The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 446 - 365

As he spoke, he saw Song Yue pushing the meal he had just gotten to the girl in front of him with great enthusiasm.

He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, though his mouth let out a sarcastic snort.

Huang Mingkun pondered for a moment, then suddenly reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

Although the military training confiscated some prohibited items that weren’t allowed in daily life, they didn’t take away their electronic devices, perhaps fearing boredom, or maybe thinking they’d be too exhausted from daily training to bother with their phones.

But it just suited Huang Mingkun perfectly.

Using a friend as cover, he opened the camera function, aimed at Rong Zhi and Song Yue’s direction, and pressed the capture button.

The photos were saved onto his phone.

Huang Mingkun sneered. Hopefully, nothing would happen, but if it did, he held the "evidence".

-

After finishing a game and putting away his phone, Song Yue saw a figure sit down across from him and immediately pushed the food tray towards her, smirking, "Third Young Master."

"Mm," Rong Zhi opened the disposable chopsticks, "Eat."

Song Yue nodded.

He hadn’t seen Rong Zhi for months, thinking there’d be plenty to talk about, but her personality was too quiet, so he kept talking while she silently ate, occasionally responding with a few words.

Fortunately, Song Yue was used to it—back before he knew Rong Zhi was President Fei, she often wouldn’t reply to messages or would disappear for a long time without a word.

"Old Sir Lu asked me to take care of you. Tell me if you need anything, and I’ll send it over," Song Yue said while chewing on a pig’s trotter.

Rong Zhi pushed the cilantro from the chicken to the side and spoke slowly, "No need to take care of me."

She was no different from those students; she was here to study and undergo military training.

Song Yue understood her temper and simply agreed with a nod.

After finishing their meal, the two returned to their dorms to rest. The afternoon was dedicated to individual physical training—running ten kilometers with weights, and no rest until completion.

Rong Zhi lifted the sandbags tied to her feet; at five kilograms each, they felt quite light.

The track was at the foot of the mountain outside the seventh training ground, a lap around the mountain amounting to ten kilometers.

Today was the first day of military training, and the instructors were already taking it easy, but for some students who had never experienced such physical training, half an hour in, some had already fainted.

The accompanying instructors had to carry the students away, simultaneously ordering the others to continue their training.

At the end of Neurosurgery Class Two, Rong Zhi maintained a steady pace, with Song Yue beside her matching her speed.

Ahead, Huang Mingkun glanced sideways at her and suddenly pursed his lips in disdain.

Poor stamina was one thing, but having an instructor accompany you? How arrogant.

Rong Zhi discussed transferring the sandbags from his feet to hers with Song Yue and caught Huang Mingkun’s undisguised hostility with a glance up.

She squinted slightly, not understanding.

After dinner, Rong Zhi sat by the bed playing with her phone, overhearing Su Shaoguang chatting with another dormmate, Shang Qiqi, about running into Huang Mingkun in the afternoon.

"In the afternoon, during the run, I slowed down because I got tired, and I felt a hand touch my thigh. At first, I thought I imagined it," Shang Qiqi said, "But then it happened a few more times, and when I turned my head, I saw Huang Mingkun behind me."

Su Shaoguang was surprised, "Was it him?"

"No," Shang Qiqi wasn’t sure. She frowned and spoke uncertainly, "When I turned around, he asked what was wrong. He was quite far from me, not close enough to touch."

Moreover, afterward, she didn’t feel anything touching her thigh again, so she didn’t suspect.

Now with some time to think carefully, she realized something was amiss.

Su Shaoguang patted her back, gently advised, "Whether it was or not, be cautious. Today, I just felt he wasn’t normal, especially when inciting others."

"Right, right."

The moment Su Shaoguang finished speaking, other classmates rushed to agree.

"Clearly everyone else didn’t mind, yet he jumped out causing trouble, acting smart."

"Exactly, Shang Qiqi, be careful. Rong Zhi should too. I saw him holding his phone sneakily at lunch, like he was secretly filming."

Rong Zhi nodded, "Okay."

Su Shaoguang remained concerned, "Next time you go to the dining hall, call me. I’ll go with you; more is safer."

Rong Zhi was amused by her anxiousness and concern.

Even if Huang Mingkun had malicious intentions, he’d be the only one getting hurt—she wasn’t entirely defenseless.

Upon hearing this, Shang Qiqi’s eyes lit up instantly, raising her hand, "Me too, me too. I have to be involved in protecting Zhi Zhi!"

She had been fascinated by Rong Zhi all day and couldn’t miss this opportunity.

As Shang Qiqi spoke up, the others scrambled to join the effort. However, Rong Zhi, the person in question, watched coldly with crossed arms, expressionless.

-

A week into military training, they finished physical training and started shooting practice.

Suddenly, Song Yue received orders from the higher-ups for a special mission, needing to leave that morning.

The moment the task was received, Song Yue called Qi Ruiqin, requesting Rong Zhi to lead the upcoming training sessions.

"Among all the students, Rong Zhi has the most outstanding abilities. She will temporarily lead you all. Any objections?" Song Yue asked aloud.

Such arrangements of student leadership during military training were common—there would be exercises on the final day, evaluating exemplary classes during the training. The instructors couldn’t participate, so students led the completion.

Song Yue waited quietly for about twenty seconds. Seeing no one spoke up, he directly finalized the decision.

After arranging training duties, he left by helicopter that very day.

Under the blazing sun, the scorching light grilled the earth, rising waves of intense heat.

Huang Mingkun looked at the girl standing with her hands behind her back, his eyes full of impatience.

Why should Rong Zhi be the leader? Finalizing a decision without waiting for their responses. How afraid were they of opposition?

Chen Chan glanced at his brother’s expression and was stunned, hurriedly tugging his sleeve, whispering, "Pay attention, there are many people here."

"Pay attention to what?" Huang Mingkun was already annoyed, and upon hearing this, his anger surged, speaking without controlling his volume, "Her dictatorship isn’t allowed to be questioned? If she hadn’t made a deal with Song Yue, could she be the leader?"

This statement was quite blatant and loud.

The surrounding classes that hadn’t left heard it—Rong Zhi was no exception.

Huang Mingkun met her calm gaze and fearlessly glared back, "Stop staring. I’m talking about you."

The sight of growing attention, curious or surprised, carried a single emotion: anticipation for the drama.

Every day after military training, students returned to their dorms wanting to sleep, too tired to move a finger, let alone use their phones. In such a state of sparse information reception, the gossip stirred between classes became the liveliest spectacle for students.