Chapter 1127 – Special Edition, New Year’s Celebration, Three in One
“Professor Wei, the Principal’s office from the Middle School is calling.”
“Huh? The Principal?” The young man dressed in a creamy white knit casual shirt looked up, revealing an enviously beautiful face that seemed to shine with a starry charm, his lips curling up in a faint smile that lit up his dark eyes. “Did he mention what it’s about?”
“He didn’t say, but from his tone, it seems like it’s not good news.”
“Please transfer the call.”
“Okay, just a moment.”
Lost in admiration of the young man’s beauty, the assistant momentarily lost focus and quickly regained composure to transfer the communication.
The young man accepted the call, and the dark screen suddenly lit up, revealing a grumpy middle-aged man in a suit.
The man had a protruding belly and an impatient expression as he spoke to the young man.
After a pause, the young man replied in a cool tone, “Sorry, I’ll head over right away.”
After hanging up, he tidied his desk a bit, stood up, and picked his trench coat off the hanger, wrapping a light gray scarf around his neck.
“Where’s Professor Wei going?”
A passing colleague noticed his hurried demeanor as he checked bus routes and curiously asked.
The young man hesitated, saying, “To the Federation Middle School, but I don’t know which bus to take.”
The colleague was taken aback. “The Middle School is on the other hemisphere! Taking the bus will take at least four hours.”
The elite Federation Academy was located on Klemra Star, which has four main parts.
Elementary Academy, Middle Academy, and Higher Academy, along with the “school district housing” for students’ family accommodation during holidays.
The young man had to cross half the planet from the Higher Academy to reach the Middle Academy.
Hearing this, the young man frowned, “I need to take care of something at the Middle Academy, but I only have forty minutes.”
The colleague remarked, “Forty minutes? This world isn’t exactly rushing.”
The young man gazed eerily at his colleague.
Forty minutes? But taking the bus requires four hours—isn’t that rushing?
The colleague, puzzled, said, “I saw you driving a silver Thunder X6, a limited luxury edition across the entire Federation. According to the official data, you can get from here to the Middle Academy in at most twenty minutes… So why take a bus?”
Even the standard version costs tens of millions, while the specific version starts at least at one hundred million.
Price aside, this limited edition was accessible only to those with certain social standing.
Since the young man started driving this car to work, many younger assistants’ enthusiasm toward him had skyrocketed.
Owning a supercar worth over a hundred million, yet he prefers to take the bus?
Indeed, poverty limits one’s imagination.
The young man replied, “I don’t have a driver’s license; I can’t drive. I’ve always used the autopilot mode, but it has speed restrictions.”
When in autonomous mode, the car’s speed is limited to the minimum according to predefined routes, so even without a driver, it can still function.
The colleague, looking for a solution, suggested, “I have a driver’s license; I can take you.”
The young man smiled apologetically, “Then that would be a hassle.”
On the surface, the colleague remained calm but felt ecstatic inside.
A limited edition supercar worth over a hundred million!
He had only seen it on virtual networks and never laid hands on one.
After taking it for a spin, he realized its performance was even more formidable than the official numbers indicated, and he immediately thought of modifications.
“Has this supercar been modified?”
The hovering supercar parked smoothly, and the young man was about to exit.
“My wife modified it; she’s quite interested in this.”
The colleague was taken aback. “Didn’t the official reports say the limited edition Silver Thunder X6 is close to military vehicle specifications?”
The young man chuckled, “I wouldn’t know; she said the original model was too weak and lacked defense, so she had it reinforced.”
The colleague stared incredulously at the beautiful Silver Thunder X6 in front of him, its flawless lines captivating at first glance.
The reason for the modification was that it lacked defense?
Could it be that the young man was the son of some high-ranking official?
The colleague’s internal curiosity flared.
The young man, completely unfamiliar with the Middle Academy, recognized he wouldn’t find the destination without the colleague’s help.
The verification procedures at the principal’s office were a bit complicated; without the colleague’s assistance, the young man estimated he would face some obstacles.
