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

After hearing his answer, Su Jin let go and let Yiriel leave.

Iriel held the handrail of the stairs and walked up step by step in a clumsy manner.

Su Jin thought of something and suddenly said:

"Yrel, if you try to escape, I will break your legs."

"no sooner said than done."

Iriel's back trembled. He didn't say anything, but gritted his teeth and walked away quickly.

Su Jin then turned around and looked at the messy hall.

He rubbed his brows tiredly and ordered:

"Replace everything they touched."

After saying this, he returned to the study.

Su Jin sat down on the chair and looked up at the unfinished business, the unread plans, and the unanswered messages. He also thought of Mr. Ipet's declining health, the increasingly tight deadlines, and the young and rebellious Irel.

He had never felt so exhausted before. He had to graduate from the military academy in the top ten so that he could join the army smoothly.

I really wish I could split myself into three parts, one to go to school, one to handle government affairs, and one to supervise Iriel's studies.

Gummy: "Host, I can actually help you review some simple government documents, and reply to those noble invitations. These simple things can be left to me!"

Su Jin was a little surprised: "Aren't you a system? Do you also understand these social customs?"

Jellybean: "Oh, we already have an emotion module. But I don't use emotions when handling government affairs. We have a huge amount of case studies in our system. It's just data analysis, no big deal."

Su Jin: 'Thank you so much.'

So Su Jin made a prompt decision and handed over the government affairs to Gutangyong.

But because Gummy doesn't belong to this dimension, it can't touch the things of this world.

So Su Jin now orders a household robot online and lets Gummy possess it.

The only downside to this is that Gummy can't chat with him all the time.

Su Jin said: It doesn’t matter whether we chat or not, the most important thing is to be able to handle government affairs.

Besides, it seems that Gummy has no other use except chatting with him.

So it was such a happy decision.

That night, after Su Jin finished handling government affairs, he returned to his room on time to wash up and go to bed.

The next day, after having breakfast and brushing his teeth, he knocked on Iriel's door on time.

"Yrel."

There was no response from inside the house, so Su Jin knocked twice more.

"It's nine o'clock, can I come in?"

There was still no response from inside the house, and Su Jin's expression changed.

His voice became much colder: "Yriel, if you don't answer, I'm going to go in directly."

There was still no sound inside, but Su Jin was sure that Iriel had woken up. After all, Smotley's first class in the morning was at 7:30.

Although Iriel is rebellious, he is always serious about his studies and has the habit of getting up early.

There was no sound from inside, it was just that they didn't want to pay attention to Su Jin.

Su Jin was not angry. He turned the handle and found that the door had been locked from the inside.

Then he calmly sent a voice message to the housekeeper:

"Man, get a locksmith over here."

This sentence was said loudly, and Irel inside must have heard it.

Sure enough, the next moment the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Yi Ruier, dressed neatly, held the door open, his face flushed and he shouted angrily at Su Jin:

"Are you a pervert? You've taken away my father, my property, my power, and my friends! What else do you want?"

As he spoke, his eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth, as if roaring and questioning for the last time before collapse:

"What else do you want!!!"

Compared to Iriel's excitement, Su Jin was calm, almost indifferent.

He reached out and pressed the half-open door, forcing it open with Yrel's hand. Her eyes, as cold as shattered ice, glanced at him, then casually glanced at the desk in the room.

As if facing a boring junior or a boring question, he calmly asked:

"Where's the homework I asked you to prepare yesterday? Have you finished it?"

Iriel was stunned for a moment. He had to admit that seeing Su Jin's indifferent expression made him feel a clown's frustration.

He still wanted to speak and question the other party.

But when he turned around, he saw his brother standing in his room, wearing a clean white shirt, bending down to pick up the unfinished homework on his desk, his calm gaze lingering on it.

His slender fingers with distinct joints rested on the paper, his jade-like knuckles interweaving with the white paper, as if he was really checking his homework.

I really don’t know what he is doing!

For some unknown reason, Irel gritted his teeth and said reluctantly:

"No, it's not finished."

Seeing his brother looking at him coldly with displeasure, Yirel felt so happy in his heart. He curled his lips and said with an attitude that he would be happy as long as he made Su Jin unhappy:

"What? Are you going to break my legs?"

Su Jin looked at him speechlessly, then looked away.

He only said that he would break Yrel's legs if he ran away, but there was no need at other times.

"I'm not crazy, why would I break your legs?"

Su Jin flipped through the workbook for the 'Mecha Operations' theory course, then pointed to the paper on the desk next to him and said calmly:

"Sit down and write in front of me. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

Irel rolled his eyes inwardly. I'm not crazy.

——Yes! He's not crazy, he's a pervert! A wise and extremely controlling pervert!

——He holds my rights, my friends, and even my time! Everything I have firmly in his hands! He doesn't give me a chance to breathe!

——But he still said in front of me, I am not crazy~

Irel was extremely dissatisfied, but under Su Jin's cold pressure, he had to sit at the desk, pick up a pen, turn on the light computer, and do his homework while looking up information.

He vented all his anger towards Su Jin on his schoolwork!

The tip of the pen poked the cardboard, making a rustling sound.

Su Jin didn't care much about it, as long as he could write.

He stood by and finished reading the newly written homework. He went over to pour himself a glass of water, took a sip to moisten his lips, and then slowly said:

"The tactical theory class was okay, but the mecha-related work was so perfunctory. It was like they just copied the answers from some random articles they found online."

Irel paused his pen, gritted his teeth and thought, I'll endure it!

Su Jin: "You have to make me wonder where your previous achievements were, or is it that since you differentiated into beta, you can't even listen to theoretical classes."

Su Jin: "I don't care what your reason is. Theory is not physical ability, and pheromones don't have much effect on you. Starting from next week, if you don't get an A in any class, I will hire a tutor for you, and you can't go out to play during the holidays."

This is an insult to him!

Irel's pen was almost broken. He gritted his teeth and said to himself with a distorted face, I can bear it any longer!