Chapter 68 The Slum Boy's Desperate Comeback (Thirteen)
When Si Yisi logged back in to collect the star coins she had won, she deliberately removed the gold lettering above her head and changed it back to "System 414".
As he passed by the mecha customization center he had frequented, he found the owner leaning on the table, sobbing uncontrollably.
Si Yisi walked past without changing his expression, and received a sum of money amidst the surprised gazes of the staff at the gambling table.
A hand landed on Si Yisi's shoulder, but he instinctively shook it off.
Just as Si Yisi was about to execute the person who had attempted the attack on the spot, she noticed a familiar person standing up, rubbing their shoulder in pain.
Lin Xi'an grinned at Si Yisi and said, "Want to get to know each other?"
Although the person had changed their name, Lin Xi'an recognized Si Yisi by their build and height. Before she could even get close, she was struck.
"No need." Si Yisi turned and left.
"Hey—think about it again. Don't you really dislike that Tru guy? Well, I do too, so how about...?"
Si Yisi could also see that Lin Xi'an's purpose in seeking out this "nameless person" was not to win him over, but rather to form a strange sense of "comradeship".
Are they kids forming cliques...?
Si Yisi glanced at Lin Xi'an with a calm expression, then nimbly dodged his touch again.
He coldly tossed out a sentence: "Don't bother, I'll handle it myself."
Lin Xi'an was momentarily disappointed, then leaned lazily against the wall, having discerned Si Yisi's underlying meaning.
Solve it yourself? Then Tru is really unlucky! That would be... absolutely awesome!
Upon hearing that his rival would likely be in for some time to come, Lin Xi'an happily communicated with Tru, demanding the consequences of losing the bet.
The call was only connected after a full two minutes. Lin Xi'an keenly noticed the faint red marks covered by powder on Tru's cheeks and the trace of blood on his lips that hadn't been wiped away when Tru appeared on the screen.
Haha! Did he get beaten up and then vomit blood from anger?
Lin Xi'an's lips unconsciously curved upwards, stopping at a very gloating arc.
Tru, in a gruff and extremely agitated voice, demanded, "What are you trying to do?!"
“Demand a price, Truru.” Lin Xi’an saw Truru’s face getting worse and worse, probably thinking of some unpleasant price to pay.
Knowing Tru's arrogant and complacent nature... ugh, if he lost, Tru would definitely try every vicious method to humiliate him.
Correspondingly, Tru unexpectedly lost the game this time, and he naturally expected Lin Xi'an to respond with extremely vicious methods.
Lin Xi'an understood perfectly, so he teased Tru by drawing out his words: "I want you..."
As expected, Tru's face grew increasingly dark, just like the face of Bao Gong as recorded in ancient historical records unearthed from archaeological excavations!
Lin Xi'an couldn't help but say, "What kind of resentful look do you have? Do you think I'm like you, thinking all day long about who should kneel down and apologize to you?"
"I'm not as bored and perverted as you, craving the pleas of losers, ugh..."
Tru's expression did not improve at all because of Lin Xi'an's explanation. He swallowed a few times, his face was shockingly pale, as if he was about to vomit blood from anger at any moment!
"I want several shops under your name." Lin Xi'an lazily moved his arms, shifting to a more comfortable position. "Oh, and I also want Bai Lingqiu—the Silver Star War God—whom you own."
He figured that with Tru's petty nature, he would definitely try to trip up Bai Lingqiu, which would inevitably affect Bai Lingqiu's performance in the competition.
Lin Xi'an was thinking that if he got Bai Lingqiu under his control, someone who wouldn't make things difficult for him would likely perform more consistently.
He didn't want to see a rising star fall before it even got off the ground. Lin Xi'an was quite appreciative of talent, although it was mostly due to the subtle influence of his father's abuse on him.
"I see."
Tru ground his teeth so hard that Lin Xi'an could see them, and the constant grinding made Lin Xi'an feel Tru's hidden anger.
Let's add fuel to the fire.
Lin Xi'an quickly interjected as Tru unilaterally ended the call: "I heard you're going to study at Anderson Military Academy?"