“Honestly, I really don’t know which planet you’re from; you can’t even use these basic instruments—”
The colleague muttered softly, and the young man smiled gently, not the least bit upset, but rather focused on learning.
Upon entering the office, they heard the Principal’s voice.
“Wei Cong, your parents haven’t arrived yet?”
The young man noticed his bear-like son was huffing in annoyance.
“Sorry, Mr. Principal, I’m late.” The young man offered a gentle smile. “Does anyone know what my son has done wrong?”
His speech had a scholarly air, but since he was an ancient culture professor studying ancient history, no one dared to comment.
“Who are you?” The Principal looked at the young man and asked. “Are you Wei Cong’s father?”
Just based on appearances, the young man and Wei Cong did indeed look somewhat alike, more like brothers than father and son.
The young man nodded and bluntly asked, “Do I need to provide proof of parentage?”
The Principal’s smile faltered, and he replied stiffly, “No need.”
The colleague beside them looked unsteady.
The mysterious professor from the Federation’s top higher academy—
Is he married with children?
Suddenly, this colleague felt hope for his own love life.
The young man was already married; those secretly in love with him might just lose heart!
As he was pondering, a couple standing nearby interrupted.
“You are this child’s father?”
Their attitude was rather arrogant, and they even seemed angry.
The young man gently patted his slightly awkward son on the shoulder, showing no sign of anger at the couple’s demeanor, responding with remarkable calmness, “Yes, I’m his father. The Principal didn’t elaborate; I’m not sure what the issue is.”
The couple sized the young man up.
The young man was dressed casually, in affordable, ordinary brands, yet his good aura lent an air of high fashion to his outfit.
“I expect you to properly educate your son; his behavior is unworthy of studying at the Federation’s top academy.” The man glanced dismissively at Wei Cong, saying, “Stealing is a despicable act, and refusing to admit it is even more unforgivable!”
The Principal added, “If this is true, Wei Cong will receive a notice of reprimand throughout the school and face expulsion.”
A trace of surprise flickered in the young man’s eyes as he glanced downward at his son, who had just entered puberty.
The child might be mischievous, but that didn’t mean he would do something like this.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know, that kid inexplicably accused me of stealing his mecha model!” Wei Cong was quite agitated but also held back his anger due to his father’s teachings. “They’re the top academy; how could they employ a liar and a scammer?”
The young man furrowed his brow and said coolly, “I believe my son; he wouldn’t do something like this. Everything relies on evidence, and if the Principal or this couple can provide concrete proof, such as surveillance footage of the theft, I will personally educate him.”
The man replied, “That’s impossible; the theft occurred in the training pod suite’s bathroom, which is a blind spot for surveillance.”
The young man chuckled, “Then how can it be determined that my son stole any mecha model?”
The man was furious again, and before he could speak, the young boy residing next to him interjected, muttering, “That mecha model is a brand-new limited edition; my dad pulled strings and paid over five million for it. Besides the different proportions, its performance imitates real combat mecha. It even has a unique code; I lost my model, and now Wei Cong has the same code…”
Although there was no surveillance footage, was there still a need to guess?
Wei Cong scoffed in frustration, “Using weasel words without evidence to smear someone—how outrageous!”
The young boy retorted, “Are you claiming the mecha model in your hand was purchased by your family?”
“What’s it to you if I did?” Wei Cong snapped back.
“Someone who can afford a mecha model worth over five million credits would wear a two-hundred-credit t-shirt?”
“You’re taking it too far with that discrimination! What’s wrong with me wearing a two-hundred-credit t-shirt?”
“You’re just a commoner—given your situation, you can barely afford tuition, right?”
Wei Cong’s temper flared, and he stepped forward.
The young man placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.
The previously furious Wei Cong had now grown composed.
The young man asked, “What’s going on with the model?”
