I Want to Be a Battle Angel Too (4)

Little Wei narrowed her eyes, carefully pondering the situation.

From what she could recall, the original owner of this body had a crush on that Zhang Yunxiao, but he never reciprocated—didn’t even acknowledge her. Later, in their third year, the original owner was assigned by the academy to go into combat.

The academy was a five-year program. Back then, Zhang Yunxiao had just graduated not long ago, and according to the original owner’s memories, he worked in mecha production at the Federation Headquarters building—never venturing into dangerous places like deep space.

The original owner’s death didn’t seem to have any connection to Zhang Yunxiao.

Little Wei’s head was pounding. She couldn’t find a single clue.

Right now, her biggest fear was that her competitor might be a UR—if that were the case, she’d be at a complete disadvantage.

She shook her head, deciding not to dwell on those messy thoughts anymore.

“Alright, have you decided on a major yet?” Zhong Ruyue waved a hand in front of Little Wei’s eyes.

“Then… the Healing Department, I guess.”

It was the only field she could somewhat tolerate.

“Oh? Well, sure. But our department is pretty dull and boring.” Despite her words, Zhong Ruyue was clearly thrilled to have a junior from the same department. She eagerly pulled Little Wei to the Healing Department’s registration area, then went to collect her uniform.

The double-S uniform was stunningly beautiful.

Zhong Ruyue had Little Wei change into it on the spot, her eyes brimming with admiration.

“Little Wei, you look absolutely gorgeous in this uniform! You’re definitely going to be the most popular double-S freshman this year.” Zhong Ruyue’s praise was completely genuine.

Little Wei’s face stiffened slightly.

She hoped people would like her because she was strong, not because they were fantasizing about her bearing their children.

Still, the double-S academy’s traditional-style uniform was undeniably beautiful.

The white inner layer was sheer like gauze, while the outer robe was a soft gradient of water-blue fading into white, with long sleeves. Delicate blue embroidery traced watery patterns, and when the wind blew, glimpses of jade-like legs shimmered beneath the rippling fabric.

“Any powerful UR would fall for you, Little Wei.” Zhong Ruyue couldn’t help but feel a little envious.

“Though… you’re a bit lacking up top.”

Zhong Ruyue’s words stabbed straight into Little Wei’s heart.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ling Wanbai held a form handed to her by the double-S academy’s examination office.

“Senior, this is today’s registration. Her physique is excellent—very suitable for conception. She could easily have two children in a year.” The junior smiled sweetly.

“Ning Xiaowei, huh? What’s her family situation?” Ling Wanbai glanced up.

“Her parents passed away early, apparently. She’s part of the latest batch of newly differentiated individuals.” The junior’s smile didn’t waver.

“Hm. Fine. I don’t like troublesome people. If you all say she’s good, then notify her—she’s marrying me tomorrow.” Ling Wanbai tucked the form away, only to see the junior’s cheerful expression slowly fade.

“Um…” The junior swallowed hard, gathering her courage.

“Senior, according to Federation regulations, a marriage between a UR and a double-S requires the consent of the double-S individual. That means if you really want to marry this junior, you’ll have to…” She abruptly shut her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“You’ll have to court her properly—proposal, engagement, wedding, not a single step can be skipped.”

This was the Federation’s greatest protection for the vulnerable double-S population. If a double-S individual’s happiness index dropped too low, the Federation would forcibly annul the marriage.

“Oh.” Ling Wanbai lowered her gaze to the form.

“Got it. Fine, I’ll go notify her myself later.”

The junior: ???

Notify?!

She was about to lose it with this clueless senior. Since when was marriage something you just “notified” someone about?

Every double-S individual was a precious asset to the Federation’s future!

Before the junior could say anything else, Ling Wanbai snapped a photo of Ning Xiaowei’s form with her smart device and walked off.

If it weren’t for her family pressuring her to settle things this year, she wouldn’t even bother with this nonsense. Even if she had to pick a double-S, she’d only choose the best of the best.

A flicker of irritation passed through Ling Wanbai’s eyes.

Marriage, marriage—was she just some kind of marriage tool?

Finding Ning Xiaowei wasn’t difficult. Based on the registration time on the form, she should be in the double-S academy’s female dormitory right now.

Ling Wanbai couldn’t be bothered to walk. With a twist of her wristwatch, a pair of translucent golden wings—thin as cicada wings—unfurled from her back. These were part of her light-wing mecha, slower than full mecha mode but faster than a hovercraft.

When Ling Wanbai arrived, Little Wei was still lounging downstairs, basking in the sun.

The academy was extremely lenient with double-S individuals—only one class a day, even open-book exams—so Little Wei genuinely felt no academic pressure in this world.

“Senior, do you think I’d look cool if I had a mecha?”

Ling Wanbai overheard the question.

A mecha?

Since when did fragile double-S types care about powerful mechas?

A hint of confusion flickered across her expression.

But she was here on business.

As Ling Wanbai approached, Zhong Ruyue’s breath hitched. She frantically tugged at Little Wei, who was sighing nearby.

“Little Wei! Little Wei! Senior Ling is here!”

With that, Zhong Ruyue quickly stood and bowed to Ling Wanbai.

“Greetings, Senior Ling.”

This was strange—Senior Ling had never visited the double-S academy before. Was it because of the marriage pressure from her family?

Zhong Ruyue’s mind was a whirlwind of wild guesses.

Little Wei turned her head slowly and saw the woman—her pale golden hair cascading down her back, those delicate wings almost blinding. Before Little Wei could react, a slender, ice-cold finger lifted her chin.

What the—?

Little Wei instinctively wanted to roll her eyes at Ling Wanbai.

Zhong Ruyue’s heart nearly stopped. She held her breath.

Oh my god!

She’d never seen Senior Ling act like this toward a double-S before.

Ling Wanbai leaned in slightly. Little Wei’s back pressed tightly against the bench as the other woman drew closer.

What the hell did she want?

“Ning Xiaowei, marry me. I’m going to mark you.” Her voice was frostily calm.

Little Wei: (〇×〇)

The words nearly made her spit blood.

How lame.

Just a few hours apart, and her once-reserved, cool “orange” had turned into some arrogant, presumptuous woman?

“Who even are you? This is ridiculous.”

Little Wei half-expected Ling Wanbai to smirk and deliver some cringeworthy domineering line like, “Woman, you’re interesting. You’ve caught my attention.”

The mere thought made her shudder.

“Buzz off. I’m busy.” This time around, Little Wei really wasn’t in the mood for romance.

Completing her mission was the priority.

At the very least, she needed some leads. Right now, she was completely in the dark—not to mention the whole career issue.

She refused to be a full-time baby-making machine.

Little Wei stood to leave, but Ling Wanbai’s eyes suddenly gleamed crimson. In an instant, Little Wei was yanked against the wall, pinned under the intimidating aura of this ice-cold beauty who looked ready to slaughter everyone in sight.

Terrified, Little Wei’s legs trembled so hard her skirt nearly slipped off. She barely managed to grab it and yank it back up.

What the hell was happening?!

"I am the most powerful UR in this academy. How dare you reject me? Do you have any idea that you’re completely trampling on my dignity?"

Little Wei: ?

Sorry, not this question mark.

But this one: