Chapter 75

When the maglev train was halfway through its journey, Professor Arnold suddenly asked him, "Hey, what's your name?"

Toto glanced at the female soldier instinctively. Since it was Professor Arnold who spoke first, the female soldier only gave him a brief look and did not cause him any further trouble.

Toto was able to scrutinize the professor closely. He looked about the same age as Fei, with fiery red hair, watery blue eyes, pale lips, and a perpetually downturned mouth that gave him a cold and disdainful air.

His face was pale and he was unhealthily thin. Fortunately, he was very tall, so he didn't look like a timid, shrinking huddle. But he also lacked the full and vibrant life of a male insect. Instead, he was very rigid and had a cold, hard, almost unrefined appearance.

The emerald green medal pinned to his spotless robe proclaimed his inferior status.

According to the Commander, the Professor was originally a refugee from a fringe planet, and after the last Walsh male died, no one inherited the surname.

After extensive investigation, the government finally located the professor and relocated him back to the capital. However, he did not retain the distinctive hair color of the Walsh family, and his accent and appearance were not similar to those of the insectoid race in the capital, which led to much discrimination and criticism.

However, this male had no interest in climbing the social ladder. He studied diligently and broke the rule that federal universities never admitted the lowest-ranking males, becoming the first Green Medal male to receive a professorship.

As a result, he faced even more criticism.

At the time, Toto was puzzled: "Is it because he himself lacks real talent and ability?"

“No,” the Commander said with a faint smile. “Although the old nobility has declined, the concept of hierarchy is still deeply ingrained in the insectoid mind. The difference in genetic aptitude is like that between a dog and its master in the eyes of the nobility. You may admit that a dog is beautiful and cute, but you will not accept that it has the same rights as its master.”

The older female insect rested her chin on her hand, her posture elegant, her tone even, seemingly teasing, yet also mocking: "For example, beauty, excellence, diligence, studiousness, keenness, wit, courage... these qualities are part of the identity of a high-ranking insect race."

"As for the inferior races, although they are also insectoids, they are regarded as ignorant and mediocre, with short lifespans and low status. If they were to intrude into high society, it would be considered an overstepping of boundaries..."

At this point, the commander paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I was once just as arrogant."

Fei didn't continue, and the two Zerglings silently fell into their own thoughts. Neither of them noticed how close they were to each other, or perhaps they did notice but both chose to ignore it.

Returning to his senses, Toto looked at the professor and replied, "My name is Toregia."

He didn't use any honorifics or humble expressions, a rude act that could easily alert a nobleman to his status in social situations. Professor Arnold was quite surprised. He repeated Torregia's name, then paused, as if remembering something: "You're the child Phil Puinston mentioned?"

Professor Arnold showed no embarrassment or fear when referring to his high-ranking commander by his surname.

He looked Toto up and down, his eyes wide with surprise, then snorted heavily, glared at him, and turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.

Toto was completely bewildered and didn't know how to ease the tension, so he could only awkwardly hug his luggage and pretend to look at the scenery.

The levitation train flew through the clouds, accelerated along the aerial track, and arrived at the Imperial Capital Academy an hour and a half later.

Toto and the professor parted ways at the parking lot and followed the signs to enter the school through the main gate.

Unlike the Central City, which is dominated by a metallic and technological style, the Imperial Capital School has a simple and ancient architectural style, with lush greenery on campus, exuding understated luxury and cultural heritage.

Each newly enrolled Zerg student is followed by a servant-like Zerg, who helps with moving luggage and handling formalities.

The lone young male insect attracted a lot of attention and speculation.

He had his hair shaved very short, dressed simply and without any adornment. What was most striking was his pair of bright, dark gray eyes, his somewhat intimidating appearance, and—the green medal on his chest.

hiss--

Some Zerg stopped in their tracks.

The lowest-ranking male insect?

Which major has specially allocated poverty alleviation quotas this year?

But why didn't this male Zerg use the back door, the one reserved for lower-ranking Zerg? Why did it come here specifically? What is it trying to do? Or is it using its gender advantage to find a higher-ranking female Zerg to use as a stepping stone for advancement?

Ninety-five percent of the students at the Imperial Capital Academy are from the lowest-ranking insectoid race or above. In other words, most of them are federal nobles. Only five percent are quotas allocated to the lowest-ranking insectoid race to appease public opinion.

Most lower-ranking Zerg will try to keep a low profile during their seven years at school to avoid offending the upper-ranking Zerg. Once they graduate, they can find relatively well-paying jobs and their status will be different from that of the lower-ranking Zerg.

Their way of survival was to avoid appearing before the nobility.

But the guy who walks in through the front door so brazenly these days has absolutely no sense of self-awareness.

