The Assassin's Enemy Lover

136 Hurricane Han

There was some swelling on either side of his nose bridge and faint dark circles under his eyes. Unlike other times he just walked over to his seat and didn’t glance over in Zi Han’s direction.

Zi Han who noticed this cocked his brow as he sat back in a laid-back position while lightly tapping his desk. His burning gaze burnt a hole in Yi Chen’s back. If he had laser beams in his eyes like superman Yi Chen might have been deleted from this world a long time ago.

Yi Chen just held the bag of candy on his desk and read the note before putting it away. Zi Han who was trying to pretend like he didn’t care finally lost his shit. After holding back for twenty-four hours without writing another message to Yi Chen he finally snapped.

HandsomeHan: ?

HandsomeHan: ?

HandsomeHan: ?

HandsomeHan: ?

He sent a series of question marks and because of the endless dinging sounds coming from his light brain, Yi Chen could no longer ignore it. After a couple of minutes of the typing bubble floating on the chat interface, Zi Han couldn’t take it anymore.

He wrote another message.

.....

HandsomeHan: Still mad at me?

Reading this Yi Chen finally glanced over his shoulder and met Zi Han’s gaze. The youth was staring at him with an expression that seemed to ask, ‘And then?’

Yi Chen compressed his lips as he turned back to his light brain. He didn’t know how to face Zi Han knowing what he knows. He wasn’t even certain if Zi Han knew who his father was?

And if he did how could he be so calm. If anyone found out about his identity he would be hunted down and whoever killed the royal highness would come after his son as well.

Ever since he learned of this he had spent the past thirty-something hours in the training room going through several war simulations as a way to get out of his brain. This was his way of blocking out the world but when he had worked himself half to death he still had to face reality.

His father was so worried about him that he forced a connection with the training hall and talked him into stopping. He thought his son was still upset about their disagreement and thus he quelled his anger and made peace.

After that Yi Chen passed out under his mother’s worried gaze and when she asked him this morning to take a rest and skip classes he didn’t agree. He dragged his tired self to school and was later than usual.

He wanted more time to digest this information but now that he was in front of Zi Han he couldn’t avoid it anymore. After deleting and typing and deleting and typing for a couple of minutes or two Zi Han sent him another message so he replied.

YC: No.

HandsomeHan:???

HandsomeHan: So you aren’t mad at me anymore?

YC: En.

‘En?.... En? What the fuck does en mean?’ thought Zi Han as he angrily exited the chat interface. For more than twenty-four hours he had been anxiously waiting for a response and after waiting so long all he got was a measly ‘En’. The fuck?

Zi Han decisively ignored Yi Chen throughout class but like a grey stormy cloud, his dark aura hovered around him making his deskmate very gloomy.

As a tribute to this ancestor, Shorty went out during the small break between classes and came back with four milkshakes letting Zi Han choose a flavor first. His tribute was accepted and the heavy air suffocating them eased a little.

Li Ran as an innocent party was also caught up in all of this. When hurricane Han targeted his best friend he so happened to feel the effects. After withstanding the pressure throughout the First medical response class he couldn’t help but pat his deskmate asking,

“Do you feel cold chills as well? The temperature says twenty-four degrees celsius but it feels like it’s below zero. Look, I even have chicken skin.”

Yi Chen who was too exhausted to feel the suppressive air pressure took a glance at his arm but asked something unrelated instead. “Did you read those documents?” he whispered to Li Ran his expression serious.

Li Ran stopped rubbing his arm and leaned in closer before saying, “You know I don’t dare. I just decrypted it and that’s it.”

Yi Chen turned his glance back to his language notes while weakly nodding his head.

The fewer people know the better. Having been hacked the last time by Zi Xingxi he even destroyed all traces of that folder just in case.

Li Ran couldn’t understand Yi Chen’s expression but he wasn’t curious. If it was something he was meant to know then Yi Chen would tell him. He just considerately left Yi Chen alone for the next couple of hours. Whatever he saw in that folder must have been something big.

While Li Ran was worrying over Yi Chen, the dean was hard at work checking how far they were with the curriculum when his doors and windows were locked remotely as a high-security shield was activated.

His fingers paused as he looked up with a puzzled expression. He knew that there was only one person in the federation who had the power to invade his office remotely but this only happened once in the past.

Him doing this now meant something big was coming and he needed his help. A floating screen appeared in front of him its bright luminous light reflecting in his pupils.

In front of him was the live feed from the Marshal and his expression was as grim as death as he stared at him. Dean Kerseky abruptly got up stammering, “Mar, marshal Yi.”

Marshal Yi leisurely raised his hand gesturing for him to sit down as he lowered his head to light up his cigar. As a thread of smoke streamed upwards the Marshal raised his head and said, “No need for time-consuming formalities.”

The dean shakily sat down with a ghastly expression. He gulped with his Adam’s apple rolling swallowing down his fear. “Is there anything this subordinate can do for you?” asked the dean as a few beads of sweat formed on his face.

“We need to fast track the current curriculum. Focus more on training and make it as intense as possible. The citizens are restless and we need more personnel on the ground,” said Marshal Yi while rubbing his forehead a little flustered.

The dean nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. There was no way he could refuse this great god. He suddenly felt sorry for the cadets who were about to lose their freedom entirely.