Chapter 48 Return
For the next few days, Chris continued to eat and drink as usual, feeling no urgency to return to school. When he got tired from studying and training during the day, he'd walk around the villa, even searching Starnet for a gift suitable for Nuhra.
The gift issue really worried Chris. Besides not knowing what to give, another big problem was that he didn't have any money on hand.
In fact, he had two accounts under his name: one was opened for him by Nuhra after he married her; the other belonged to the original owner, Chris.
Nuhra would transfer money to the account he opened for Chris every once in a while, and most of Chris's expenses after marriage were paid from Nuhra's own account, so the amount of money currently stored in Chris's account was considerable.
The original owner, Corris, also had a considerable amount of money in his account. Although the money in this account covered most of the original owner's financial expenses and provided a stable income, this income was cut off after Ke Qiao traveled through time.
If the current Chris's memory of the original owner is correct, this fixed income should be the money the original owner saved from working in the past, but Chris can't remember what specific work he did.
In this case, Chris didn't want to touch either of the two sums of money. He couldn't use Nuhra's money to buy a gift for Nuhra, as that would be meaningless. After all, Chris would rather give a gift that he paid for and worked on himself.
As for the original owner's money, Kris felt guilty about using it. After all, he had inexplicably traveled through time and space into the original owner's body, and the original owner's life or death was still unknown. If Kris just used someone else's hard-earned money like that, he would definitely feel guilty...
After much deliberation, Chris finally decided to find one or two part-time jobs, and then save money while carefully considering the gifts to give.
Chris was troubled for several days, and only put the matter aside the day before he was to return to school. Nuhra also left work on time because Chris was going back to school and came back to have dinner with him.
After dinner, Chris returned to the master bedroom to pack his luggage. Nuhra sat beside him and watched him, occasionally stuffing things into Chris's portable bag.
"...Brother, I'm just going back to school." The corners of Kris' mouth twitched, and he stopped Nuhra because the items he stuffed in had already occupied nearly half of Kris's luggage, and there was no sign of stopping.
Nuhra put down the things in her hand that she hadn't put into her bag yet and said seriously, "I have to leave home eventually. I'm worried."
Upon hearing this, although Corris looked helpless on the surface, he felt a hint of sweetness in his heart. In fact, he really enjoyed Nuhra's undisguised concern for him.
"Okay, I'll take them all with me." Kris took the things from Nuhra's hand and put them carefully into the portable bag.
Nuhra sat quietly beside her, smiling, "You haven't gone back yet, I've already started missing you..."
"What should we do then?" Chris asked with a smile, "But aren't we meeting again tomorrow?"
Chris was right. Nuhra had classes at the academy tomorrow, so they would indeed meet... Or rather, as long as Nuhra wanted, they could meet every day at school.
However, Chris has his own little thoughts. Occasional separation may even promote their relationship. After all, people say "a short separation is better than a new marriage."
Nuhra reached out and scraped the bridge of Kris's nose affectionately with his knuckles. "For me, this is different. Kissing and hugging aren't allowed at school."
The corners of Corris's mouth rose, and he lowered his head to kiss Nuhra's lips, "Kiss me now."
Nuhra gladly accepted the kiss without any erotic overtones. The two separated, and Corris continued to pack his luggage. Nuhra reminded him again: "Take care of yourself at the academy. If you have any problems, remember to contact me."
"Okay." Corris agreed readily. Speaking of the academy, he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, brother, didn't you promise to teach me combat skills?"
Nuhra hadn't forgotten this matter. Since Corris mentioned it, she took the opportunity to discuss it: "Of course, do you want to study at home or in the academy?"
Chris initially thought, "Can't I study for a whole week?" But then he thought about it and realized he'd have to keep up with the group's training after returning. He might not have that much time to study with Nuhra...
He thought for a moment and finally said, "Let's stay at home. I'm worried that we'll be seen by others in the academy." This was another aspect of Chris's concern.
Nuhra nodded, agreeing, "It's getting late, pack up early, take a shower and go to bed." As she spoke, she pinched Corris's shoulder.
Chris had almost finished packing and would just drive the car in the garage to the college tomorrow morning. He tightened his luggage bag and asked the smart butler to help him move it to the car in advance.
Nuhra went to the bathroom to take a shower first, while Chris sat by the window in a daze, his brain in a state of tension and excitement. As a student, Chris still couldn't fully accept the idea of going to school... Especially these days, he was so happy with Nuhra, which made it even more difficult for him to quit.
After a while, Nuhra came out of the bathroom, drying her hair. Seeing Chris sitting on the sofa, she walked over quietly and took him in her arms from behind.
"What are you thinking about?" Nuhra asked in a low voice.
Chris leaned back and leaned against Nuhra, his hands placed in front of Nuhra's crossed arms. "No, I just let my mind wander for a while." He shook his head, and a few unruly strands of hair touched Nuhra's bathrobe.
Kris shook Nuhra's hand and said, "Okay, I'm going to take a shower."
Nuhra loosened her arms, watched Chris go into the bathroom, and then sat down on the sofa thoughtfully.
When Chris came out of the bathroom, Nuhra was already sitting on the bed, dry all over, looking at the terminal in his hand. When Chris lay down on the bed, he put the terminal down, turned off the lights and went to sleep together.
