I heard that the Imperial Marshal wants to raise me

"No problem," Lothian looked at the principal, who recovered his senses, "Marshal, please." Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him taking a step forward, the principal cleared his throat, "Go back to class."

Ruilai helped Sai Ling pack his schoolbag first, "Aren't you scared?"

Sai Ling crushed the sandwiched fruit candy and swallowed, "I'm scared..."

"Although the marshal looks serious and fierce, he is upright and won't care."

Sai Ling looked at him suspiciously, and thought to himself, why did your lord suddenly appear in the school, and he didn't tell him anything. When he saw him suddenly, he was a little scared, for fear that he would accidentally throw himself into his arms.

Ten people sneaked into the lecture theater through the back door. As soon as the principal finished his opening speech, thunderous applause continued.

The front desk said happily, "We are so lucky, today's class is taught by the Marshal himself! Let's go quickly, and we will transfer to the big classroom."

In a daze, Sai Ling quickly followed his classmates to the open classroom. Including their class, there were more than a thousand students waiting excitedly.

Sai Ling found a corner of the classroom and sat down, looking at the tall and handsome man on the podium from a distance.

Ruilai looked at the position in front, and then turned to look at Sai Ling, feeling embarrassed. Sai Ling knew that he admired Lothian, so he waved to him and let him sit down with peace of mind.

The students in the classroom wanted to squeeze in the front, and those who were behind also stretched their heads to get closer to the marshal.

Only Sai Ling shrank in the corner, trying to block himself.

Bwin felt in his heart that he deserved to be the wife of the marshal, and she didn't care about such ostentation at all, after all, the marshal was just like Dabao.

See you every day.

Seling looked at the paper in shame.

The shameful thing of being punished to stand has been seen by adults!

It is said that you should study hard!

Rothian replaced Professor Jon to teach the history of actual mech combat to the first-year students.

His gaze swept across the thousands of pairs of eyes in the spacious classroom, and landed firmly in the corner of the classroom.

He flipped through the list of first-year students, showing an imperceptible smile.

The "Name Law" promulgated by the Empire some time ago is being tried out and will be formally written into the charter in the coming year.

During that time, there were quite a few people named Sai Ling, but now they had to line up to make an appointment with the Civil Affairs Bureau to change their name.

Quite a few of those named Sailing have been changed to various homonyms, the letters have been reversed, and there are still some who have not thought about what to change.

After the last lecture at the Royal Sports Center, the students felt a lot closer to the marshal, and they struggled to answer the questions in class.

Lothian, on the other hand, called the students who were called 'Sai Ling', or those with similar pronunciation, or similar characters, and answered the questions by name. If they couldn't answer the questions, please hand-write a [-]-word mecha actual combat analysis paper to him. Will personally review.

The five thousand that cannot be answered once will be doubled twice, and calculated according to the law.

There is no way, the Marshal is so strict with himself and more lenient with others, he is called Sai Ling, right, they are all his own people.

At the end of every question, the Marshal would pick up Sai Ling and the sick little follower named Sai Ling to answer the questions, and even stood up seven or eight times in the morning.

Others said that they fully understood the marshal, after all, they always had the same name as their spouse anytime and anywhere, which was very annoying.

With a mournful face, Baoya pulled the sick ghost and said that he was really going to change his name in two days!

The sick ghost glanced at Ruilai and snorted coldly.

When eating at noon, someone always ran over to express deep sympathy for Sai Ling.

"It's a [-]-word thesis, handwritten, it's a lot of hard work. It's a comfort to think about it being corrected by the Marshal himself."

Others gloated, "Pfft, you are so pitiful, I envied that you had the honor to have the same name as the marshal's spouse, hahaha!"

Sai Ling poked at the rice, "..."

Ruilai poured the plum vegetables into the Sailing bowl, and said distressedly, "Marshal has always been meticulous, rigorous and upright, you must earnestly complete the task of Marshal! It's okay, I will stay up with you all night!"

Bwin's expression is very complicated. Is this the interest of the two people? Does he want to help Sai Ling?

Seling, "..."

Hey, you can't trick him like this!

Sailing was called out before he had eaten much. Buwen saw that Asen had followed secretly, so he held down Ruilai's rice bowl with a fork, "It's probably a classmate, don't get involved."

Sai Ling followed the man through the teaching building, bypassed the library, and finally walked into the administration building with gray and solemn walls.

After walking for a while, the man pointed him to an open-air balcony at the end of the corridor, and then left.

Inside the open-air balcony is a spacious and bright office, and two guards in military uniforms stand outside the door.

Seling walked in cautiously.

Lothian sat at the dining table and waved to him, "Have you eaten yet?" He conveniently stuffed the duck meat roll into Sai Ling's mouth.

"Hmm, my lord is waiting for me?"

Lothian looked at him with pursed lips.

Sai Ling blinked, filled a bowl of crab porridge and handed it over, "... Lothian"

"Yeah." He stirred twice, and pulled Seling to his side.

Why do we have to be unfamiliar every time we meet?

Sai Ling hugged his arm happily, and it took a minute or two to get used to it.

After all, not everyone can accept that their spouse is Marshal.

"This is where?"

"my office."

Sai Ling groaned, Yuemo was temporarily assigned by the principal.

Lothian kissed him, "If you don't want to go back to the dormitory, you can live here."

The bed is big, the key is to avoid peach blossoms.

Seeing his surprise, Lothian said, "I always come once or twice a year, and the seat can't be taken for nothing."

It was only then that Seling realized that Lothian was actually the vice chairman of the board of directors of St. Ercy College, and also held several professor titles.

Lothian rubbed his chin and fed him a piece of broccoli, "You can't be a marshal forever, you have to make some plans for retirement."

Seling, "..."

God, no wonder the adults run a hotel and become the principal.

Lothian said again, "Or you can give birth to a son to support us."

Sai Ling's face was flushed with embarrassment.

With a table full of delicious food, Sai Ling drank two large bowls of peanut bone soup by himself.

"The teacher said that parents' signatures are required." Sai Ling took out the test paper embarrassedly.

Lothian raised his eyebrows, the bottom ten in the whole grade.

Very strange.

Lord Marshal has never been ranked like this in his life.

He scribbled his name on it.

Lothian took Seling into the bedroom to rest.

The room was very warm, and Sai Ling lay on the bed and said sullenly, "Can you stop asking me questions this afternoon?"

Lothian leaned up and kissed his neck, "No."

Sai Ling held his furry head in his hands, hoping, "Then can you tell me the answer in advance?"

Lothian didn't make a sound, and reached into Seling's single clothes, fiddled with the small nipples

Sai Ling pressed his hand to prevent him from moving, and said innocently, "I won't touch it."

Lothian, "..."

The man lay down on his back, and Sai Ling sat on his waist, rubbing against his arms flatteringly, "Stop asking questions, okay?"

Lothian thought for a while, but he didn't know what he thought of. His voice was a little hoarse, and he pushed Sailing's little butt with his waist and hips, "I don't ask questions when I move by myself."

Feeling the hard object under the buttocks, Sai Ling felt hot all over, and murmured, "