The young man accepted the call request, and the dark screen suddenly lit up, revealing the face of an unfamiliar middle-aged man.
The man was in a suit with a protruding beer belly. His slightly chubby face was filled with impatience as he said something to the young man.
After a while, the young man said in a cold tone, "Sorry, I'll be right there."
After hanging up the call, he tidied up his desk, picked up his coat from the hanger, and put on a light gray scarf.
"Where are you going, Professor Wei?"
A colleague who passed by saw him in a hurry, looking at the bus route as he walked, and asked curiously.
The young man seemed to be in a difficult position. "The Federation's secondary division, but I don't know which bus to take."
The colleague choked on his words. "The secondary division is on the other side of the hemisphere. It'll take at least four hours to get there by bus."
The Federation's top university was on Planet Clemra, and the entire planet had four parts.
Elementary schools, secondary schools, and advanced schools. The last one was the "school district housing" where family members lived during the holidays.
The young man had to cross at least half the planet to get to the secondary division from the advanced division.
After listening to his colleague, the young man frowned. "I'm going to the secondary division to do something, and the other party only gave me forty minutes."
The colleague said, "Forty minutes, there's no rush in this world."
The young man looked at his colleague quietly.
The other party only gave him forty minutes, but it would take him four hours to get there by bus. Was this not a rush?
The colleague was also confused. He said, "I saw you driving a silver Wind Thunder X6 earlier, and it's a limited edition silver deluxe edition. According to the official data, it would take you at most twenty minutes to get to the secondary division from here … With this, why would you take the bus? "
The normal edition cost tens of millions, and this special edition cost at least a hundred million.
The price was secondary. The key was that this kind of limited edition was only available to certain people. It could not be bought without some social status.
Ever since the young man drove this car to work, many young teaching assistants became even more enthusiastic towards him.
He could even afford a sports car worth hundreds of millions, but this young man actually liked to take public transport?
Sure enough, poverty limited his imagination.
The youth said, "I don't have a driver's license, so I can't drive. Previously, it was in autopilot mode, but this mode has a speed limit. "
With the autopilot mode activated, the speed of the sports car would be limited to the minimum, and it would be able to drive according to the predetermined route without a driver.
Her colleague had an idea and suggested, "I have a driver's license. I'll take you there."
The young man smiled apologetically. "Then I'll have to trouble you."
His colleague looked calm on the surface, but he was wild with joy in his heart.
A limited-edition sports car worth hundreds of millions!
He had only seen it on the virtual network and had never touched it.
After driving it for a bit, he found that the car's performance was far more terrifying than the official data. His colleague immediately thought of modifying it.
"Have you modified your sports car?"
The hover sports car steadily stopped at the parking lot, and the young man prepared to get off.
"My wife modified it. She's quite interested in it."
His colleague was speechless. "Didn't the officials say that the limited-edition silver Tempest X6 is infinitely close to the military's tank configuration?"
The young man smiled. "I'm not sure about that. She said that the original car was too fragile and had poor defense, so she modified it to be thicker."
His colleague looked speechlessly at the silver Tempest X6 in front of him. The perfect lines of the car made people fall in love at first sight.
The reason for the modification was actually "poor defense"?
Could it be that the young man was the son of a high-ranking official?
His colleague was secretly puzzled.
The young man did not understand the Secondary Division at all. Without his colleague's help, he would not have been able to find his destination.
The verification procedures in the principal's office were a little troublesome. Without his colleague's help, the young man would probably be obstructed for a while.
"I really don't know which planet you came from before. You don't even know how to use these basic instruments —"
His colleague muttered in a low voice. The young man smiled gently. Not only was he not angry, but he also studied seriously.
After entering the office, the principal's words reached their ears.
"Wei Cong, your parents aren't here yet?"
The young man heard his mischievous son snort unhappily.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Principal, I'm late." The young man smiled faintly. "May I know what mistake my son made?"
