The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

After the disbandment, Wen Xiangyi walked out of his class's formation and headed towards Ling Si. Wherever Ling Si went, there was a large group of people following him, and he was very conspicuous in the dim night.

He suddenly approached from the side, and the younger brothers surrounding the young sentry quickly blocked him. After seeing Wen Xiangyi's face clearly, everyone hesitated and took a step back, "Your Highness the Third Prince?"

Wen Xiangyi nodded casually, and took advantage of their hesitation to walk to Ling Si's side, stretched out his arm and hooked it around his neck, and said with a smile: "Your people are still trying to stop me, Ah Si."

Ling Si's body tilted due to his hook, he exhaled and said, "Let go."

The street lights were dim, casting a soft color on passers-by. The black eyelashes were stretched, hiding the helplessness in the young man's eyes. Wen Xiangyi listened to the advice and retracted his hand a little, but did not withdraw it completely. Instead, he pulled up Ling Si's palm and rubbed the thin calluses on it.

Ling Si's palms itched from his touch, so he pulled his hand away, "Third Prince, what's the matter?"

A tall figure rushed in front of them. Shang Yue appeared out of nowhere and forcibly separated the two of them. His handsome and cold face was expressionless: "Your Highness, the Third Prince, please respect yourself. The young master does not like to get too close to others."

Wen Xiangyi's expression was slightly cold, but it was fleeting. He soon regained his smile, took a seat on the other side, and promoted himself earnestly: "A Si, do you need spiritual counseling recently?"

"If the spirit is not guided for a long time, it is easy for the spirit to riot." Wen Xiangyi glanced at someone coldly, "This is not something that can be appeased by a rigid sentinel..."

This implicated everyone around Ling Si. The sentinels did not dare to refute verbally, but cursed the Third Prince in their hearts. He was just a guide, what was so strange about him? They had one in their team too.

It’s just that his level is a bit low, and he’s been sick a lot recently.

The breath of the young guide was so close that Ling Si pushed it away mercilessly, "I am the hard sentinel."

Wen Xiangyi's smile froze, "You know I'm not talking about you."

"Not for the time being. There are no signs of riots recently, so don't worry about me." They were almost at the dormitory building. The guides and sentries lived in different places. Ling Si started to drive them away. "Instead of thinking about this, you should think about how not to be defeated by me."

Wen Xiangyi has rich practical experience, and Ling Si is not bad either, he just hasn't been to the front line. There is a system on the Star Network that simulates fighting Zerg. Ling Si has practiced it tens of thousands of times and knows the habits and weaknesses of the Zerg by heart.

Ling Si and Wen Xiangyi have been competing since middle school. Sometimes Ling Si wins, sometimes Wen Xiangyi wins. After the entrance examination, the two competed again in a virtual field, and that time, Wen Xiangyi won.

Later, he received a mission from the Academy of Sciences and left the Imperial Star for the front line. For two whole months, Ling Si's sparring partner was replaced by Shang Yue, who was always by his side.

When he heard that Wen Xiangyi was injured, he went to the hospital palace to visit him. At that time, the guide was lying in the treatment cabin covered in blood. One of his arms was cut with a huge gash, the bone was visible, and the skin around the edge was corroded blue and green.

Dead Zerg cannot be injected with mental toxins, but there are some that already carry toxins. Even if they do not cause fatal injuries, it is a torture for the injured.

"Why do you think about fighting and killing all day long?" Wen Xiangyi asked while there was still some time left, "Will you go to the palace banquet in a few days? My brother will be the host, and I will be there the whole time."

The guide's eyes were filled with anticipation, and it was hard not to see it.

It's called a palace banquet, but it's actually a social venue for the upper class. My father will go there, but Ling Si has no intention of going there. However -

"Too boring, I might as well go into the combat system."

Ling Si lowered his head. The friction of the backpack straps was burning at the base of his thumb, and it was a different red from the surrounding skin. He rubbed his fingers, but it didn't relieve the pain at all. Then he shifted his attention in annoyance and waited for Wen Xiangyi's answer.

Wen Xiangyi understood what he meant, "I will definitely compete with you, but you can't just leave after a while."

Because of his status, Wen Xiangyi, as a prince, needed to be present throughout the whole process, following behind Queen Cecilia, and comforting some ministers of the cabinet and the military one by one to express the royal family's concern for them.

Having achieved his goal, Ling Si nodded absentmindedly, feeling sleepy.

The hand that was left aside felt a higher temperature, and a scent between sandalwood and jasmine enveloped it from behind, warm and dry.

Shang Yue noticed his little action, walked closer and held his hand, slowly massaging the reddened area with his warm fingertips. His emotionless eyes were indescribably serious, and his gaze was looking straight ahead. Except for the person involved, no one knew what he was doing, and they thought he was just like a guard dog, guarding his master as usual.

Wen Xiangyi noticed that they were too close and frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end. He said goodbye to Ling Si at the fork in the road.

She's just a servant, there's nothing wrong with being closer.