The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

"YOUNG master, please correct me if I'm wrong. Did you just say that we should punch and kick these four people lying on the floor in a way that would make it look like we subdued them in order to protect someone?" asked one of the three bodyguards standing in front of Snow.

Snow let out a sigh. It's not really his words but he couldn't exactly deny that now, could he? "Yes, just do it like that."

The three bodyguards looked at each other. When the young master contacted them earlier, they were only told to come to his location as fast as possible. They were always not that far from the young master. How could they do their job if they're far from their target of protection?

But the viscount told them that they should give the young master ample breathing space. They shouldn't try to hover over him like bees. That way, the young master wouldn't feel suffocated by their presence and he could still go about his business like normal.

But there could be holes in their protection with such an arrangement. So, a GPS tracker was put on the panic button that the young master was told to carry after the incident that happened last week.

Since the young master didn't push the panic button and called them instead, it meant that nothing drastic had happened to him. Maybe he was just in a bit of trouble. But they still hastened their pace and went to the direction where the GPS tracker was pointing.

Upon arriving here, they saw the young master talking to a beautiful black-haired teenager. If it was only that, then they probably wouldn't feel so conflicted right now. But after seeing the two, they next saw the four unconscious men lying on the ground. And then, right after, the young master told them to do this weird thing.

But they're not really in the position to question the other. Being employed and paid handsomely by the viscount, they should do their best, not only to protect the other but also to satisfy any request he might make.

And so, the three of them could only say 'yes' in the end, doing what they were ordered.

Seeing the three bodyguards walking towards the four men lying unconscious on the floor, Snow walked towards the black-haired teenager whose name was Astrid Townsend. The two of them had already introduced themselves to each other before his bodyguards arrived. Not only that, the other had also told him about his 'plan'.

He was very skeptical about it. But since he had already decided to help the other, he should just follow along with whatever he's planning.

"Should I call the vice-chairman now?" he asked since his bodyguards were already here. By the time those staffs arrived, his bodyguards would have already finished with their task.

Astrid raised one of his brows. He didn't expect that the other would actually know one of the academy's big guns. But then again, with what happened last week, the vice-chairman might have been the one who dealt with the aftermath. So, it's not that weird if Snow had his number. Maybe the other even voluntarily gave it to him. Just in case something happened to Snow again.

Astrid smiled. This was even better. "Yes, please."

Snow turned sideways as he called. That way, Astrid wouldn't be seen by the person he was calling on the other side. Soon, an overdressed man appeared on the screen. The moment the other saw him, he immediately showed a nervous expression. He really couldn't blame him. He heard the vice-chairman received quite the tongue lashing from his father because of the kidnapping incident.

"Young master Campbell, did- did something happen again?" the vice-chairman asked nervously.

Snow showed just the right amount of angry and anxious expression on his face. "Vice-chairman, it's terrible. I just saw a student being dragged to an unused utility room! I called my bodyguards to help and we just barely made it in time. Four of them were trying to—I couldn't even say it. You must hurry and deal with these villains!"

Wow. This was a pleasant surprise. – Astrid thought as he watched Snow act and lie in front of the vice-chairman. Earlier when the other found out that he was the one who saved him, he didn't hesitate to volunteer to be an active part of the plan. He simply agreed because he had a feeling that the other wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

Even when Snow said that he was an acting major, he still didn't expect much. But oh boy was he wrong. The other looked like a high cold beauty at normal times. But he sure quickly fell into his 'role'. Although still rough around the edges, this kid sure had talent for acting.

Snow maintained his expression as he stared at the vice-chairman. The other looked like he was suddenly forced to eat something nasty because of the way his face scrunched up. This guy was definitely thinking 'how come there's trouble again?'. But he quickly smoothed the creases on his face.

"I see. Please, tell me your location and I will quickly be there," the vice-chairman finally said.

After that, they both ended the call.

Snow turned to Astrid and stopped. Because he saw the other thoroughly disheveled. His black hair was in a mess. The clothes he's wearing was crumpled. There was even a red mark on his face as if he was slapped. The red mark was even more glaring because of his white skin. One would think that he was accosted or something.

If he remembered correctly, his call with the vice-chairman only lasted for about two minutes or something. So, he managed to do this to himself in that span of time.

"Is this really necessary?" he asked, clearly referring to the other's current state.

Astrid showed a careless grin, a stark contrast to his disheveled image. "I told you, I need to look like a victim."

"Well, now you certainly look the part."

Astrid chuckled. "Good."