No Master [Interstellar]

In the afternoon scene, everyone entered the court wearing gas masks.At a glance, there is a row of pig noses sitting in the court, which is very spectacular.

"I object." This time, before Lawyer Kane had time to guide him, Ronan had already stood up.He doesn't know much about other things now, except that he is familiar with the word "opposition".

"What do you object to?" asked the judge.

Ronan: "I'm against their gas masks. It's disrespectful to me that they wear gas masks."

The defendant's lawyer stood up hastily. "Your Honor, we don't mean to disrespect the plaintiff himself. This is just an emergency measure. In case the plaintiff interferes with his thinking."

Ronan: "This is sophistry. Will they wear a gas mask to see other males? This is obviously a special kind of discrimination against me. So I protest.

The judge thought that what he said was very reasonable, so he asked the defendants to take off their gas masks.So, once again, the royal lawyers and gold medal lawyers of the two legal groups once again asked to leave the meeting to go to the toilet.

After the trial ended, the two defendants' lawyers held an emergency meeting.Everyone made up their minds and decided to empty themselves before the next court appearance, so that even if the lively male was covered in pheromones and stood naked in front of them, he would be as unresponsive as a saint.

On Ronan's side, everything was going well.

The lawsuit is going well, and everything is fine at home.Roman is a little thinner than when he came from Earth.In the past, Ronan showed that he hadn't heard from him for a period of time, and then contacted him intermittently, and he didn't even dare to say more about his recent situation.Roman wanted Ronando to call, but also worried that his brother would be caught by the military because of his own reasons, and he was always on tenterhooks.Later, Ronan lost the news again.Roman was worried every day, how could he gain weight.Roman's Zerg language has actually been learned well, but it may be because of psychological barriers that he didn't speak it well at the beginning, and he is unwilling to talk to the Zerg more.

Ronan saw it and didn't urge him.This psychological shadow cannot be healed or eliminated, it can only be erased slowly with time.

The daytime passed quickly, and Ronan was so busy that he didn't go to bed until late.Busy contacting, busy consulting.Even so, sometimes when he crawled into bed, he could still find that Fried hadn't fallen asleep, and he didn't know when he went to bed at night.

On the second night of the trial, Ronan woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly felt a pang of hunger in his stomach.Decided to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

It was almost the dead of night at this time.Everything around was completely silent, not a single sound could be heard.It was dark all around, and it seemed that everyone had fallen into a deep sleep.Ronan didn't want to disturb the others, so he got up quietly.His room was covered with thick carpets, and Ronan didn't even bother to wear shoes.Out the door with bare feet and down the stairs.

He smeared into the downstairs dining room and opened the refrigerator.The refrigerator is empty.This is because the two hosts seldom eat at night, so the service robot did not prepare the food.Ronan didn't bother to call the robot to add it.He ran to the kitchen on the first floor. Ronan knew that the kitchen on the first floor belonged to the soldiers, and there was a food storage cabinet there.Those soldiers have a lot of food, and they must have extra meals at night.There may be a little food left after the extra meal.Usually during the day, the service robot will clean up.

Downstairs are the soldiers' bedrooms, a large hall, kitchen, bathroom and storeroom.Ronan quietly walked down the stairs, and there were faint snoring and the sound of water coming from downstairs.Ronan didn't pay attention, but found the kitchen according to his memory. He opened the refrigerator and found a basket of bread and a plate of cold meat.It is estimated that they are left tonight.The robot hasn't had time to handle it yet.

Ronan cut open the bread with a knife and put a thick pile of cold meat inside.After finishing it, I couldn't wait to stand there and start chewing.

The bread was cold and hard, and after eating half of it, Ronan felt a little thirsty.He was trying to find a cup to catch some water, but the cups were all in the cabinet, and he couldn't find them after searching around.

Sudden.Ronan heard the soft sound of water getting louder amidst the snoring concerto outside.

He felt that something was wrong, he didn't look for the cup, and he was ready to go back to his room with the saucer.While continuing to stuff things into his mouth.

Just as he was walking back into the hall, suddenly the bathroom door opened.In the soft bath light, a person pushed the door and came out.That man was Freed, his upper body was naked, and his lower body was only wrapped with a towel.His short hair, which was less than an inch long, was dripping water on the ground.After he walked out of the door, he faced Ronan diagonally and was drying the water stains on his head with a towel.

