The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

Yu Bai is a not-too-distant relative of Yu Lan. When Yu Lan was not successful, he was an orphan. Now that he is successful, all kinds of people come to him.

Ling Si stood up, put his hands in his pockets, looked at Chen Zheng who was watching the fun and had nothing to do with it, and raised his chin: "Now that you've asked this, what are you going to do?"

Although Fillion covered it quickly, Chen Zheng also saw the bruises on his arm and spread his hands: "I didn't lose anything."

Fame is the most useless thing to him.

"That's right," Ling Si nodded, "Let's compare it again and the truth will be revealed."

Chen Zheng was helpless. This young master could always talk about the competition. Fortunately, he had already seen it.

Fillion was still sitting on the ground, like a prisoner waiting for his punishment, and Ling Si asked someone to pull him up.

A sentry came forward and lifted him up with both hands. Fillion stood firm, blushed and said thank you.

"Does he know that you came to see me today?" Ling Si asked.

Fillion shook his head.

"How do you keep in touch? Will you meet in person?"

Fillion whispered, "Most of the time it's light brain, and I see him once in a while."

"Are you still going to follow me?" Ling Si lowered his eyelids, his dark pupils slowly dilated, as if in a daze. Fillion no longer had the face to stay here. Ling Si had never treated him harshly. The most tiring thing was buying water and food, and he had to fight with these sentinels for them. When he arrived at the First Military Academy and followed the little duke, no one bullied him anymore.

"I..." Fillion was dejected, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, "I'm sorry."

This matter could be a big deal or a small one. In a big case, Ling Si and the Duke's Mansion would suffer damage to their reputation, and his father would most likely punish him. In a more serious case, the Queen would also punish him. In a small case, as long as Ling Si didn't care, nothing would be a problem.

"Do you know Jiang Lin?"

The confusion in Fillion's eyes did not seem fake. Ling Si curled his lips and leaned forward slightly. "I'll give you a chance to make amends. Only once. If you want to leave, no one will stop you. You are also a victim, and no one will bother you."

"I do." Fillion grabbed Ling Si's towel in a hurry, but his movement was too big and the towel fell off. In front of him was a snow-white chest. Fillion was stunned. He only reacted when he saw Ling Si lowering his head, and let go as if he had been electrocuted.

"Next time he meets you, bring them along."

Ling Si took the towel back from his hand and pointed at the group of people. When Fillion looked over, the sentries rubbed their hands and grinned, "Let's see how thick his skin is."

The sentry always had excess energy, and was worried about finding no outlet for it, when Yu Bai finally ran into him. Even if he was discovered, the beast ignored him.

"Just follow them for a few days."

Fillion nodded, looking at Ling Si with clear eyes. Seeing this, Shang Yue's expression darkened for a moment, and he came over with a new combat uniform, "Put it on first."

Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to the young sentry in the center. The sticky liquid passed through every inch of his skin. Chen Zheng pinched his burning earlobe, and a flash of white passed before his eyes, and the next moment it was covered by the black hem of his clothes.

Everyone was a little disappointed, but they didn't know why.

Fillion's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and he didn't know where to land.

Shang Yue breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone had put on their clothes.

.......

Soon it was the weekend and the First Military Academy was on holiday.

After the Friday night run, many students whose families were studying at Dixing left school. Ling Si was no exception. He rested for a night and kept the appointment at noon the next day.

The prince wanted to pick him up, but he refused. After dinner, he went to visit Minister Yu Lan in the hospital.

News spreads the fastest in military academies. Students will know about current affairs news as soon as it happens. Regardless of whether it is officially announced by the authorities or not, the fact that Yu Lan is ill is no secret.

But few people know the real reason. When Ling Si returned to the Duke's Mansion, he learned that the guide minister's spirit had gone out of control. When he was found, vines had covered the entire room, like a cocoon, tightly wrapping its owner.

Compared to the sentinels, the guide's spiritual body is very stable and gentle. Logically, the same should be true for Yu Lan, but the restless energy of his childhood caused the guide's guide hormone secretion to become disordered. Not only can Yu Lan not calm the sentinels' spiritual power, his own spiritual body often has problems.

Of course, no one is stupid enough to let the head of government do this job.