Congratulations, fellow alumnus!
Lin Xi'an smiled lazily, like a cunning old fox, just like his father.
The few days of the Kaz royal celebration passed quickly, but this time Tru rarely showed up due to his brief confinement.
The buzz surrounding that incident on StarNet came and went quickly, but it has already left a faint impression on people's minds, becoming a part of Tru's dark history.
If the news media were to mention Trudeau, this incident would definitely be brought up again and again as a negative example.
During the few days Si Yisi spent in the spacecraft, he not only became very comfortable in StarNet and made up for his missing information database, but also personally taught Lisa how to use StarNet.
While everyone on the StarNet was buzzing about the mecha user who wore the ugliest mecha, had the most flamboyant name, and performed the most difficult maneuvers, Si Yisi was playing a game of match-3 with Lisa.
While clearing the blocks, he multitasked, diverting some of his attention to the information about the "Blood Moon Mist" circulating on the StarNet.
In order to maintain a harmonious online environment, StarNet has adopted a vague and ambiguous approach to this matter.
However, keywords such as "Zerg" caught Si Yisi's eye. He also noticed that after the Blood Moon Mist incident 21 years ago, and even more so after the Third Prince was lost and found, many suspicious comments that have now been deleted appeared on the StarNet.
Of course, this couldn't stop Si Yisi from thoroughly dealing with the consciousness of the StarNet.
He retrieved the relevant information with ease.
This type of commentary emerged in large numbers in the period following that incident.
[Are you really sure this Third Prince isn't some kind of clone? Or is he a Zergling who was switched out?]
[After being kidnapped by a group of extremists, they were miraculously found safe and sound a few days later. That doesn't seem right.]
[Shh... I'm reminded of those retro novels about real and fake heiresses, could it be like this too...?]
Some of this information was deleted in a concentrated manner, but Si Yisi noticed that it was all clicked by a single account more than ten years later.
That lone account, which only had a name listed, also clicked on some posts.
[Isn't the bloodline of the Kaz Empire's royal family always outstanding? Their mental strength is astonishingly high, so how come there's a prince with only B-rank mental strength—?]
[“Beep—” Is the prince’s mother really the current emperor and empress? I feel like they don’t look alike at all. Is it true that the emperor and empress are a loving couple? I have a feeling that the “beep prince’s” birth mother isn’t the emperor and empress… Whispering quietly, don’t let the authorities find out.]
Si Yisi thought to himself, "This account user is undoubtedly Tru. He probably used an account registered by his subordinate to browse these posts."
Was he...doubting his own origins? And it seemed that Si'an had been mistaken for the real prince, which led to his tragic death at the hands of the mech. But these rumors weren't enough to make Tru so rashly commit murder; there needed to be a straw that would break his spirit and lead him from doubt to certainty.
Where did that straw come from that broke the camel's back?
Sisley was inclined to believe that someone had somehow managed to let Tru discover this possible fact quietly.
However, even now, Si Yisi still doesn't know whether Si An is a real prince or a fake one.
A hand rested on Si Yisi's forehead, and he met a pair of worried gray eyes.
"...What's wrong, Si'an?" Lisa asked, puzzled and anxious. Si'an's thoughts were wandering too much, and Lisa noticed that he was lost in thought.
She touched Si Yisi's forehead with her hand, which was etched with wrinkles, to check his temperature. After a while, the worried expression on her face slowly turned into a relieved smile.
Even inside such a luxurious aircraft, Lisa still retained the knowledge she had developed in the slums. She knew that fever could be fatal, which is why she instinctively touched Si Yisi's forehead to check his temperature.
"I was just thinking about some things."
Si Yisi moved her lips and asked Lisa, "Mother, do you remember what happened twenty-one years ago?"
As soon as Si Yisi uttered these words, Lisa's expression turned astonishingly fragile; she looked like porcelain, about to shatter on the ground at any moment.
A shadow fell over Lisa’s gray eyes, fear and resistance flashing in her pupils before settling into weakness.
"Please...don't ask, okay? Si'an."
