Bai Residence.
Bai Mi lounged with one leg crossed over the other, looking utterly drained of the will to live.
“I’ve explained this to you countless times already—I’m not some kind of military genius. If I really had that kind of ability, would it be Bai Lie’s turn to strut around showing off? Oh—do you not understand what ‘showing off’ means? It means making a fool of oneself.”
The woman’s voice on the other end of the phone remained calm and steady. “Then how do you explain your results?”
Bai Mi spoke in a careless, flippant tone. “I just guessed randomly. Been pretty lucky lately. You don’t know—Country A has witchcraft. I recently paid a visit to a witch—”
Beep—
The call was hung up.
Bai Mi was used to it. He lifted his eyelids lazily and smirked.
Bai Dina leaned against the gilded railing on the second floor, eavesdropping. Guessing that the call had been someone from the family coming to question him, she wore a look of undisguised schadenfreude.
“Looks like someone’s going to be sent back to the country before me~”
Bai Mi glanced up. “I heard you applied to do charity volunteer work to make up for your moral score so you can regain your exchange student spot in Country A?”
Bai Dina’s expression turned guarded. “What does that have to do with you?”
“Nothing.” Bai Mi idly spun his phone between his fingers, his eyes full of mockery. “You don’t seriously think throwing some money at a few poor students will magically max out your moral character score, do you?”
“Miss Dina…” Just then, a maid walked into the hall holding a letter. “Your mail.”
Bai Dina shot Bai Mi a wary glance before descending the stairs. The maid respectfully handed over the letter.
The sender address read: Jinggang Logistics Institute.
A flicker crossed Bai Dina’s eyes as she pulled out the letter.
Her application for sponsorship had been rejected. However, considering that she had the right to earn back her moral score, Country A’s logistics department, out of humanitarian concern, had arranged for her to do volunteer work at the Jinggang Sanatorium on weekends.
The assignment would last two months. After that, the military-political academy would reassess her eligibility for admission.
To actually make her—a princess of a nation—go to a sanatorium and serve a bunch of dying old people, handling their filth… it was nothing short of a disgrace.
By the time she finished reading, a murderous intent flickered faintly across Bai Dina’s face. Suddenly, she exploded, hurling the letter at Bai Mi.
“Your doing?”
Bai Mi shrugged. “Isn’t that doing a good deed? I just casually sent those reviewers a video of you using living people as target practice. Guess it scared those folks from Country A half to death.”
Of course, things weren’t as simple as Bai Mi made them sound.
Back then, the second princess, Bai Diya, had tried to cover up her daughter’s crime of shooting her lover. In Bai Dina’s name, she had sponsored many impoverished orphans.
But that was merely a facade the royal family used to fool the public. In truth, those “orphans” Bai Dina used to whitewash her image were nothing more than her personal playthings. At best, they were beaten and enslaved; at worst, they were used as live targets and shot dead.
The Bai family held absolute power in Country S. Bai Dina’s crimes were merely the most trivial form of “amusement” within the family. Having grown up in the royal household, Bai Mi had long since become numb to the family’s cruelty and corruption, and he originally had no intention of meddling.
But he knew Bai Dina’s nature all too well. She now deeply resented the people of Country A. If she were allowed to sponsor poor children there, those children would inevitably become victims for her to vent her malice on.
“Are you sick?!”
Bai Dina had thought she could solve her admission problem with money, only to have Bai Mi interfere. She was so furious she nearly exploded on the spot.
“What does the life and death of those people in Country A have to do with you? You’ve been there once and already forgotten who you are?”
Bai Mi picked at his ear. “Stop yelling at me. If you can’t stand it here, pack your bags and get out sooner.”
Bai Dina let out a cold laugh. “You want to drive me away? Dream on.”
With that, she picked up the recommendation letter from the floor and stormed out the door.
“Miss Dina, where are you going?”
The moment she stepped out of the Bai residence gates, the head guard immediately approached her.
The beating incident half a month ago had made Bai Dina no longer dare to underestimate people from Country A. Now, wherever she went, bodyguards never left her side.
At this moment, Bai Dina had completely calmed down, no longer showing the irritation she had when facing Bai Mi just now.
Coming to Country A to “polish their credentials” was crucial for both her and Bai Mi. As long as they completed their credits at the military academy there, they could return home and directly take up positions in the military administration.
But if they carried back any disciplinary record, it would leave a stain on their path in military and politics. The Queen had yet to designate a successor, which meant every royal member still had a chance. If the military-political route was cut off, it would be equivalent to withdrawing early from the competition for the throne.
Bai Dina was not as brainless as she appeared. She knew very well that Bai Mi was eager to drive her away simply to push her out of the competition. Right now, she had to find a way to stay.
“To the International Trade Center.”
She gave the order coldly, then turned to glance back at the gates behind her.
It wasn’t like she didn’t know—two nights ago, Bai Mi had taken a group of guards, including the head guard, and only returned at dawn. That guy hated going out in rainy weather the most, so there had to be something fishy going on.
“Trying to play dirty with me? Just wait.”
Inside the house, the moment Bai Dina left, Bai Mi dropped his fearless, ruthless demeanor. Clenching his jaw, he jabbed furiously at his phone.
Damn it!
He clearly hadn’t saved it at the time—so how did it get uploaded to the academy?!
Ever since those results refreshed and topped the rankings, the old fogeys from the Military-Political Academy and the S-country Military Affairs Department had been calling him nonstop, thinking some peerless genius had appeared. He couldn’t take the harassment anymore and had to tell them the results were just a fluke.
They didn’t believe him. Instead, they thought he was just being low-key, saying something like—how could a probability even smaller than 1/177210882 be guessed so accurately?
How would he know?! He already said it was witchcraft, yet no one believed him.
Bai Mi fidgeted anxiously, opening his phone again and again to double-check Jiang Huashan’s information.
“Whale Harbor Art Academy… okay, okay. Then she probably doesn’t know the internal credit system of the Military-Political Academy.”
But…
Her three show-off brothers are all from military academies. What if this gets exposed?
Eh—so what if they’re brothers? He and Bai Dina are siblings too, yet they keep information from each other tighter than the walls of the Bai Palace.
But… the Shen family seems a bit different. What if…
As he thought, a sudden image flashed through his mind.
Against a backdrop of wind and rain, the girl stood with her back to the sky, a pair of protective wings emerging behind her.
“…”
Bai Mi frowned, clutching his head in frustration.
“If this gets exposed, I’ll definitely be deported back home! That old witch would probably crack my skull open…”
Suddenly, he thought of something and straightened up seriously.
“This concerns diplomatic relations between two countries and my little uncle’s secret—I can’t be careless. I have to find a way to probe Jiang Huashan’s background again. But the Shen family has never been easy to deal with…”
Bai Mi gave a light cough, lowered his head to look at the enrollment list of Whale Harbor Art Academy, wearing an expression of reluctant resolve.
“No choice then… looks like I’ll have to kidnap you one more time.”
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