Wei Cong shrank back slightly and whispered, “Aren’t we about to start mecha classes? Actual driving will have to wait years, so I secretly asked my eldest sister—who would have known today I’d just received it, and this guy suddenly accused me of stealing his stuff—”
He felt wronged.
The young boy laughed scornfully, “You claim your sister bought it for you? Bring her here to face off—”
Wei Cong replied, “Are you stupid? What if my sister comes and finds you so full of yourself?”
The young boy was livid.
“There must be a misunderstanding in this matter.”
Seeing the two boys arguing, the young man frowned with displeasure.
“What misunderstanding could there be? The school doesn’t admit students with theft records. Wei Cong, you should call your mother and bring her over to handle the expulsion formalities.” The young boy scoffed, “I can settle this privately; if you voluntarily withdraw, this matter won’t go on record. How about that?”
The young boy wasn’t being excessively harsh.
Although Wei Cong had stolen his favorite model, the item was returned, and he could let bygones be bygones.
Wei Cong was merely a common student; if he got a record at the top academy, he’d struggle to find a job later on.
“What’s the model’s code? I’ll ask Ayan and verify what happened.”
“2012XSD3611, a battle god 1253G simulation model.” The young boy glanced at Wei Cong’s father, realizing that due to his looks, he wasn’t as angry at first, “Since Wei Cong claims his sister bought it, there should be a receipt, right? If you can provide evidence proving that the model in his hand is indeed his, I can apologize to him—”
Despite saying this, he did not believe Wei Cong would produce any evidence.
The young man noted this down and opened his communicator to send a message to his daughter.
After a while, a response arrived.
【It was given to me by mom a few days ago; I sent it to Ayan without thinking—where would I get a receipt from?】
The young man felt a headache coming on and opened his wife’s contact icon, briefly explaining the current situation.
Seconds later came a swift reply—
【What the hell? Ayan stole? Wait a minute—】
After a while, someone’s communicator rang.
Everyone exchanged glances, and the Principal awkwardly nodded; it was an unfamiliar video call request.
Seeing this, the young man said, “Mr. Principal, you can answer that; it should be my wife.”
What the heck does “my wife” mean?
The Principal, bewildered, consented to the video call.
Due to the three-dimensional communication, the person wouldn’t appear on a two-dimensional screen but would project in 3D.
“Hello, Mr. Principal.”
As soon as she spoke, the office fell silent.
“Y-you, hello—Jiang, Jiang—”
“Hmm, I’m a bit pressed for time, so let’s skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point.” Jiang Pengji said, “I just heard from my husband that my son is accused of stealing; if found guilty, he may be expelled, even bearing a record. Is that really true?”
The Principal stood frozen—
Not just him; everyone else was dumbfounded.
They understood every word the Legion Commander uttered, but combining them into a coherent thought left them puzzled.
“Where’s the evidence? Is there any surveillance or witness?”
The Principal’s face flushed red as he awkwardly admitted, “There isn’t—”
Jiang Pengji raised an eyebrow, “Since there’s no evidence, why suggest Ayan stole?”
The Principal glanced at the boy’s parents, whose expressions were equally dramatic, resembling a spilled palette of colors.
Under the scrutiny of the Legion Commander, the Principal didn’t dare be vague, especially considering this was the most difficult type of old rogue to deal with!
Though he embellished the story, he couldn’t hide the truth from Jiang Pengji’s keen eyes.
“I think the atmosphere at the top academy needs improvement; a school should be a place for students to learn, not a site for class discrimination. If this situation gets reported by military news or social media, I believe the top academy will be trending for several days.”
The Principal was left speechless.
Could such a trivial matter even relate to discrimination?
The school was already quite fair; they offered the same educational resources to all, but wealthy children enjoyed even more elite advantages that ordinary kids could not.
For instance, the case of the simulation mecha.
These mecha models weren’t just toys; aside from size and weaponry, they were crafted to mirror real combat mecha. Even if rich, one couldn’t get them elsewhere. Children of privilege could engage with and learn sooner — what chance did ordinary kids have?