He spoke in a genteel manner, but because he was a professor of ancient culture who specialized in ancient history, no one said anything.
"You are?" The principal looked at the young man and asked, "You're Wei Cong's father?"
Based on appearance alone, the young man and Wei Cong were indeed somewhat similar. He looked more like an elder brother than a father.
The young man nodded and asked honestly, "Yes, do I need to show my paternity certificate?"
The principal's smile froze and he said stiffly, "No need."
His colleague was flustered.
The mysterious professor of the Federation's top institution of higher learning —
Married with a child?
Suddenly, this colleague felt that there was hope for him to get out of singlehood.
Now that the young man was married, wouldn't Yanyan, who had a crush on him, give up?
Just as he was thinking, the couple standing at the side interrupted.
"You're this child's father?"
Their attitude was a little rude and unreasonable, and their faces were angry.
The young man gently raised his hand and patted his bratty son, who had just reached his shoulder. He was not angry at the couple's attitude at all. He was unbelievably gentle. "Yes, I'm his father. The principal didn't explain in detail just now, so I don't know what happened. "
The two of them sized up the young man.
The young man was dressed very casually. All of them were ordinary brands with affordable prices. However, he had a good temperament, so his clothes exuded the air of luxury.
"I hope you can educate your son well. His conduct is not worthy of studying at the top institution of higher learning in the Federation." The man opposite him glanced at Wei Cong contemptuously and said, "Stealing is a very despicable act. Refusing to admit it is even more unforgivable!"
The principal added, "If this matter is true, Wei Cong will be criticized by the entire school and punished with expulsion."
A trace of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes as he looked down at his son, who had just entered puberty.
Although this child was a little bratty, he would not do such a thing.
"What happened?"
"I don't know either. That kid snatched my mecha model for no reason and even accused me of stealing." Wei Cong was very angry, but his father's many years of guidance allowed him to suppress the anger surging in his heart. "Why would the top institution hire a liar who's full of lies?"
The young man frowned slightly and said indifferently, "I believe my son's words. He wouldn't do such a thing. Everything requires evidence. If Mr. Principal or this couple can produce concrete evidence, such as stealing surveillance footage, I will personally educate them. "
The man said, "That's impossible, because the theft happened in the bathroom of the training cabin. That's a surveillance blind spot."
The young man laughed and said, "If that's the case, how can you be sure that my son stole some mecha model?"
The man was enraged as well. Before he could speak, the young man who had shrunk to the side spoke up, mumbling, "That mech model is the latest limited edition model. My dad pulled some strings and spent over 5 million to buy it. Other than the difference in scale, every function is modeled after a real battle mecha. There's even a unique code on it. I lost the model, and Wei Cong obtained a model with the same code … "
Although there was no surveillance footage, was there a need to guess?
Wei Cong laughed angrily. "You're twisting words and forcing logic. You're slandering me without evidence. You're going too far!"
The young man said, "Are you going to say that your family bought the mecha model in your hand?"
Wei Cong suppressed his anger. "So what if it is!"
"A person who can afford a mecha that costs over five million credits is wearing a T-shirt that costs over two hundred credits?"
"You're discriminating too much. What's wearing a T-shirt that costs over two hundred credits to you?"
"You're just a commoner. With your family's situation, you probably can barely afford the tuition fees, right?"
Wei Cong could not hold back his temper and took a step forward.
The young man raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder, pulling him back.
Wei Cong, who had been raging just a moment ago, was now extremely obedient.
The young man said, "What's with the model?"
Wei Cong shrunk his neck and whispered, "Isn't it about to start the mecha course? It's still a few years before I can really learn how to pilot, so I secretly asked my sister for help. Who knew that I'd just received the goods today, and not long after I played with them, this guy would go crazy and say that I stole his stuff — "
He was being wronged.
The young man sneered. "You said your sister bought it for you? Let your sister come over and confront us — "
Wei Cong said, "Are you stupid? Wait for my sister to come over. Why are you so thick-skinned?"
