After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

Soon, a class schedule was sent to Song Yu's communicator. Compared to other students at the military academy, the girls' classes were relatively easy, starting at 8:30 a.m. and officially ending at 5:00 p.m., with a two-hour lunch break. It was said that the newly enrolled male students would gather for training at 4:00 a.m. every day, and would not finish until 9:30 or 10:00 p.m. at night.

When Song Yu came out, Jiang Yan was still holding a large food box in his hand, which looked like it would contain four dishes and a soup.

Song Yang and Princess Luo Er looked at each other and obediently went back to the dormitory with Assistant Professor Tian.

"Ms. Song, Miss Song..." Jiang Yan seemed to have given up something and showed the food box to Song Yu, "A few dishes, I hope you like them."

Using the lunch box as a cover, he glanced at the text on the communicator. The name He Nuo was clearly written on the page. It read, "Miss Song, I wanted to give it to you personally at noon, but His Highness Boya was here, and I didn't want him to think too much, so I left first." "Please accept the dinner. I personally prepared every step of your meal, so please feel free to enjoy it."

Jiang Yan turned off the communicator and put those hypocritical words behind him.

Jiang Yan's craftsmanship is indeed very good.

Although cooking is not difficult, whether you can do it well depends on your talent. Some people, like Tang Zhishu, can still make the kitchen explode even if they work hard to learn, and use the steps and techniques exactly as taught by the teacher; while some people, like Jiang Yan, obviously do not have many opportunities to practice, but they can cook better than many people if they just cook casually.

"Assistant Jiang, you're my teacher. There's no need to be so polite. Just call me Song Yu." Song Yu accepted it, but his attitude remained polite yet distant. "My matches aren't really good at cooking. Thank you very much. If you need anything, you can come to me. By the way, today's transfer has gone through. In five days, the transfer limit will be increased to two million star coins, so things will be faster then."

Song Yu and Jiang Yan walked back together. The sunset shone through the leaves on the road in patches. Occasionally, classmates who were also freshmen would exclaim in surprise at seeing the current popular figures on campus.

“They’re walking together!”

"Miss Song didn't beat him to death."

"I just like Jiang Yan. He has attitude and is awesome."

……

These people thought their voices were very small, but to the two S-class ears, they were clearer than the roar of a lawn mower in the distance.

"Song Xiao, Song Yu, I'll take you here."

Jiang Yan stopped and saw Tang Zhishu waiting for him not far away, holding a parasol with pearl tassels.

Not only Tang Zhishu, but also Sha Lang, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, had just arrived. After deducing that a master with spatial abilities was targeting Song Yu, Tang Zhishu called him back.

With him here, there is another S-level protector to protect Song Yu.

"Okay, Assistant Professor Jiang, thank you very much."

Thinking about what gift to buy to thank Jiang Yan for the meal, Song Yu ran happily towards Tang Zhishu and Sha Lang.

Sha Lang was holding a dazzling skirt in her hand, and the size seemed to be just right for Song Yu.

Song Yu came over and he handed it to Song Yu with both hands.

"I hunted a neon phantom bird and gave it to you."

Song Yu was confused, not knowing what this bird had to do with the skirt.

"Neon Phantom Winged Sparrow feathers are the main material of this skirt. Not only are they beautiful, but they also provide good defensive capabilities. A skirt like this would cost at least a million on the market."

Song Yu understood, it was indeed a good thing.

When the three of them sat together eating the dinner made by Jiang Yan, Song Yu did feel awkward for a moment. If it was another teaching assistant, he could have invited him to join them, but inviting Jiang Yan would only make it more awkward.

In the evening, Song Yu prepared to go back to the room with Tang Zhishu to sleep as usual, and then he found that Sha Lang's suitcase had not been opened yet.

"Sha Lang, just pick a room." Song Yu said.

Sha Lang stood there motionless for a moment before asking, "Are all the other rooms occupied?"

"Yes……"

"I live in that room over there."

