Is Big Brother Angry?

“General, is something wrong? Do you have concerns about his file?” The officer watched Wright repeatedly flip through the file, his brow furrowed, and couldn’t help asking.

Wright raised his eyes. His deep amber gaze revealed nothing.

“No—ques—tions.”

He practically ground the words out between his teeth.

With that, Wright handed the file back to the officer and strode toward the podium, his gaze fixed on the person in the ring until they moved beyond his line of sight.

The school had invited a general from the mecha corps, who was also the mecha pilot with the highest kill count in the Empire. It was undoubtedly thrilling news for the new students—except for a certain few.

Because Mu Chen ranked first overall, the instructor had seated him in the front row, directly facing the podium.

—Strictly speaking, it was a seat right under Wright’s nose.

The two of them could meet eyes without even trying.

At that moment, Mu Chen sat beneath the podium in a black T-shirt and a loose athletic jacket zipped up to his neck. Its slack collar covered the tip of his chin, and a few strands of fringe fell beside his cheeks. With his fair, handsome face, he looked like a well-behaved boy who would obediently do whatever his teacher told him...