The young man was furious.
"There must be some misunderstanding in this matter."
Seeing the two teenagers quarreling over this, the young man frowned unhappily.
"What misunderstanding can there be? The school doesn't accept people with a criminal record of theft. Wei Cong, it's better to call your mother over and settle the withdrawal procedures together. " The young man snorted. "I can settle this privately. If you voluntarily withdraw from school, this matter won't be recorded in your file. How about that?"
The young man did not go overboard.
Although Wei Cong stole his favorite model, he could let bygones be bygones now that the item was back.
Wei Cong was just a commoner student. If he was recorded in the secondary department of the best university, he would not be able to find a job in the future.
"What's the model number? I'll ask Yan and find out what's going on. "
"2012 XSD3611, the same model as Wargod 1253G." The young man glanced at Wei Cong's father. He was not as angry as he was at first because of his good looks. "Since Wei Cong said his sister bought it, there must be a receipt, right? If you can produce evidence to prove that the model in his hand is indeed his, then I can apologize to him — "
Although he said that, he did not believe that Wei Cong could produce evidence.
The young man noted it down and opened his communicator to send a message to his daughter.
After a while, the message came back.
[Mom threw it to me a few days ago. I gave it to Cong in passing. Where did the receipt come from?]
The young man secretly had a headache. He pulled up his wife's contact avatar and roughly explained the current situation.
He replied instantly —
[What the hell? Cong stole? Wait a minute —]
After a while, someone's communicator rang.
Everyone looked at each other. The principal nodded apologetically in slight embarrassment. It was an unfamiliar video call request.
Seeing this, the young man said, "Mr. Principal, you can answer it. If I'm not mistaken, it should be my wife."
What the hell?
The principal agreed to the video call in surprise.
Because it was a three-dimensional communication, the person would not appear on a two-dimensional plane. Instead, it would be directly projected into a three-dimensional image.
"Hello, Mr. Principal."
As soon as the person spoke, everyone in the principal's office was silent.
"You — you — hello — Jiang — Jiang —"
"Well, I'm in a bit of a hurry. Let's cut to the chase and get straight to the point." Jiang Pengji said, "I just heard from my husband that my son stole. The evidence is true, so it's very likely that he will be expelled from the school. He might even be recorded. Is this true?"
The principal was stunned.
Not only him, but everyone else was also stunned.
They could understand every word the chief said, but when combined into one sentence, they could not understand it.
"Evidence is important when doing things. Is there a surveillance camera or a witness?"
The principal blushed and said with difficulty, "No —"
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows. "Since there is no evidence, why did you say that Cong stole?"
The principal glanced at the young man's parents. Their expressions were very interesting, like a broken palette.
Faced with the questioning of the chief, the principal did not dare to be vague, not to mention that the chief was the most difficult old hooligan to deal with!
The principal explained the reason rather awkwardly.
Although it was beautified, it could not hide from Jiang Pengji's eyes.
"I think the atmosphere of the top school should be changed. The school is a place for students to seek knowledge. How can there be class discrimination? If this matter is broadcasted by the military media or the civilian media, I think the top school will be on the hot search list for a few days. "
The principal choked and was speechless.
Could this kind of thing be linked to discrimination?
The school was already relatively fair. The teaching resources they could provide could also be enjoyed by children from ordinary backgrounds, but children from wealthy families could enjoy more top-notch resources. These resources could not even be provided by the school, let alone for ordinary children.
For example, the simulated mecha this time.
This kind of mecha model was not a toy on the market. Other than the scale and weapon power, everything else was made according to real war mecha. Even if you had money, you could not buy it. Children with power and money could learn in advance, but could ordinary children?
