Quick Wear: Out-of-print White Moonlight, Refusing to Fall from the Altar

Su Jin was stunned for a moment, his eyes like broken ice turning. He didn't expect Xiu to ask him this question.

But he answered truthfully:

"I don't think so. I sometimes change inks, and I didn't use this brand when I was at Samsung."

Xiu didn't know when he was already facing Su Jin, sitting astride the chair, and said in surprise:

"You're from the Third Planet? What's it like there? I heard it's an industrial planet with serious environmental pollution."

Su Jin nodded, picked up a set of clean clothes, and was about to take a shower.

But still to answer the completed question:

"I live in a village in the city, quite far from the industrial zone. But the environment is really not that good. My friends don't believe there is a moon in the sky. They think it's just a lie from books."

After saying that, Su Jin took his clothes and went in to take a shower.

"Haha."

Xiu laughed outside. For people living on the first planet, this statement was really funny.

Su Jin didn't think much of it when he heard it, because that was the general idea among the nobles, not to mention the crown prince who could take a spaceship out to see the nebula at any time.

Perhaps it was Su Jin's casual attitude that impressed Xiu.

When Su Jin finished his shower and came out in a bathrobe with wet hair, Xiu was chatting with him about the third star.

After wiping his hair, Su Jin sat on the bed with a book.

One leg was on the edge of the bed, the other on the carpet, his back leaned against the pillow, his face expressionless and cold, he chatted idly.

His eyes, like broken ice, stared at the book, his expression focused and charming.

Xiu watched and even though Su Jin was a little perfunctory, he didn't feel bored.

Unexpectedly, Su Jin had a good relationship with this new roommate.

He spent the first week in the military academy smoothly, and when he returned home at the weekend, he received a message from his housekeeper, which included Iriel's class schedule for the next week and the completion status of last week's lessons.

I saw that the grades above were only average, and there were some declining grades.

Su Jin asked the housekeeper if he knew what was going on. Why was his academic performance declining?

Mann: It's probably because I've differentiated into a beta. My focus isn't as strong as before. Also, my stamina has decreased, and I'm not used to operating the mecha.

Su Jin: I understand.

Man: One more thing.

Su Jin: Hmm?

Man: The young master seems to have had some issues with his friends at school recently, and things aren't going well with a few of them. Then he made a few new friends on campus, most of whom are outcasts from wealthy families, and a few are betas.

Anyway, the quality is far inferior to the previous batch, and it is of no help to the Berkeley family.

It would be fine if he truly treated Yrel as a friend, but with Yrel's personality, he was probably just playing tricks on him.

Su Jin: Okay, I understand. I will take care of him when I get back.

Man: Well, Master, please come back soon. Grandpa has been in poor health recently and has been hospitalized. You can go visit him when you have time.

Su Jin frowned. He didn't expect Ipet's condition to be so serious. It had been less than a year and he hadn't even graduated yet.

If Ipet fell at this time, it would be a question whether Su Jin could hold on.

You have to know that the Berkeley family still has many branches. If those branches are allowed to seize power, neither Su Jin nor Iriel will feel good.

So Su Jin replied: Well, I will go and take a look, take good care of sir, and report to me as soon as there is any situation.

Man: Yes, young master.

Su Jin was thinking about something. When he returned to the Berkeley villa, Iriel had not returned yet.

He sent a text message to Yiriel, but Yiriel didn't reply.

Su Jin narrowed his eyes as he looked at the computer screen. He was really angry now.

But since he couldn't contact Iriel, he had to put the matter aside and followed the butler to visit Mr. Ipet.

Mr. Ippert was indeed seriously ill. He lay in bed looking weak and his eyes were a little empty.

After all, in the later stages of neurasthenia, even memory problems may occur.

Su Jin took advantage of the time when he was conscious to report what happened to Iriel.

Mr. Ipet closed his eyes uncomfortably, seeming to be particularly upset.

He simply said, "After I leave, you will be the one to discipline him. Now, you can do whatever you want with him."

"Thank you sir."

With the master's permission, Su Jin did not stay long. After asking about the patient's condition, he went back.

I returned to the villa around six or seven o'clock. I asked the servants and was told that Iriel had not returned yet.

Su Jin had no choice but to go to the study to help Mr. Ipet handle official business. Fortunately, he was also good at imitating handwriting, so he could handle some easy government affairs.

As for this matter, does Mr. Ipett mind?

What a joke! Mr. Ippert couldn't even protect himself now. Su Jin was able to maintain a semblance of peace by doing this. Mr. Ippert certainly supported this; otherwise, he wouldn't have left his official documents on his desk and given Su Jin access to his computer.

In this way, Su Jin worked on it until dark.

I don’t know what time it was, but suddenly, Su Jin heard the loud DJ sound coming from downstairs.

At first, Su Jin thought he had misheard. The Berkeley Villa was surrounded by gardens and there was a large flower field outside. How could there be the kind of DJ sounds from a bar?

But when Su Jin looked up and listened, he actually heard the clear DJ sound!

He opened the study door in surprise and walked down the stairs quickly. A group of men and women were dancing and drinking in the hall!

A group of people were wearing revealing clothes, and a few of them were hugging each other in public and things were getting unclear. There were wine bottles all over the floor, and a large speaker was placed in the middle with the volume turned up to the maximum.

Iriel was still sitting on the sofa, drinking from someone else's glass. His cheeks were a little flushed, his clothes were messy, and his face was full of pride.

"Hey! Don't be polite to me, you can't kill him with an argument!"

When Su Jin saw this, he almost fainted.

The housekeeper and several servants were also standing nearby. It was obvious that they had tried to persuade him, but to no avail.

Su Jin was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He rushed over and grabbed the arm that Iriel was drinking with.

"Yrel!"

Iriel glanced sideways and saw Su Jin's cold and elegant face in the gloomy scenery.

That face couldn't be colder at this moment, with a cold light flashing in his eyes like broken ice. He held Yrel's wrist tightly and looked down at Yrel from above.

Yirel felt relieved and laughed while pointing at Su Jin:

"Hahaha, I'm angry! What are you angry about? You eat my food and use my things, and you even steal my friends! What? You told me to treat them well, but I'm going to break up with them!"

"Hahaha, Su Jin, you untouchable! How dare you care about me!"

When Iriel smiled, his original delicate features were revealed, but it was a pity that he really deserved a beating.

Su Jin simply couldn't stand him. His eyes were colder than the polar snow. He forcibly pried the wine glass out of Yirel's hand.

"You like to drink, don't you?"

Su Jin's face was cold as he pressed down on Yirel's head, his fingers turning white with force. He took the bottle and shoved it deep into his throat, not caring if it would choke him. He pushed so hard that it seemed as if he was going to pierce Yirel's throat.

"Then give it to me!"