“Mr. Legion Commander, this matter must be a misunderstanding—“
“I fully understand there’s a misunderstanding.” Jiang Pengji smiled, “Ayan couldn’t have stolen the classmate’s mecha model; he doesn’t have a habit of stealing; that’s beyond doubt. The model is a replica of my previous ride, so the manufacturer gifted me two sets as a memento; there’s no possibility of fake. I’ve contacted the manufacturer to investigate the code, and I have certificates to prove that the one in my possession is authentic. An impertinent suggestion—maybe you should check if the lost mecha model is a knockoff—”
The Principal felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment.
The young boy’s parents couldn’t help but doubt whether they had indeed bought counterfeit goods for such a high price.
After all, the notion of the Legion Commander purchasing a fake from official channels was unthinkable.
“Apologies, Mr. Legion Commander, this was my fault; we mistakenly accused Young Master Wei without proper investigation.” The boy’s father couldn’t help but speak up, attempting to salvage some dignity. “I will thoroughly investigate the lost mecha model, and I definitely won’t wrongfully accuse anyone.”
Jiang Pengji smiled, “It’s no problem as long as this is resolved.”
Wei Cong couldn’t hold back any longer.
After all this, they were just letting it slide?
He had been wronged for several hours; the teachers and Principal repeatedly accused him of theft.
Not long ago, he was mocked for his two-hundred-credit cheap t-shirt!
“Although Ayan is still young, he’s a boy now; that gentleman should understand what it’s like to have a prideful and rebellious son.” Jiang Pengji seemed to sense Wei Cong’s frustration, adding with a smile, which instantly made the gentleman realize.
“Of course, I understand; once we clarify this matter, I’ll offer a formal apology to young master Wei and compensate for the emotional distress.”
Wei Cong felt a bit angry but soon sighed, lowering his head as satisfaction seeped in.
That his mother could break away from her busy schedule to resolve such a trivial issue—that was enough for him.
The matter wasn’t complicated; it was just that before Jiang Pengji revealed her identity, Wei Cong had been labeled a commoner student.
A commoner student was in possession of over five million worth of mecha model—any sane person would suspect its authenticity.
Furthermore, the opposing party was rather aggressive, stubbornly adhering to their judgment, leaving Wei Cong in a weaker position.
Now, with the situation reversed, those who had previously dominated felt a change due to the investigation and finally found the lost mecha model.
Upon verification, the lost model was indeed a counterfeit, while the model with Wei Cong was the real deal.
The young boy, accompanied by his parents, apologized to Wei Cong.
“You’re the… son of the Legion Commander?” The young boy still sounded bewildered.
“Yeah, is that strange?”
“Why do you dress so simply then?”
Which proper royal heir would wear such casual clothes?
Wei Cong was momentarily stumped but shot back, “My dad likes online shopping. What’s wrong? I can wear a cheap t-shirt and still carry the aura of haute couture, can’t I?”
The young boy felt embarrassed and awkward; fortunately, Wei Cong chose not to exact revenge, leading to a peaceful resolution.
On the other side, the young man’s colleague stood frozen in shock, taking a long while to process the revelation.
The usually unassuming and mysterious professor was actually the husband of the notoriously feared Legion Commander?
All those schoolgirls drooling over the young man—did they even know who their rival was?
“You and the Legion Commander are—”
The young man smiled, “We’re married.”
“Secret marriage?”
“No, it’s just that neither of us likes excessive attention from the outside world, especially since the child is still young.”
The colleague had no words left.
“That supercar—”
“She bought it for my commute. Ayan is quite temperamental, going through his rebellious phase, so I’m worried about him. Coming to Klemra Star to be nearby allows me to better look after him.” The young man squinted his eyes with a sly smile, “But don’t tell anyone—she’s been a bit irritable lately because I’ve been overly attentive to Ayan, neglecting her. If word gets out, I’m worried she might stir trouble.”
The colleague grimaced.