The next morning, Nuhra and Kris got up at the same time, which was rare for them, and washed and dressed in an orderly manner.
Nuhra was quicker than Chris. By the time Nuhra had put on her military uniform and walked out of the cloakroom, Chris had just finished washing up in the bathroom.
Chris was getting dressed in the cloakroom. He had just put on his pants with his upper body still naked. When he looked up and saw Nuhra behind him in the mirror, he was immediately startled and subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.
Seeing this, Nuhra sneered and teased, "You've seen things you shouldn't have seen, baby, why are you feeling shy now?"
Chris's earlobes were conspicuously red, and his tone contained a hint of anger and embarrassment: "You came over quietly and scared me..." He slowly relaxed, withdrew his hand, and put on his shirt.
When he had put on his entire cadet uniform, Nuhra came forward, kissed Chris, and whispered in his ear, "This is a good morning kiss...see you later."
After saying this, before Chris could react, Nuhra had already stepped out of the cloakroom in his boots. The car that was supposed to pick Nuhra up was already waiting outside the villa. After his car left, Chris's hovercraft, the same model as Nuhra's, drove out of the garage.
Not long after, Chris walked out of the main gate of the villa, holding a few desserts stored in special tableware in his hands. He stepped onto the hovercraft and, after many days, once again set out on the journey to Vincent Military Academy.
Because the villa was so close to the college, it felt like he had only been in the car for a short while before he arrived at the school gate. He got out of the car with his luggage, took a deep breath, and walked into the college.
Chris had a flight training class first period that morning, so it was inconvenient for him to return to the dormitory. He booked a robot transport service in advance. He let the robot carry all his luggage to the dormitory. He grabbed only the things he needed for class and boarded the shuttle bus.
When Chris stepped onto a shuttle bus, he was prepared to be stared at by everyone... To Chris's surprise, what he expected did not happen. Everyone just glanced at him indifferently and then went back to their own business.
Chris found a seat and sat down. His slightly anxious mood suddenly calmed down. He took out his headphones, blocking out all the noise around him, and looked out the window at the campus.
Chris arrived early. By the time he reached the classroom, only a few students were sitting there. He chose to sit at the back. Shortly after he sat down, people began to arrive.
Chris pulled up the textbook on the terminal and was reviewing the content of the lesson. He didn't notice that there was a figure next to him. He seemed to sense something and looked up, and found that it was Joan Davis, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Good morning." Joan greeted Chris expressionlessly. Chris understood what she meant and made way for her.
"You look good." Joan sat down next to Chris, squinted her eyes, looked at Chris, and gave her conclusion.
"Really?" Chris smiled at Joan. Not having to go to school and being in love brought him pure happiness.
Joan shrugged and talked about something else: "How are you feeling after the last simulation?"
Corey paused. He didn't expect Joan to ask about this. He didn't know if Joan had noticed anything, so he could only reply, "Thank you for your concern. There's nothing wrong now."
Hearing what Chris said, Joan's expression finally brightened up a bit, and she said sincerely, "That's good. This way I can keep up with the training progress."
Chris was speechless for a moment. He asked curiously, "Joan, with all due respect, do you really want to win the final competition?"
Joan glanced at Criss meaningfully. "Don't you want to? I don't think so."
Chris didn't say anything, which was taken as a tacit agreement. Joan was not wrong. He had his own selfish motives when he chose this class from the beginning.
They didn't say anything else, and Professor Lorifeng happened to walk in from outside the classroom with his usual smug expression.
He looked around the classroom with his neck stretched out like a fighting cock patrolling its territory. He met eyes with Chris, who was sitting in the corner of the back row, and the smile on his face froze visibly.
Joan, who was sitting next to Kris, also felt Lorifeng's gaze. Using the students in the front row as a shield, she calmly said to Kris, "Don't worry, he won't dare to mess with you now."
Kris was a little confused and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, what do you mean?"
"He was reported internally. It turned out he'd been accepting bribes, bullying students, and engaging in academic misconduct... Now he's likely going to be demoted." Although Joan maintained a calm demeanor, her words betrayed a schadenfreude. "Some say it was Nuhra who reported him."
"What?" Chris hadn't expected this to be connected to Nuhra's car accident. Perhaps because his expression changed too dramatically, Lori's gaze flicked towards him again. He calmly sat up straight and switched to the terminal to talk to Joan.
[Chris: How do you know it was Nuhra who reported it?]
Joan looked down and saw the message from Corris on the terminal, and responded using the terminal as well:
[Qiong: Those who know about Lori Feng's dirty deeds and will report him internally are basically professors who teach the same grade as him... Given Feng's cunningness, they will definitely find out who it is.]
[Qiong: But he never complained about this in public. He seemed to want to say it but was afraid to. He would hide when he saw Nuhra on the street. Who couldn't see it?]
Corris thought Joan's story was just speculation, but she seemed to believe it. Vincent College's faculty and students were mostly aristocrats, and the aristocratic community on the capital planet was relatively small, so even the smallest news would have spread quickly. He assumed Joan had already verified the news through her own channels, so Corris assumed he would believe it.
He turned off the terminal screen, looked up and met Lowry's resentful eyes. He subconsciously shrank for a moment, and then a sense of pleasure surged in his heart - he liked the look of Lowry who hated him but could do nothing about it.
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