Chapter 7: Federal University

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Sang Fuying didn’t know how to respond, so she simply nodded without speaking.

It just happened to be the weekend today, and tomorrow was Monday. She had read the survival guide, which explained that universities here, much like on Earth, held classes from Monday to Friday and gave weekends off.

Sang Yao felt that his niece had changed strangely since Yuan Feiye brought her back, as if she had suffered some great shock or was silently scheming something else in her mind.

“Speak up. What do you want me to help you with this time?”

He picked up his black coffee, swirling the ice cubes inside. The clinking sound was crisp and clear, and the man’s tone was distant and formal.

Again? Did the original owner often ask her uncle to do things for her?

But in her original world, she also frequently troubled her uncle, yet his tone had never been this cold.

“There’s nothing... for now,” she added the words “for now,” then shifted the topic, “Uncle, do you drink coffee at night too? Doesn’t it keep you awake?”

The girl’s eyes, framed by long lashes, fixed intently on the black coffee in his hand. Her gaze was soft and clear, like glass immersed in ice and snow, shimmering with waves of light as she blinked.

Sang Yao felt somewhat uncomfortable under her stare.

Previously, it was always her who felt uneasy whenever they met at home—she wouldn’t sit down to eat at the same table with him, nor initiate conversation. What was different today?

Was she aware she had caused trouble in the Lesterlin family and wanted him to help resolve it?

“I drink coffee at night because I still have daytime work unfinished. Also, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Don’t beat around the bush. I promised your father I would take good care of you,” Sang Yao said bluntly.

Sang Fuying shook her head. “There really isn’t anything now. If there is, I’ll come to you immediately.”

Thinking of how she couldn’t reach him while trapped in that terrifying place, a faint trace of disappointment appeared on her face. “But Uncle, you didn’t answer my call then.”

Sang Yao’s gaze briefly avoided the girl opposite him.

Her expression of disappointment felt like a silent judgment, making him feel somewhat ashamed.

He brought the black coffee to his lips and took a small sip to ease the awkwardness, then stiffly explained, “I was busy during the day.”

Sang Fuying obediently nodded. “I understand. I’ll try not to bother you while you’re working.”

She didn’t mention what had happened to her during the day, and he tacitly chose not to ask.

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Given her lofty spirit and fragile fate, if he asked, she would surely feel insulted. There was no need.

“You have school tomorrow. I’ll have Professor Zhou from the Federal University take care of you, but I won’t have time to escort you. You can find a pilot to take you or use public shuttles or the hover train.”

Sang Yao took a sleek black-and-gold card from his pocket and slid it across the table to Sang Fuying. “Use this card for your daily expenses. No password needed.”

It was also a form of compensation for not answering her call earlier.

Although he had warned her before leaving in the morning not to run around causing trouble while he was out, lest he stop looking after her.

In the system space, Xiao Bu’s eyes sparkled: [Wow, a black gold card! This is the highest-level card in the capital star. You need at least a billion star coins to get one. Uncle is so generous!]

This uncle in this world was really wealthy. He no longer had to work four jobs a day to pay for her medical treatment!

Sang Fuying’s bright eyes glittered with delight. “Thank you, Uncle. So, can I buy anything I want?”

“Theoretically, yes,” Sang Yao replied coldly.

He had given her quite a bit of pocket money before, but she had never been this happy. Did she think the previous amount was too little?

This vain little one—he couldn’t understand how her father had raised her to be like this.

The next morning, after getting ready, Sang Fuying took the hover train according to the map she had studied the night before.

The 8 a.m. train was much like the subway on Earth, filled mostly with neatly dressed office workers and students. The crowd was diverse, filled with handsome men and beautiful women, but those with black hair and black eyes like hers were almost nowhere to be seen.

Even her uncle’s hair and eye color differed slightly from those on Earth. His hair was a tea brown, and his eyes were golden brown.

A message popped up on the holographic wristband on Sang Fuying’s arm—a friend request from someone named Zhou Ying, with a note indicating the recommendation came from her uncle.

This must be the professor her uncle mentioned would receive her.

Zhou Ying—a pleasant name.

After accepting the friend request, she sent a message: “Hello, Professor Zhou.”

The script of this interstellar world differed from Earth’s characters, yet for some reason, even without inheriting the original owner’s memories, she could easily read and use it with ease.

Zhou Ying replied simply, “Hello.”

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Then Zhou Ying sent her a location and another message: “Come here to find me. School has been in session for a month now; you need to collect your books.”

After replying “Received,” Sang Fuying stopped looking at the holographic interface and gazed out the train window at the fantastic scenery.

A streak of light, resembling lightning, flashed past her eyes, leaving a long trail of light. As she wondered what it was, someone beside her spoke.

“Is that the phantom of Young Master Lesterlin? Has the eldest young master finally come to school?”

The speaker was a young male wearing the Saint Nia Federal University uniform.

Hearing the words “Young Master Lesterlin” made Sang Fuying uneasy.

According to interstellar law, if she were truly involved in the death of that female yesterday, she would be sentenced to life imprisonment, as she was a lowly defective female at the bottom of society.

“Who knows? I hope he’s just out for a stroll and won’t go to school. No male wants to encounter him. Being his classmate is less like being a peer and more like being a backdrop,” another male replied.

At that moment, Xiao Bu popped up.

[Host, I’ve transmitted information about that Lesterlin young master to you. He’s on the world destroyers’ list, a high-priority target. His danger level is much higher than Sang Yao’s. Please be careful.]

Sang Fuying glanced at it, speechless.

“That guy has bipolar disorder, an unpredictable temper, and his hobby is apparently killing people? Isn’t this a society ruled by law?”

Xiao Bu scratched its head cluelessly. [I don’t know either.]

“Full name, Merl Lesterlin. Such a refined name, yet his danger rating is ten stars? If I get close to him, is my life in great danger?”

She recalled that her uncle’s danger level was only two stars!

“Excuse me, could you please move aside?”

A clear, gentle male voice drifted into Sang Fuying’s ear from behind, slightly hoarse with a moist warmth. It sounded somewhat familiar.