Ronan's hand that was stuffing something into his mouth stopped, and under the light of the bathroom, he stared blankly at the pair of marble-like legs standing firmly on the ground, and the round buttocks under the towel.Ronan's eyes moved up all the way, and there were also the shapely abdominal muscles, and the tight muscles around the navel showed the strength of this muscle after long-term exercise.

Everything in front of me shows that this is a body that has undergone long-term and planned exercise.It is simply the ultimate representative of the beauty of a violent weapon. "Can he break the wall in front of him with one blow?" Ronan thought.

Ronan suddenly had an urge to poke that abdominal muscle to see how it feels in the hand, will it spring up immediately after being poked?

Fried had already discovered Ronan.He was holding a plate with some sandwiches on it.It should be that the energy intake at night is not enough, and the restaurant upstairs has no reserves, so I have to come down to get food.However, now that he was holding the plate, instead of leaving, his face was getting redder and redder.Just staring at himself blankly like this, couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Just when he was hesitating, he found that Ronan coughed earth-shatteringly.

It turned out that Ronan choked!

Fried rushed over, regardless of his bare feet, and helped Ronan pat him on the back.He patted and coughed again, almost waking up the whole building.Ronan's face became more and more red, Fried simply hugged him from behind, wrapped his arms around Ronan's abdomen, then clenched his fist and quickly lifted his abdomen up, half a day later, Ronan finally spat out a piece of bread shell.

At this time, he was exhausted from coughing, so Ronan put the plate on the side table and sat on the sofa.Ronan sighed deeply.

Fried took another glass of water for Ronan, and Ronan took it and drank it in a few sips.After drinking the water, he finally felt that the thing that blocked the trachea had finally completely disappeared.He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the fresh air rushing into his lungs, mixed with the fragrance of shower gel.He raised his head, looking for the source of this scent.Seeing Fried standing in front of him, I couldn't help thinking: "It smells so good! What kind of shower gel does he use? Why is it different from mine?"

Fried took a sandwich from a nearby plate.Take a bite.Then he said to Ronan. "It's cold, don't eat it."

He just stood in front of Ronan with a big grin, and the abdominal muscle that Ronan wanted to poke before he choked was right in front of his eyes.There was still a burst of steam on his chest, and the drops of water dripping from his hair passed Ronan's eyes, slid all the way down his chest, and finally disappeared between the waist and the towel...

With a grunt, Ronan swallowed.

"Still hungry?" Seeing this, Fried asked with concern.

"Hungry?" This sentence was originally to ask him if he was hungry looking for something to eat at night, but Ronan blushed and pushed him away.

Fried took a quick step back.

Ronan yelled: "I'm not hungry!! You can eat by yourself!" The loud voice startled him.

Fried looked up silently, watching Ronan trot upstairs, and silently took a bite of the cold meat sandwich in his hand.

Finally waited until the court hearing again.

This time, according to the plan, the lawyers of the two defendants have completely released themselves before the trial.When I walked to the court, my legs were weak.However, "It doesn't matter if the legs are soft, as long as the brain is not hard." Everyone comforted each other.Sure enough, even though Xiongzi's pheromones were particularly strong today, everyone felt powerless and sat quietly beside the dock.

"However, I have to say that Mr. Ronan looks really nice today!" the government's defense lawyer Rolling Stone thought.

I don't know if it was his illusion.Master Ronan is becoming more and more attractive every day.He swears that this is not the effect of pheromone, even if he is given a dozen hula dancers, he can only smile and say sorry.

However, Ronan felt an indescribable and unclear feeling today.He seems extra confident?Or free and easy?The seriousness swept across his brows, with a sense of coquettishness, unfettered by foreign objects.

Just when he fell into reverie and couldn't extricate himself.

Ronan stood up suddenly: "Your Honor, before the court session, I have another request."

The judge nodded silently, motioning for him to continue.

Ronan smiled and said, "I request a change of jury members."

There was a burst of noise in the auditorium, and the defendant's lawyers couldn't believe their ears.

The plaintiff's attorney for the defense couldn't help digging his ears.

The judge lowered his face for the first time: "Plaintiff, what is your reason?"

Ronan was not in a panic. He held a portable smart brain, looked at the display screen, and read while reading: "I am requesting a reasonable jury ratio based on dsf458 of the procedural law. This item stipulates that the jury's There should be no discrimination in gender, age, occupation..."

Before he could finish the specific content of the protest, someone from the military's lawyer team jumped out immediately.

"I object!"