Lisa's reaction put Sisley at a standstill, and he sighed, "I'm not asking anymore."
If this kind of interrogation continues, Lisa will break down, won't she? There must be more to this than meets the eye, but we can't conclude from this that it's related to the Blood Moon Mist.
Si Yisi reached out and picked up the external mouse, then eliminated a block.
"Mother, I'm going to die."
Although it was a very crude way to distract her, the addition of the coins immediately drew Lisa's attention back.
She quickly regained her composure and threw herself wholeheartedly into the game that cost her so many star coins. Once you lose those coins, you can't get them back! That won't do!
Si Yisi then easily contacted Dr. Huo Zhifou. He looked directly at Huo Zhifou and said, "I have obtained enough star coins and can repay you now."
Behind Si Yisi was the understated yet luxurious interior of the aircraft. Huo Zhifou saw it clearly, and a deep sense of horror flashed in her eyes.
He had initially thought that Si Yisi's trip would be disastrous, and he hadn't even expected to get his star coins back. But now he discovered that Si Yisi was actually thriving!
But no matter what, Si Yisi has become someone he can't afford to offend.
Huo Zhifou didn't try to make a big deal out of the contract anymore; he readily wiped the slate clean.
Several days passed, and the Imperial Celebration once again came to a perfect close, allowing the aircraft to resume their flight path. Si Yisi met Lin Xi'an.
Lin Xi'an appeared very abruptly, emerging from the ceiling inside the aircraft. The moment Si Yisi opened her eyes, she saw Lin Xi'an lying against gravity on the soft cushions, radiating an aura of complacency and lack of ambition.
Lin Xi'an saw him and waved to him. She calmly rolled off the cushion, her disheveled purplish-black hair standing out. "Hmm, we meet again."
He tried to see surprise in Sis's eyes.
How could Si Yisi so easily give in to his wishes? He stared intently at Lin Xi'an with his dark eyes, which were like black vortexes that wanted to suck people in.
Lin Xi'an didn't know why, but she felt like she was facing her own father.
Tsk...not fun.
He waved his hand and led Si Yisi to complete the enrollment procedures. The principal of Anderson Military Academy was an acquaintance of Lin Xi'an's father, so Lin Xi'an should call him uncle.
The principal gave Si Yisi a deep look, stamped the admission form with a red stamp, and then kept Lin Xi'an behind.
He closed the door and asked Lin Xi'an, "How dare you send in a student who is connected to the Blood Moon Mist?"
Such things can't be hidden from others. Not to mention that the nobles who came in are all maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, but in reality, they are just putting on airs. Those who should know about Si Yisi already know.
Lin Xi'an said magnanimously, "If we are afraid of someone associated with a cult, wouldn't that be admitting defeat to the cult?"
"Furthermore, I don't think Si'an is the kind of person who would get involved with cults."
"Nonsense," the principal said. "Are you judging people based on your intuition?"
Lin Xi'an waved his hand: "I think that in the future, Si'an might not even look down on those so-called cultists... Hmm, he gives me a stern feeling like a father. And Uncle, you're not actually afraid of Si'an at all, are you?"
The principal twitched his lips: "Don't worry. To be honest... these nobles do need some external factors to give them impetus."
"What do you mean?" Lin Xi'an asked in surprise.
The principal pushed the completed enrollment paperwork towards Lin Xi'an, where Lin Xi'an hadn't yet noticed that it was written in black and white on the paper—
[Student Si'an will be entering the prestigious Drama Department at Anderson College.]
He intends to use Si Yisi to properly temper the overly pampered nobles.
Lin Xi'an came out looking rather worried. He looked Si Yisi up and down, his thin arms and legs scrutinized, and patted him on the shoulder:
"You should eat more in the future... but overeating is also bad."
Si Yisi almost knocked Lin Xi'an over again in a subconscious moment.
He glanced at Lin Xi'an with disdain. So what if you're skinny? You're big enough to take on ten of you!
However, the hidden meaning in Lin Xi'an's words was—
Si Yisi was starting to look forward to it.
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