There is currently no complete cure for guide hormone disorders, and intervention is the only option.

.......

The starship docked in front of the hotel, and a waiter in a black vest respectfully opened the door and asked if there was a reservation.

"Box No. 1."

The slender, cold white fingers were clasping the cabin door. His clothes were tailored to fit him well. His figure was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The young sentry lowered his head to adjust his cuffs. His eyebrows were handsome and beautiful. The obsidian earrings on his earlobes were shaking slightly, and the little silver snake underneath seemed to come alive and swayed its body.

A hint of surprise flashed across the waiter's eyes, and he became even more respectful.

"Sir, please follow me." The waiter led him in, and without meeting many other guests along the way, he went straight to the private room.

The strange thing is that the prince has not arrived yet. He is the host and Ling Si is the guest, but he makes the invited guests wait.

The waiter brought the menu and said, "Would you like to order, sir?"

"Wait a minute." Ling Si crossed his arms and glanced casually.

Even with the development of the Internet, some old restaurants still choose to use paper menus. The dishes on the menu are exquisitely presented, and there are a lot of text descriptions under each one.

The waiter first brought free desserts and juice and waited on the side.

A few minutes later, the prince arrived late, his strong and muscular body wrapped in a gray casual outfit with a few dark spots on the lapels.

Feng Jinqing's eyes flashed with surprise, and she sat down next to him naturally, asking in a gentle voice: "Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"Your Highness is the organizer of the party, so of course he can wait." Ling Si's face was cold. He took the menu again and flipped through it.

Feng Jinqing was stunned for a moment, and had a guess in his mind, "Do you think I haven't arrived yet?"

Ling Si's angry expression was somewhat cute. The man couldn't help but stroke his soft hair like petting a cat, and explained softly: "I went to the bathroom as soon as I arrived. I think a new waiter came. Did he tell you that I didn't come?"

The waiter didn't know why the younger customer misunderstood. It was obvious that the other party was angry because of his mistake in handing over work, so he immediately leaned over to apologize and offered compensation: "Sir, to make up for my mistake, we will provide two free seasonal ice creams."

Ling Si slapped the hands that were causing trouble on his head and said, "Prince, please respect yourself."

"Don't be angry, order whatever you want. The combat system of the Crown Prince's Mansion will not give permission to an angry person." Feng Jinqing was hit hard on the back of his hand. Ling Si's force was not small, and his skin quickly turned red, but he didn't care. "Didn't I say to call you Senior Brother?"

"not called."

They are just senior students who took classes from the same teacher and are not related at all.

Before entering the military academy, the rich and powerful would hire a retired military officer as a teacher for their children to lay a solid foundation in advance. Good teachers were rare, and Ling Si was fortunate to have taken classes with Feng Jinqing. Later, when Feng Jinqing entered the military academy, Ling Si was the only teacher.

It was said that before retiring, that teacher was the mentor of the current president of the Civilian Parliament. However, it was unexpected that the horse would climb to a higher position than the mentor.

Feng Jinqing knew that he was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, so she didn't force him, but remained considerate of the crown prince.

In order to have today's meal, he had to stay up late at night to handle government affairs. If he were to take that position in the future, he would definitely be busier and have fewer opportunities to spend time with them.

There are very few of them now. Fortunately, there are still three years of military school life, otherwise it would be difficult for Feng Jinqing to see Ling Si.

It was no secret that Ling Si liked to challenge all kinds of people. Feng Jinqing had once captured his attention by defeating him. After that, Ling Si had been pestering him for a long time, running between the Prince's Mansion and the Duke's Mansion. Every time they competed, his face was filled with stubbornness and the arrogance of defeating his opponent.

After leaving the virtual space, Ling Si was again the kid who pestered him with questions, even asking him exactly what he ate every day. Later, he went straight to the Prince's Mansion to eat.

Whenever he taught him combat skills and experiences, Ling Si would stare at him with his dark, clear eyes, which made people feel soft-hearted and gave rise to an unknown sense of swelling.

But a wrong care caused Ling Si to be hot and cold towards him until now.

Apologies and gifts are of no use, and the children no longer look at him with sparkling eyes. Only by tempting him with a competition will he reluctantly pay attention.