Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

Yan Zhao took a sip, and the rich taste of red wine invaded the tip of his tongue.

He rarely drank, and he only drank one bottle when he was an adult at the instigation of Wei Shaojie.

"It tastes very good." Yan Zhao put down his wine glass and smiled at Lu Xingjian, "Thank you, senior, for the hospitality."

Lu Xingjian cut the steak neatly, raised his head and asked him: "I heard that your situation in the R&D department is not good? Do you blame me for suddenly putting you in?"

"How is that possible?" Yan Zhao was a little surprised that he would ask this, and immediately clarified, "Even if you don't arrange a job for me, the information in the R&D department database is still worth learning. I am writing a report on researching component matrix shielding EMP. I hope There can be some value.”

"Oh? What specific principles are used in the component matrix?" Lu Xingjian asked with interest.

Yan Zhao rubbed his forehead, feeling a little confused. Could it be that he was drunk? However, Wei Shaojie and I didn't get drunk even after drinking one bottle last time. We only had one sip just now.

"I saw in the database the failed experiments of the previous R&D department. There was a metal component that was rejected..."

Halfway through his words, Yan Zhao could no longer hold on and fell backwards on the soft velvet core chair.

Lu Xingjian stood up and walked to him, easily picked him up and carried him all the way to the lounge inside.

"Don't blame me, kid."

Yan Zhao was placed on a single lunch bed. The dark blue sheets made his skin look even more pale and fragile.

Lu Xingjian picked up the sterilized iodine and syringe from the bedside table and slowly pushed them into Yan Zhao's forearm.

"Who made your mutated gene useful for the Crown Prince? What a pity for such a cute kid."

When Yan Zhao woke up, night had fallen.

He lay on the sofa in the office, feeling dizzy. He checked his body and found nothing strange.

"Mr. Lu...how could I be so drunk?"

Lu Xingjian has the most advanced medical equipment and has long since erased all traces of blood draws.

He pointed to the half-empty red wine with an apologetic look on his face: "This wine is very strong. My drinking capacity is only one glass. I didn't expect you to get so drunk after just one sip."

Yan Zhao was dubious, but considering that nothing happened to him, it was hard for him to get to the bottom of it.

"Then I'll take my leave first."

"Wait." Lu Xingjian picked up his suit jacket and operated the bracelet. An aircraft quickly stopped by the window.

"It's not safe at this time. I don't know if I can catch the last train yet. I'll see you off."

Thinking of the school's access control, Yan Zhao couldn't refuse the proposal.

Lu Xingjian was considerate of his lack of steak, and specially prepared a freshly baked one for him to eat on the way.

Yan Zhao was a little confused, why did this senior care for him so much?

He is not a person who asks for trouble, he just asks questions when he thinks of them.

Lu Xingjian couldn't help laughing: "Don't overcomplicate things. I have also been a student, and I know that with a background like yours, it is not easy to study at Imperial College. And your talent is even more amazing."

I have been in school for so long, and no one has ever praised me like this.

Yan Zhao was able to turn a blind eye when faced with cold treatment and insults. When he was sincerely praised, he was a little overwhelmed. He lowered his head and took a bite of steak. After a while, he said awkwardly: "Thank you, senior..."

The title changed from "Mr. Lu" to "Senior", and the relationship between the two seemed to be getting closer.

Lu Xingjian, who was in the driver's seat, glanced at him from the back seat, noticed his red ears, and sighed in her heart: He's so cute.

Matching up with that crown prince would be his disaster.

The latest model of Zuo's aircraft was parked in front of the school and soon attracted the attention of students who returned home late.

This attention reached its peak when Yan Zhao was seen walking down from above.

"Damn it, didn't you say that Yan Zhao is from the edge planet? How can he afford such a high-end aircraft?"

"Who knows... Look at this streamlined body and cool and trendy spray paint. It is simply my dream machine..."

Most of the students at Imperial College are mechanical enthusiasts. When they saw this high-end model, they quickly started building high-rise buildings on campus forums.

At first, it was just a discussion about the model of the machine. By the time Yan Zhao walked back to the dormitory, the direction of the discussion had changed.

An article titled [Is Yan Zhao being kept by someone? ] In the post, the poster made the accusation straight to the point:

[Like the title, if Yan Zhao hadn’t been kept, I would have taken off his head and played it as a ball for him. Currently, the only people who own this type of machine are the richest man, the Zuo family, the royal family, and the marshal's family. As we all know, our Young Master Song hates Yan Zhao to the core. The only possibility is that he has climbed up to the top executives of the Zuo family. 】

Most people have the same opinions as the original poster, and there are many echoers.

But there are also people who deliberately sing the opposite:

[According to the original poster’s logic, after excluding Young Master Song, isn’t it still possible that he is the royal family? What if Yan Zhao is attracted by the crown prince? 】

As soon as this reply was posted, there was an endless stream of people coming to criticize him.

Although the Crown Prince has never appeared in public, it is known that he is the dream lover of all the girls in the empire.

[How could the Crown Prince fall in love with Yan Zhao? The floor leader advises you to delete it. You still have time to repent before you are exposed.]

[Ah, ah, ah, you actually dare to insult my crown prince, just wait for me, I will rush to your dormitory to teach you a lesson! 】

Similar statements emerge one after another, and the owner of this floor is also a talented person, who relentlessly confronts those who reply:

[It’s so funny that the Crown Prince won’t show up until his coming-of-age ceremony. Who knows whether he looks like a human or a ghost. If he is an ugly man then, you people will be the ugly man’s licking dogs. 】

[The owner of the floor must be sick. Looking at the looks of His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen, I know that the Crown Prince cannot be bad-looking.]

[I am an ugly but also a crown prince, I am willing to be a licking dog, hehehehe]

……

The discussion forum was ridiculously crooked, but Yan Zhao was not someone who frequently browsed the forum. After returning to the dormitory, he felt sleepy.

I didn't expect that I would still be so sleepy after a drunken sleep. The wine was so strong.

He put on his pajamas, drowsily climbed to the upper bunk, and heard Song Tingxi calling his name several times.

"What...huh..."

Song Tingxi opened the bed curtain and saw Yan Zhao lying on the bed, sleeping with steady breathing.

"Sleep in seconds?" He reached out and pinched Yan Zhao's cheek.

Yan Zhao said "Huh" and subconsciously turned to face the wall, but did not wake up.

Guan You turned over and lay down on the upper bunk opposite. He looked sideways at Song Tingxi, who was clinging to Yan Zhao's bedside and making trouble, and said, "Can you stop being so childish?"

Song Tingxi jumped to the ground and turned to look at him: "Aren't you curious? That aircraft is a limited edition, and only a few people in the empire own it. How could Yan Zhao know such a person?"