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After the afternoon class ended, Mo Heng received a phone call and was called to the principal's office.

"General Wu." As soon as Mo Heng entered the room, he immediately saluted Wu Zhuo who was sitting on the sofa.

"I've already said that I've retired, so you don't have to mention General Wu anymore." Wu Zhuo waved to Mo Heng, asked him to sit on the sofa, and poured a cup of tea into Mo Heng's cup.

Facing his military seniors, Mo Heng sat upright with an obedient look.

Wu Zhuo took a sip of tea and looked at Mo Heng who was serious across from him, feeling emotional.

"Who would have thought that a seemingly harmless child would be the sharpest knife in the empire?"

Wu Zhuo saw Mo Heng holding the teacup in both hands, not drinking, but looking at him with a pair of dark and bright eyes, as if waiting for him to speak.

"How have you been doing at school lately? Are you used to it?" Wu Zhuo said as he turned the teacup, as if calling Mo Heng over to chat.

"Everything is fine. The school hasn't changed much since I left ten years ago." Mo Heng answered Wu Zhuo's question honestly.

"It's been ten years since Xiao Mo joined the Legion. Time has flown by so quickly. With you leading the Fifth Legion, His Majesty and I have always been very confident."

"Thank you, General."

"Don't be so reserved, Xiao Mo. I called you here just to have a casual chat."

"Yeah." Mo Heng nodded, but he had a hunch that General Wu Zhuo didn't just call him to chat.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Mo Heng and Wu Zhuo talked about the new student he was teaching this year, and he submitted the name "Chu Yun".

"Xiao Mo, is there an omega named Chu Jun in your class? How is that child?" When saying this, Wu Zhuo stared at Mo Heng with a serious look.

Mo Heng noticed the change in Principal Wu Zhuo's expression, but he didn't think much of it and nodded without thinking anything. "Yes, he is very good."

Wu Zhuo saw that Mo Heng used the word "excellent" to evaluate Chu Yun, which was already a very high evaluation for Mo Heng.

He nodded and continued to ask, "I heard that classmate Chu Jun confessed his feelings to you?"

Hearing this, Mo Heng's fingertips inconspicuously touched the teacup, and the tips of his ears began to feel hot unconsciously. However, he replied calmly, "He just gave me an origami. It wasn't a serious confession."

Wu Zhuo lowered his head, not even glancing at Mo Heng's reaction. He picked up the teacup, blew away a layer of steam, and said slowly, "Little Mo, you're an adult now, so I'll be frank with you. You've seen Chu Jun's potential. As long as he doesn't encounter any disaster that causes him an irreversible blow, he will definitely be a pillar of the military in the future. Your Majesty also has high hopes for him."

Mo Heng listened carefully to Wu Zhuo's instructions, but Wu Zhuo suddenly changed the subject: "So, although we have no right to interfere with Chu Yun's right to choose a spouse, we will definitely pay attention to it. If some young man gets there first, Your Majesty and I do not recommend using other means to break them up."

Mo Heng understood what Wu Zhuo meant, looked down at the shaking tea in the cup, and said nothing.

"Xiao Mo, your illness won't help Chu Jun, it might even harm him. I hope you can be more careful."

He knew his illness very well, and Mo Heng had decided early on not to marry anyone.

Therefore, at this moment, he firmly assured Wu Zhuo: "I understand. I will keep a good distance from Chu Yun and will not cause any unnecessary trouble."

Wu Zhuo nodded and continued drinking his tea, which probably meant that he had said everything he wanted to say and Mo Heng could leave.

But the always sensible child still sat on the sofa. Suddenly he looked up at Wu Zhuo and asked, "In the eyes of General Wu and His Majesty, which alpha is worthy of Chu Jun?"

Wu Zhuo felt that this sentence was like soft wool hiding sharp thorns. It was probably just right to say that it was a sign of concern for Chu Yun.

But if you say that you are picking on other companies' alphas, that's not wrong.

Wu Zhuo looked at Mo Heng.

The young man with short black hair wore glasses on his nose. He was gentle and refined, and his eyes were clear and serious.

Wu Zhuo felt that he was probably guessing Mo Heng's intentions with a dirty mind. The other party should just be concerned about Chu Yun's future.

So when faced with Mo Heng's question, Wu Zhuo also answered seriously: "At least it should be the same standard as the young prince."

"Fu Zun?"

"Yes."

Fu Zun, the freshman who enrolled this year, is the youngest son of His Majesty Fu Yunsheng. This is no secret among the military and school leaders.

His Majesty wants to train the most suitable heir. From the eldest princess to the little prince, all of them have grown up in the army.

Although Fu Zun is not the most capable member of the royal family, he is indeed the most suitable person to recruit Chu Jun into the royal family at this moment.

"Although Xiaozun's abilities still need to be developed, his pheromone and mental strength levels are both S. I believe that if we let him and Chu Yun do a pheromone matching now, the matching rate will be very high."

The higher the matching rate between A and O, the easier it is for them to conceive offspring and the higher the qualifications of the children. This has been confirmed by experimental results over the years.

Mo Heng knew that if Chu Yun was matched with any chosen one, the matching rate would not be low.

except him.

Chu Jun is an omega with S+ mental power. The offspring left by such excellent genes are destined to be outstanding. Everyone wants to take him back to their family, and the current emperor is no exception.

Mo Heng had no right to criticize the use of genetic theory for forced matching. In this era of constant war, only those who were strong enough had the best chance of surviving on the battlefield.

However, Mo Heng still felt a little uncomfortable.

Wu Zhuo's words were like a needle piercing his heart, and also punctured his unspoken and implicit expectations.

He is an alpha without pheromones, a defective product.

Chu Jun discovered that Mo Heng seemed to be much colder towards her.

It wasn't like he ignored him on the surface. On the contrary, Mo Heng was very responsible to him in class and gave him his all.

It just seemed like she was resisting his approach from the bottom of her heart.

"Is Mr. Mo unhappy recently?" Before the mecha practical class, Chu Jun chased Mo Heng and vowed to have an explanation.

Mo Heng smiled and asked Chu Jun, "Why do you think so, Chu Jun?"

The man appears to be in high spirits, but his heart begins to feel empty.

"Intuition." Chu Jun answered Mo Heng in a mysterious tone, staring at him with his eyes, as if he wanted to stare a hole in Mo Heng's head.

Mo Heng did not deny it, but he did not tell Chu Yun what was bothering him. He just fought with him more fiercely during class.

"This is blatant domestic violence!" Chu Jun roared inwardly.

The students were already used to Chu Yun and Mo Heng tearing down the arena every time they trained, but they were still shocked by the intensity of this time.

"Teacher Mo, do you have any personal grudge against Chu Jun?" Why did they fight so hard, as if they had a blood feud.

"Who knows? Could it be that Chu Jun was angry and embarrassed by Teacher Mo's rejection?"

"But I noticed that Mr. Mo's attack was heavier."

"I don't understand. I really don't understand."