Tang Zhishu pointed to the room farthest from Song Yu's bedroom.

Song Yu also sensed a faint smell of gunpowder in the atmosphere. Something seemed different about Sha Lang's return this time. His eyes would occasionally follow Song Yu's figure.

"Master, can I sleep with you tonight?" Sha Lang asked bluntly.

Song Yu hesitated for a moment. As they were also matched, it didn't make sense for her to spend every day with Tang Zhishu while ignoring Sha Lang. But she grew up in a monogamous country after all, and had subconsciously regarded Tang Zhishu as a spouse in that world's sense.

Although she had done it with Jiang Yan once before, at least Tang Zhishu was not there at that time, and it was also done under the crisis. Now that two men were so openly in front of her, Song Yu felt like she had cheated.

"You guys discuss it, I'm going back to sleep first."

Tang Zhishu gave Song Yu a smile, took his bedding and went to the small room to rest.

"Well, okay then." Song Yu's face turned slightly red, and he felt like a thief in his heart.

After returning to the room, Song Yu took his time to take a shower. Thinking about what was going to happen, he was actually a little nervous.

She went out in her pajamas and found Sha Lang still sitting on the single sofa. She lay down against the headboard and said, "You should take a shower too. You must be tired after running all the way."

"Fortunately."

Then he obediently went to take a shower.

In less than ten minutes, Sha Lang came out wearing the long-sleeved and long-pants pajamas he usually wore at home.

Song Yu watched him walk over, but he didn't look at Song Yu. Instead, he lay on the bed on the other side, closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

Ok?

So, Sha Lang was just trying to sleep in this room? Because it was bigger?

"Are you asleep?" Song Yu asked.

"Yeah, a little tired." Sha Lang agreed vaguely.

This time when he returned to Desert Star, the director of the orphanage told him a lot about getting along with the comforter. She said that he should try to sleep with the comforter and it would be best if he could have a daughter.

Sha Lang could faintly smell the faint fragrance coming from Song Yu not far away. He instinctively wanted to get closer to her, but the dean only said that they could sleep together. He didn't know if it would be too abrupt to suddenly get closer to her or even hug her.

The dean said that the matchmaker must listen to the head of the family.

Of course, he was indeed a little tired. As a person whose true form was a capybara, he always felt too tired to move.

Song Yu, "..."

Is that it? She turned around and decided to sleep until tomorrow morning.

But then she thought again, if she didn't take the initiative, Sha Lang might never know that there was actually something else going on between husband and wife.

She turned back and poked Sha Lang's waist. When he opened his eyes in dissatisfaction and looked at her, she pointed her chin at this guy who was in his twenties and still knew nothing and said, "Take off your clothes."

Sha Lang didn't understand, but in fact he would not dress so neatly when he slept. Thinking that it would be uncomfortable to wear long sleeves all the time, he simply took off his shirt obediently.

Song Yu pointed downwards, "All of them."

"Ah?" Sha Lang subconsciously tightened his pants.

"I said, all of it."

Song Yu didn't give him time to hesitate. He reached out and touched his face teasingly, then pressed his hand on Sha Lang's chest. The physical contact made Sha Lang tremble all over.

"Don't get so close to me, I..."

"Sharing a room with the master of the family is not as simple as just sleeping with him." The more the other party retreated, the more assertive Song Yu became. She raised her upper body, her long hair falling on his face, blocking most of the light, and they stared at each other at close range.

Sha Lang's face was so red that blood looked like it could drip out, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Song Yu was not much better.

He couldn't speak, but his eyes were full of questions.

"Just let me teach you."

When one hand touched some important parts, Sha Lang almost jumped up. Fortunately, Song Yu was already S-level, otherwise he would not be able to hold him down at all.

"Don't..."

"Nothing else?"

Song Yu smiled, but did not stop moving. His eyes gradually became cloudy as he watched the other person, and his body began to heat up and turn red, as if he was leading a child into an abyss from which he could not escape.