He’d be crazy to spread gossip about the Legion Commander.
“Of course, I won’t say anything!”
Holding a secret unknown to others felt incredibly undesirable.
What appeared to be resolved was still going on; not long after, the Principal faced subtle demotion—a series of documents mandated reforming the academy’s atmosphere.
Parents of many students felt bewildered, with only those involved knowing the details.
Six years later, Wei Cong completed both middle and higher academy courses, graduating several years ahead of schedule.
At the graduation ceremony, the Seventh Legion Commander Jiang Pengji attended as a special guest, presenting the certificates to the student representative.
After the official presentation, there were entertainment segments.
Jiang Pengji descended the stage, addressing Wei Cong, saying, “Good job.”
Wei Cong straightened his posture proudly.
“…But you’re somewhat lacking in certain subjects; combat courses barely kept pace. I wouldn’t recommend you join the combat sequence; consider a civil post instead.”
Wei Cong’s face fell.
“Your sister could beat you with nine fingers; joining the combat sequence would only serve the enemies’ heads on a platter!”
At this, Wei Cong slumped down, losing all energy.
“How can I know I can’t do it if I don’t try?”
The Principal of the higher academy stood dumbfounded, eavesdropping on their exchange.
Seeing Wei Cong clash with Jiang Pengji, the Principal attempted to intervene, offering an apology on Wei Cong’s behalf.
“Ms. Legion Commander, this—”
Jiang Pengji warmly replied, “Ayan is just throwing a little tantrum. Don’t mind him.”
“Ayan?”
Was that a tad too affectionate of a term?
The higher academy Principal looked perplexed.
“Is Wei Cong the step-relative of the Legion Commander?”
Their dialogue streamed live online.
Since this was a regular annual graduation broadcast, the audience was relatively small at first.
It was the same repetitive talk; even seasoned viewers were weary of it.
However—
As many viewers continued listening, they felt something was off, and their minds synced perfectly with the Principal’s confusion.
“My son.” Jiang Pengji affirmed.
“Oh, so he’s your son—” The Principal’s expression froze in realization.
Son?
Viewers watching the real-time stream went wild.
The son of the Legion Commander?
Wait, when did she get married?
Who is her spouse?
Everyone held such questions.
As if to clarify their doubts, a striking young man entered the camera’s field of view.
“Dad—I’m right here—”
As soon as Wei Cong spoke, the comments exploded like fireworks.
【Don’t crowd me—let me see who the Seventh Legion’s prince’s dad is—】
【My heavens, my goddess is married, and her child is almost enlisted—are you kidding me?】
【The media this generation isn’t cutting it—”]
【Stupid upstairs! Give those paparazzi a million chances; they’d never dare stalk or photograph a military big shot like her!】
【The prince looks so good; such high value!】
【Her husband’s looks aren’t bad either; no signs of plastic surgery.】
【Oh my, has the calamity that is Jiang Pengji finally single? Does that mean I can find someone willing to take care of me?】
Directly addressing the military commander so casually garnered immediate attention from others.
However, just a second later, the commenter deleted their notice and continued lurking.
【Craving for that Legion Commander!】
【This is currently Legion Commander, but during the next Marshal election, they’ll definitely turn into Marshal, right?】
【Absolutely! The sitting Legion Commander is either too old or too inexperienced; there’s no capable contender among them.】
【Currently, they are the Legion Commander’s husband; moving forward, they’ll become the husband of the Marshal. This person must’ve saved the Federation last lifetime!】
【Upon reviewing this bigshot’s history, it almost seems like they’ve lived a charmed life—but wait, she’s a Jiang?—tsk, tsk, can’t help but think of a certain family.】
【I feel the same way…—】
【You all sure are acting strangely; our military commander did it all on her own! There are plenty of people named Jiang! No need to be envious!】
Not long after, these comments were swiftly suppressed.
No matter how related topics seized media attention, Jiang Pengji smiled toward the young man.
“Zixiao, come here.”
