Sui Xin had lived for eighteen years, and his luck had always been absurdly good: he always won raffles, stumbled upon shortcuts whenever he got lost, and had never once drawn an expired nutritional drink. Then, on the first day of school, he was assigned a roommate.
Xi Chen was so spectacularly unlucky that even Heaven seemed to go out of its way to pick on him: he choked on water that wasn't even cold, and tripped on flat ground.
Sui Xin complained that he was bad luck, but his actions told another story: he went into full-on “protect the baby” mode.
After all, who else could put up with such a pitiful jinx if not him?
But little by little, Sui Xin realized something was off.
At the league tournament, the jinx was cornered by his opponents, then turned around and calculated their formation so thoroughly that they were left with nothing.
While being hunted, the man, covered in blood, dismantled a space pirate's mech with one hand and said coldly, “Mind your own business.”
Sui Xin: ???
Then one day, the Federation's golden boy discovered that the “jinx” he'd taken in was actually the mad prince whom the Empire had declared “dead in a coup”!
Sui Xin stared at the protective charm he'd just given him and fell into deep thought.
Xi Chen lowered his eyes, hiding the obsession and dark gleam in them, and asked softly, “Do you still want me?”
[The Federation's cockiest, tsundere combat specialist] x [The Empire's gloomy, unhinged commander]
From a shared room where they couldn't stand each other to entrusting one another with their lives on the interstellar battlefield.
He was the only driftwood in the sea of bad luck; the other was the only brake on his hot-blooded recklessness.
Sui Xin: “...Fine. I picked up this little tyrant, so I'll raise him for good.”
Theme: The tide will eventually recede from every hidden reef, and the starlight will find its way here at last.
