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

"It's so easy to be a star and make so much money, that brat!"

His son is famous and makes a lot of money, but his father is not very happy. Wei Shaojie has not been very smart since he was a child. He did not inherit any of his father's manufacturing talents. He only has an earth-shatteringly beautiful face, just like his beautiful mother.

Fortunately, he and Yan Zhao have a good relationship. They are working together in the capital star, so they will not be deceived into nothing but their pants.

Wei Zheng always has all kinds of weird projects. This time he called Yan Zhao to the earthen house in his studio and proposed the idea of ​​an invisibility cloak.

"I seem to have seen it in ancient earth literature..."

Yan Zhao listened to the teacher's idea and immediately raised the difficulty of the plan: "None of the current invisible materials are truly invisible and will be detected by various instruments. Unless the clothes made by the master can wrap the entire person and achieve instrument shielding."

"Aren't I looking for you to realize this ideal?"

Under Wei Zheng's creative passion, Yan Zhao devoted himself to research and development work day and night.

In the studio, the furnace is kept burning all year round because some parts have to be welded frequently. Neither the master nor the apprentice pays much attention to their image. They wear singlets and shorts, and each occupy a messy space for research.

When someone knocked on the window, Yan Zhao was stunned for a while before turning his head and looking over.

A hazy face was reflected on the glass window that was filled with heat.

Wei Zheng, who had stayed up all night, asked in a hoarse voice: "Is it a ghost?"

"No, it's... someone I know." Yan Zhao thought to himself, compared to this person, he might as well be a ghost.

In order to prevent He Junyan from knocking on the window, Yan Zhao pointed to the door and opened it for him.

"What's wrong, Mr. He?" Yan Zhao asked indifferently.

He Junyan raised the corners of his lips, walked directly past him, took off his beige bell-shaped hat, and bowed solemnly to Wei Zheng, who had his back turned.

"Master Wei, I am He Junyan, deputy chief of staff of the First Army of the Galaxy Army. I am here to invite you to return to the capital planet."

Yan Zhao had guessed before that it was too unreasonable to work as a manufacturer and repairman on the Edge Planet with his master's level. I just didn't expect that even someone as arrogant as He Junyan would respect his master so much and actually bow to his back.

Wei Zheng snorted and refused to even stand up. He tinkered with the parts and said, "Don't waste your efforts. No matter who you are, trying to persuade me to return to the capital planet is in vain."

"Your son works in the capital. Don't you want to reunite with him?"

He Junyan picked a chair and sat down on his own, completely ignoring the fact that he was not welcome.

Wei Zheng heard his question and turned back irritably: "My son is my son, I am -"

Suddenly seeing He Junyan's navy blue gown and long ponytail tied behind his head, Wei Zheng understood.

"No wonder they sent you to convince me because they thought you would like me. Why, you are very knowledgeable about ancient Chinese culture?"

He Junyan said with a reserved smile: "I know a little bit."

"Okay... okay..." Wei Zheng put down the parts and suddenly said, "Picking chrysanthemums to the southeast?"

He Junyan: "See Nanshan leisurely."

"Is the red dust concubine laughing?"

"No one knew it was Lychee."

"When you are a disciple, you will be truly famous!"

"Who can compare with others in a thousand years?"

……

Yan Zhao watched from the side, his face getting darker and darker. It's okay for Master to be rude in front of him. How could he be so enthusiastic when facing someone he met for the first time?

"Master, if you continue taking the exam, this day will be over."

When the two came to Li Bai's poem, Yan Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted their game.

Wei Zheng snorted arrogantly, stood up and clasped his hands and said, "It's really not easy for you to achieve this at such a young age. But don't think that just because you can answer these questions, you can convince me. I still say the same thing, I don't go back."

Yan Zhao thought helplessly that if people from the ancient earth saw this scene, they would probably be pissed off from the earth and travel through time.

Objectively speaking, Wei Zheng is right. Interstellar students don't have the time to learn such ancient things, and it would be very difficult just to finish studying interstellar history. This kind of ancient culture can only be understood by experts and professors.

After He Junyan was forced to play poetry solitaire for more than ten minutes, he still got nothing, but he was not angry at all.

He glanced at Yan Zhao and said, "It's best not to let your apprentice hear the next topic."

Wei Zheng couldn't stand their style the most, and said angrily: "My disciple can listen to anything!"

"Oh?" He Junyan raised an eyebrow and said, "Including your funding of the Star Thieves, can he know about it?"

Yan Zhao stared at him warily, moved his steps, and stood in front of his master.

He Junyan was surprised, did a person like Yan Zhao attach great importance to his feelings for his master?

"Yan Zhao, please also advise your master. The empire is not prepared to pursue the wrongdoings he has done. As long as he returns to the capital planet and serves as the director of the scientific research department of the Galaxy Army, all his previous crimes can be written off. There is a scientific research Minister Master, your promotion will be much smoother in the future."

Unfortunately, He Junyan once again guessed Yan Zhao's thoughts wrongly.

"No one can influence Master's thoughts." Yan Zhao said calmly.

"Okay." He Junyan put on his hat again and his expression became cold, "Then, the Galaxy Army and the judiciary can only liquidate Master Wei's various crimes."

In front of He Junyan, Yan Zhao acted cool and determined.

But after seeing He Junyan leave, he immediately became worried.

"Master, is what he said true? Did you fund the Star Thieves?"

In the asteroid belt of the γ galaxy, there is a group of vicious star thieves stationed, and the three planets on the edge are the closest to them. In the past ten years or so, Yan Zhao has witnessed star thieves coming to Edge Planet several times to drink, eat tea and find women, causing a lot of riots.

Wei Zheng was silent for a long time and said, "You can go. You are a student of Imperial College and now you know the Crown Prince. They won't do anything to you."

"How can you say that?" Yan Zhao clenched his fists and shouted angrily, "I can't possibly leave you and run away. When you did this, did you ever think about Shao Jie? He is so stupid. Without you, maybe I will be chewed up by the Galaxy Army gang until all the dregs are left.”

It was so real that Wei Zheng couldn't even say anything to refute.

Yan Zhao saw his hesitation and persuaded him: "Why don't you go to Capital Star? Is there any tragic past?"

"Where is the tragedy? It's not miserable at all." Wei Zheng shook his head repeatedly and said angrily, "I just hate the behavior of those people."

Yan Zhao was a little suspicious, but he was not prepared to expose Wei Zheng. Instead, he said smoothly: "Then think about the expensive equipment of the scientific research department. Maybe you can waste a lot of it and get revenge."

After Wei Zheng heard what he said, he secretly cursed "he's so smart" and then kicked him out of the studio.

"Let's go, let's go, I don't need such a rebellious disciple like you!"

Yan Zhao left time for him and returned home. Because he worked too hard, Yan Zhao hadn't read the messages on his bracelet for a long time.