He carried a simple suitcase and, as if on a spring outing, stopped to look at the grass, reached out to touch the tree trunks, and even took out a packaged sandwich, eating it as he walked.

The Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed, and the corners of his mouth were smeared with red sauce.

All of this makes the insects' imaginations run wild.

Moreover, his appearance aroused a desire in insects to conquer him.

With that stubborn and assertive appearance, and that tall and slender figure, if he were to show an expression of great discomfort and repression, or be in so much pleasure or pain that he couldn't control his breathing, revealing his Adam's apple, and being passively licked/enjoyed by insects...

Toto took a bite of his sandwich and looked up at the sky.

Countless cars rush along the busy suspended tracks in the sky, while giant hot air balloons adorned with welcome messages made of flowers and ribbons slowly fly over the green trees.

As I was watching, a shadow suddenly swept over.

"Hi."

Several tall female insects, with their arms around each other's shoulders, blocked Toto's view. Toto was surprised by their height and physique, so strong that they seemed like two of him. He put down the sandwich in his mouth and greeted them calmly.

Such behavior caused the Zerg, who had been observing him repeatedly, to frown.

This male insect certainly has ulterior motives!

After reaching adulthood, Toto hasn't had much contact with adult female insects. To some extent, he doesn't have a strong sense of gender boundaries. He doesn't even realize when the other person is clearly exceeding the social safety distance; he just feels a little strange.

The female insects exchanged smiles. The tallest one in the middle raised her eyebrows and flippantly adjusted the silver medal on her chest. Suddenly, she propped one hand on his cheek and said, "Hi, my name is Lied. How about we have a meal together?"

They laughed and joked, thinking that the male insect with impure motives must be frightened, or perhaps it would pounce on them with a smile.

But the other person didn't show any expression.

This is nothing, of course.

When Toto was a child, he saw male insects being forcibly dragged away by powerful slave owners. Violence was an integral part of his life, and even though his female father hid him far away, he still saw many such incidents.

Therefore, this teasing was nothing to Toto; his gentleness was not even worth Toto's attention.

He was about to refuse when he suddenly felt a chill down his back as someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back. When he turned around, he saw Professor Arnold, who was furious. The other man's tense expression clearly showed that he was very angry.

Until the other party dragged me into the office and pressed me down on the sofa.

Toto still didn't know why he had been brought here, while Arnold was furious, looking like he was about to explode with anger, but had to swallow it all down.

He drank several mouthfuls of water before he slowly calmed down, then slammed the teacup down. He sat on the sofa, arms crossed, staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Whenever Toto tried to speak or move his bottom, Professor Arnold would stare at him as if he had committed some terrible crime.

Toto had heard his story and respected him, so he couldn't stand up and leave. He could only sit on the sofa and stare at the professor.

After a long pause, Professor Arnold, whose demeanor was outwardly cold and aloof, straightened his tie and said in a harsh tone, "Don't bother with those insects. You know what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into! Don't you have a powerful guardian? Tell him to come and get you! Now! Immediately!"

"But I still have to attend the opening ceremony."

“Fool, you know nothing. That kind of thing is completely unnecessary, it’s just…” Professor Arnold rubbed his temples, extremely annoyed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Arnold abruptly looked up and said coldly, "Come in."

The person who pushed open the door was actually the female soldier. When she saw Toto, she was slightly surprised. She stroked her chin and looked back and forth between Professor Arnold and herself, with a smile on her face: "So it's you. I was wondering what the playboys everyone was talking about looked like."

Professor Arnold replied bluntly, "Alright, don't waste my time. Get out and send the light signal to the monitor bug yourself. I have to work."

After being kicked out of the office, Toto sat on a bench downstairs until he met Commander Fei. When Fei found the building, he saw Toto resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought. He walked over and sat down next to Toto.

The ceremony ended early, and there were hardly any insects around.

The leaves of the late-blooming maple rustled. Fei squinted, his ears having not heard such a tranquil sound in a long time.

He turned his head to look at the male insect next to him: "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Fei always knew that Toto could take care of himself. In his heart, there was always a boundary between him and Fei. If Fei didn't ask him, he wouldn't say anything.

Toto looked up and met Fei's gaze.

Looking at it this way, Fei seems to see a shadow of his childhood self. He was oblivious to his head injuries and didn't make a sound until Fei grabbed him and wiped the bloodstains clean. Then he burst into tears and told Fei that his father had passed away.

Toto frowned, looking troubled, and said very seriously, "I think I've gotten myself into trouble."

He was immature and got into trouble, but didn't know how to solve it. This had never happened before. Toto was the most reliable helper. He never made the insect feel troubled.

But Fei seemed to know what he was thinking and chuckled, "Torregia, but I don't need you to be sensible."

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