"Chief, there must be a misunderstanding in this matter —"
"Of course I know there's a misunderstanding." Jiang Pengji smiled. "Cong would not steal a classmate's mecha model, and he does not have a hobby of stealing. There is no doubt about this. Because the mecha model was made according to my former ride, the manufacturer gave me two sets as souvenirs. There is no possibility of it being fake. I have already contacted the manufacturer to investigate the serial number, and various certificates can prove that the one in my hands is real. I have a rude suggestion — you'd better check if the lost mecha model is a high-quality imitation — "
The principal only felt his cheeks blush.
The youth's parents could not help but suspect that they had bought a high-quality imitation at a high price.
After all, it was impossible for a dignified chief to buy a high-quality imitation from official channels.
"I'm sorry, Chief, this is my fault. I did not investigate in detail and wrongly accused Young Master Wei." The youth's father could not help but speak up, trying to save some face. "Regarding the lost mecha model, I will investigate carefully. I will not wrongly accuse anyone."
Jiang Pengji smiled. "It's okay. It's good that this matter has been resolved."
Wei Cong could not hold it in any longer.
Just a series of apologies was enough?
He had been wrongly accused for a few hours. The teachers and principal took turns to meet him, and all of them accused him of stealing.
Hadn't he just insulted him with his eyes and nose, mocking him for wearing a cheap T-shirt that cost 200 Credits?
"Although Cong is young, he is still a young man. This gentleman should be able to understand what it's like to have a bratty son with strong self-esteem at home." Jiang Pengji seemed to sense Wei Cong's resentment and added with a smile. The gentleman immediately understood.
"Of course I can understand. After this matter is investigated, I will solemnly apologize to Young Master Wei and compensate for the mental damage."
Wei Cong was still a little angry, but after a few snorts, he wilted. He lowered his head and secretly rejoiced.
He was satisfied that his mother could take time out of her busy schedule to help him solve a trivial matter.
The matter was not complicated, but before Jiang Pengji revealed her identity, Wei Cong was determined to be a commoner student.
A commoner student holding a mecha model worth more than five million would make any normal person think that it was of unknown origin.
The other party's attitude was more rude and unreasonable. They insisted on their own judgment, so Wei Cong was naturally at a disadvantage.
Now that the positions were reversed, the previously arrogant person could not be arrogant anymore.
After careful investigation, they finally found the lost mecha model.
After the manufacturer's appraisal, the lost model was indeed a high-quality imitation. The one in Wei Cong's hand was the real one.
The youth apologized to Wei Cong accompanied by his parents.
"You're … the son of His Excellency the Commander?" The youth was still very confused.
"Yes, is it strange?"
"Then why are you dressed so shabbily?"
Which proper young master would dress so intimately?
Wei Cong choked and retorted, "My dad likes to shop online. Not happy? I can also wear a shabby T-shirt like this, okay? "
The youth was embarrassed and ashamed. Fortunately, Wei Cong did not pursue the matter for revenge, so they were in peace.
On the other side, the youth's colleague was dumbstruck and could not react for a long time.
The mysterious professor who usually did not bat an eyelid was actually the man of the infamous Commander?
The flowers in the school who coveted the youth.
Did these people know who their love rivals were?
"You and His Excellency the Commander are …"
The youth laughed. "We are husband and wife."
"A secret marriage?"
"No, but she and I don't like to receive too much attention from the outside world, not to mention that our child is still young."
The colleague was already speechless.
"That sports car …"
"She bought it for me to travel to work. Ah Cong's temperament is a bit awkward and he's in puberty. I'm worried about him, so I followed him to Clemla so that it's convenient to take care of him. " The youth smiled and squinted his eyes. "Don't tell anyone about this. She's been in a bad mood lately because I've been paying too much attention to Ah Cong and neglected her. If there are any related reports, I'm afraid she'll cause trouble."
The corner of the colleague's mouth twitched.
He'd be crazy to spread gossip about the Commander.
"I definitely won't!"
There was no need to mention how uncomfortable it felt to have a secret that others did not know.
The matter seemed to have been resolved, but not long after, the principal was demoted. He issued a series of documents to rectify the school's atmosphere.
