When the news got out, the graduates from the Royal Starship Academy were bound to be furious.
Traditionally, they were sufficient on their own in competitions.
Alliances were formed to vie for first place, to strategize, not to take on another military academy.
Now, the only ones who hadn’t formed alliances behind the scenes were the First Military Command College and Elbert.
From this perspective, there really was a sense of mutual recognition.
Lin Fu spotted Meng Keqin in the crowd at a glance—she was too dazzling, unconsciously radiating a powerful, confident aura that made everyone else look dull. Many women felt an involuntary inferiority when standing next to Meng Keqin.
Meng Keqin and Theresa were completely different types. She lacked Theresa’s hypocrisy, was older, more mature, and cooler-headed. Her every move exuded elegance and allure, yet she was refreshingly vigorous and decisive in her actions.
From childhood, she had been the best; no woman could surpass her, they could only envy her helplessly.
Men adored her, senior officers valued her, and comrades trusted her.
It was said that Meng Keqin was the woman most suited for Major General Fu Xing—they were considered the perfect couple by the military, even the esteemed Empire Princess couldn’t match Meng Keqin from the soldiers’ perspective.
Most importantly, she and Major General Fu Xing were not only classmates but also childhood friends, families closely connected over generations.
She was the woman who had saved the Galaxy in a past life, the perfect goddess of men’s dreams.
Meng Keqin also noticed Lin Fu, squinting her eyes as she approached her graciously.
In fact, she had come specifically for Lin Fu, knowing she would be at the simulation training.
"Are you Lin Fu?" asked Meng Keqin, her voice unique with a hint of metallic timbre, making her unforgettable.
She reached out to Lin Fu, "I knew about you even before I returned to Capital Star, and I’m very pleased to meet you."
Since Meng Keqin was warm and natural, Lin Fu wouldn’t disregard her manners, even though she could clearly feel Meng Keqin’s discomfort about her. Nonetheless, Lin Fu extended her hand graciously.
The two women shook hands amicably before countless witnesses.
"I grew up with Fu Xing and am also his classmate. You can call me Sister Meng or senior; I’ll treat you as my dear sister."
"That might not be appropriate," Lin Fu said with a light laugh.
"Hmm?" Just when Meng Keqin was in her mind admiring Lin Fu’s cunning, wondering how even Theresa had been outplayed, she was disappointed Lin Fu conceded so quickly.
If that was all to her cunning, she would be deeply disappointed.
"If you don’t want to call me that, it’s fine, but since you married into the Fu Family, you should make an effort to blend in, and I am doing this for your own good," Meng Keqin spoke sincerely but assumed a familiarity, turning Lin Fu, the female host, into an outsider needing guidance.
"I think you misunderstand," Lin Fu’s eyes curved slightly, her voice half-teasing: "You and Fu Xing grew up together and he cares about you as a sister; by tradition, you should be calling me ’sister-in-law,’ not the other way around."
Meng Keqin’s smile briefly faltered.
"Actually, how you address me doesn’t really matter," Lin Fu’s demeanor was calm and light, "I say this out of respect for Fu Xing, right? There’s an ancient saying, ’Love me, love my dog.’ By respecting me, you also respect your brother Fu Xing."