Chapter 81 1/2

Cen Lang immediately called the military department, saying he wanted to receive the First-Class Merit Medal. He hadn’t received it before, and his guaranteed qualification was not very stable.

He remembered collecting top-grade Alpha pheromones with Jiang Li at the space base. In his ordinary combat suit, those people in formal attire with medals looked like peacocks.

It’s just a medal; he’ll get them all at once and play with them for the kids. The military official said they would expedite the process to award him the medal.

Cen Lang: “Thanks.”

Steady.

Cen Lang: “When will Professor Jiang take office?”

Jiang Li: “When did I say I wanted to take office?”

Cen Lang: “You said you would consider.”

Jiang Li: “Give me another half a year to consider; I’m quite busy.”

Cen Lang: “You better agree now, or I’ll forget everything and fail.”

Jiang Li was sternly threatened; his clear gaze trembled as if imagining something dreadful. He quickly blinked, masking the fluctuating emotions.

But his emotions couldn’t escape Cen Lang’s eyes. What started as a casual remark suddenly became arrogant with a deep gaze.

Will Cen Lang really hold Jiang Li firmly?

In a regular student-teacher relationship, students strive to excel in their studies.

In a close student-teacher relationship, the professor desperately urges the student not to fail.

Cen Lang decides to be a troublesome student for his wife.

The advanced class is similar to exchange students; students attend large classes; there are no regular grades; only final grades matter. The grades are not linked to the professor’s performance, so some professors are ruthless in failing students.

Military personnel don’t have to worry about pleasing professors; they follow a credit system. As long as they accumulate enough credits in their field, they’re good, and they can switch professors if necessary.

Now, it’s not the time to expose the plan; they have to coax Jiang Li into taking the position.

“I’ll try to remember when you start your classes; you can go at your own pace.”

Jiang Li: “Okay.”

In September of the next year, Jiang Li researched their pheromones and found both were aggressive. His pheromones weren’t soothing but a silent attack, making Alpha pheromones surrender painlessly. Cen Lang’s pheromones were a painful surrender.

Cen Lang’s pheromones were evenly matched, creating a substance with strong balancing abilities and stabilising one’s internal environment. The collision process also sparked intense pleasure.

Jiang Li called the hormones produced during the process a byproduct, while Cen Lang insisted they were the main product.

Jiang Li choked: “I was talking about laboratory collisions.”

Cen Lang: “I was talking about collisions in bed.”

When the paper was published, the Human Research Institute finally had a moment of triumph, saying, “See! Primitive Omegas are indeed aggressive! Stop making up stories every day!”

Experts immediately followed through, declaring that in primitive society, Omega dominated and only the strongest Alpha, capable of withstanding Omega’s invisible attacks, had the right to courtship. When the strongest Alpha and Omega were together, their pheromones would provide the tribe with a stable source of balanced pheromones.

Netizens, hearing the expert’s story, hesitated to refute, fearing a backlash. After all, everyone knew the strongest Alpha had already bowed to Dr. Jiang, and if a regular Alpha failed to uphold the A Code, they would quickly cite Cen Lang as an example, saying, “Look at how the strongest Alpha behaves.”

Alpha:

They could be liberated; there was no need for scheduled space appearances; everything could be handled with medication.

The pharmaceutical company in the Ames Federation offered a sky-high price to purchase the sales rights for Jiang Li’s medication.

Jiang Li asked his father to negotiate the collaboration.

The pharmaceutical production line was designed by Cen Lang’s parents, making it resistant to imitation.

After the discussion with Jiang Wanlan, Jiang Li’s account suddenly had an indeterminate string of zeros.

“Dad, did you invest money?”

Jiang Wanlan: “No, it’s just worth that much.”

Moreover, he didn’t directly sell the new generation of balancing medication but rather sold “erectile dysfunction medication.” If the Ames Federation complied with the agreement and had good credit, they would consider deeper cooperation.

Jiang Li: “Okay, do you need help with medical expenses, Dad?”

Jiang Wanlan blinked: “Of course.”

During the interstellar war with the Ames Federation, Lu Jing risked his life, and if there were grudges, they should be settled. In the supply terms he signed, he added a clause: not to sell to active-duty Alphas in the Ames Federation military.

They couldn’t have them taking medication and targeting them with warships.

This clause could discourage Alphas from the Ames Federation from joining the military, giving Cen Lang a helping hand.

Meanwhile, Cen Lang’s parents improved the warships, overpowering the latest warships of the Ames Federation. The Ames Federation retreated within their interstellar territory, no longer daring to engage in covert actions. Cen Lang focused on leading the military to occupy the interstellar fortress, ensuring overall interstellar communication and navigation safety.

After establishing a new interstellar order, Cen Lang had a long vacation, perfect for further studies.

Jiang Li was busy in the laboratory, and Jiang Wanlan could take the little one to see Dad inside. Cen Lang went to space for two and a half months. Little Jiang Wangxing missed Dad a lot and insisted on welcoming him in the yard when he heard Dad would return to Earth at midnight.

Little Jiang Wangxing sat at the doghouse’s entrance, yawning while hugging Hei Feng. His eyes had a bit of a watery glow due to drowsiness, but he insisted on waiting for Dad.

Little Jiang Wangxing blinks at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li closed his eyes; could he not see the scheming in this little one’s heart? Wanting to wait for Dad was genuine, and wanting to sleep in the doghouse was also true.

“If you’re tired, lie down. Dad will carry you inside when he comes back.”

“Okay, thanks, Dad!” Little Jiang Wangxing lay on the new blanket that Hei Feng had just gotten, pillow in hand, hugging Hei Feng, raising his little feet, and looking at the stars in the sky.

Jiang Li asked Wang Wang to watch over; he needed some sleep as he had been lacking lately. He went upstairs.

Early morning.

Cen Lang’s aircraft landed in the courtyard. He hurriedly went upstairs to kiss his wife, but was stopped by Wang Wang and Hei Feng.

“Is there something?”