The group of students' parents was baffled. Only the person involved knew the inside story.
Six years later, Wei Cong finished his secondary and higher school courses and graduated a few years ahead of schedule.
At the graduation ceremony, the Commander of the Seventh Army, Her Excellency Jiang Pengji, attended as a special guest and awarded the graduation certificates to the student representatives.
After the formal award of certificates, there were other entertainment programs.
Jiang Pengji got off the stage and said to Wei Cong, "Well done."
Wei Cong straightened his chest.
"… I'm a little biased towards certain subjects. Combat subjects barely hold me back. I don't recommend you to enter the combat ranks. Consider a civilian position. "
Wei Cong's face drooped.
"Your sister already gave you a handicap of nine fingers, but you still couldn't beat her. If you join the battle, you'll just be sending yourself to the enemy."
Wei Cong immediately looked like a frost-bitten eggplant. He was completely drained of energy.
"How do you know I can't do it if you don't try?"
The headmaster of the Advanced Department was dumbfounded as he listened to their conversation.
Seeing Wei Cong contradict Jiang Pengji, he tried to smooth things over by apologizing to Jiang Pengji on Wei Cong's behalf.
"Army Commander, this —"
Jiang Pengji said good-naturedly, "Ah Cong is throwing a tantrum. I've made a fool of myself in front of the principal."
Ah Cong?
Wasn't that a little too intimate?
The principal of the Advanced Department was dumbfounded.
"Wei Cong is His Excellency's relative?"
The conversation between the two was broadcasted to the virtual network.
Because it was a routine graduation broadcast every year, there weren't many viewers at the beginning.
It was a cliché. It was the same routine every year. It was annoying to watch too much.
However —
The more the audience listened, the more they felt that something was wrong. Their thoughts were perfectly synchronized with the principal's.
"My son," Jiang Pengji said.
"Oh, so it's His Excellency's son —" As the principal spoke, his expression froze.
Son?
The audience watching the live broadcast also exploded.
The Army Commander's son?
That wasn't right. When did she get married?
Who was she marrying?
Everyone had the same question.
As if to answer their doubts, an extremely good-looking young man entered the range of the camera.
"Dad — I'm here —"
As soon as Wei Cong opened his mouth, the bullet screen exploded.
[Don't push me — let me see who the father of the Seventh Army's Crown Prince is —]
[Oh my god, my goddess is actually married. Her child is about to enlist in the army. Are you kidding me?]
[This year's media can't do it —]
[Upstairs, are you stupid? Even if you gave those paparazzi 10 million heads, they wouldn't dare to follow and secretly take pictures of the big shots in the military, right?]
[The Crown Prince is so good-looking. He's so good-looking!]
[The Boss's man is good-looking too. I don't think he's had plastic surgery.]
[Oh my god, Jiang Pengji, this scourge, is finally single. Can I find a lady in the army who's willing to let me take over?]
The bullet screen audience quickly attracted the attention of others when they called the Army Commander's name directly.
But in the next second, he deleted the bullet screen and continued to lurk.
[Cheering for the Army Commander!]
[He's the Army Commander now. When the next Marshal election is held, he'll be the Marshal, right?]
[That's for sure. The current Army Commanders are either too old or too inexperienced. None of them can fight.]
[He's the Army Commander's man now. He'll be the Marshal's man in the future. Did this man save the Human Alliance in his previous life?]
[Looking at the Boss's resume, she really has a cheat life. Speaking of which, her surname is Jiang — tsk tsk, I can't help but think of a certain family.]
[I also think of a certain family —]
[Yes, yes, I have the same feeling — a certain unspeakable family.]
[You guys are so weird. Our Army Commander came up on his own. There are many people with the surname Jiang in the world! What are you jealous of?]
Not long after, the bullet screen was quickly cleared.
Regardless of the media's trending topics, Jiang Pengji looked in the direction of the young man with a smile.
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