After being slag, I became a heartthrob

Year 3769 of the Galactic Era.

The archon of the fifth galaxy arrived at the capital of the fifth galaxy - Arnold Star.

Arnold's first district was decorated with lights and festoons on this day. A nearly two-meter-wide red carpet was rolled out from the galaxy office building, and star flower bouquets were placed along the way, all the way to the vicinity of the space port.

In the third district separated by the two districts, people who get up early should still do whatever they want. For them, who is the executive officer has little influence, and whether they can fill their stomachs is the theme of today's activity.

The three districts came alive.Barely clothed children walked through the streets and alleys, and the sewage from their bare feet was splashed everywhere; scattered small shops opened their doors, and the shopkeepers put cheap drugs under the counter; A small window was opened in the attic, and cheap cosmetics were smeared on the face like a shave, shouting to attract guests.

In a small attic, the thin old-fashioned TV is still broadcasting the latest news, and a man in a camel trench coat is elegantly holding his chin, sitting on a sofa with exposed springs.

He was out of place in this small attic, his black eyes were quietly staring at the TV, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Major Speaker, what do you think of the rebels who call themselves the 'Alliance Army'?" asked the beautiful and dignified hostess.

"It's just a bunch of mobs." Song Yishan's face was cold and his tone was disdainful. "These people are a group of dangerous gangsters. We appeal to the people of the sixth galaxy to cooperate with the empire once they find their whereabouts..."

"Ninth brother?" In the bedroom, a wrinkled face poked out, "It's done!"

He Jian nodded, got up and went into the bedroom. A few minutes later, a flaxen-haired man with dark gray eyes came out of the room. He straightened his windbreaker, opened the door and went downstairs.

The micro-communicator in the ear made a noise, and after a while the signal stabilized. A soft and sweet voice asked, "Brother Ninth? Can you hear me?"

He Jian let out a "hmm".

He walked out of the sewage-ridden street and stood on the platform, waiting for the train to the first district.

"Dude, I asked Yu Liao to put it on the fourth vent at the west end of the third floor..." The girl asked softly, "Brother Ninth, can you replace this guy? What's the name of their ancient earth-era musical instrument..."

"Piano." Someone reminded her next to her.

"Yes, the piano! Ninth Brother, do you know how to play the piano?!"

The train slowly entered the platform, He Jian squeezed into the train with the crowd, he smiled and said, "Your brother, I am omnipotent."

It was already afternoon when we arrived in District [-], and Arnold's unique pink clouds hung over the banquet hall. He Jian raised his head and glanced at the Canalo Hotel on the right side of the banquet hall, and squinted his eyes.

He walked towards the side door dedicated to the staff, and the security personnel took their ID cards to carefully verify the identity of each person who entered. The efficiency was a bit low, and there was a bunch of people in front of him.

When he arrived at He Jian, the dark-skinned security guy took a look at He Jian, "Pianist? Is this job still available?"

No, the pianist died at home last week because of illness and no money for treatment.

"Barely making ends meet." He Jian nodded politely.

"Put your head here." Another security guard waved at He Jian impatiently, "Hurry up! Don't dawdle! There are still so many people behind!"

He Jian smiled apologetically and put his chin on the instrument. After his pupils were scanned, the display screen next to him lit up green. When he successfully stepped into the staff corridor, a small cheer rang out in his ears.

"Old Dai's craftsmanship is getting better and better." The little girl said with a smile.

The performers arrived before the guests, and before the guests entered, they were about to start playing. He Jian entered the dressing room and found the clothes for the pianist.

Then came the problem, the pianist was about the same height as He Jian, but he was a little thin due to long-term malnutrition, and He Jian even had to tuck in his stomach slightly when he was buttoning up.

"Have I gained weight recently?" He Jian asked depressedly.

"Ninth brother, are you still fat? Your waist is a little thicker than mine, what's wrong?"

"The dress is a bit tight..." He Jian said softly, "It's not a big problem."

He straightened his clothes and pushed open the small door of the dressing room.

"How the hell are you going to dress like this?!" A strong man complained loudly, "I'm afraid to walk anymore, and my trousers are still stretched when I move my thighs."

He Jian subconsciously turned his head and took a look.

The big man with short brown hair stuffed himself into the dress with a fierce expression on his face. The soft bear ears on his head had just retracted into his skull. His eyes met He Jian, and his mechanical eyes rolled, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome guy?" ?!"

He Jian: ...

He smiled gently and apologetically, turned around and left the locker room, his heart beating imperceptibly faster.

This person is an acquaintance, a big bear.

Obviously, the big bear will not appear at the dinner party of the consul of the galaxy for no reason. The most reasonable guess is that... the snake eagle took over Arnold's security task.

So... will the kitten come?

He Jian shook his head, getting distracted thoughts out of his head, how could Qi Mingfeng do such a low-end task, besides, this time is not the time to think about kittens, the problem is that the violin has contracted the security, so the degree of difficulty is different.

"Snake?" There was a lot of noise on the communicator, and after a while, the little girl came over again and whispered: "Ninth brother, if the empire/army is doing security, we can give it a go, but the snake... In recent years, Tsk, I don't know what kind of madness their team leader has gone, he looks like he ran away from his wife, their training volume..."

"Cough..." He Jian coughed guiltily, "Speaking of business, I also feel a little uneasy this time, so let's try our best first."

In the locker room, the mercenary of the snake vulture stabbed the big bear, "Why are you staring at that little brother? Don't you like women? But speaking of this little brother's waist... tsk tsk, it's really fucking superb... ..."

"Of course I like women!" Da Xiong scratched his head, "I just see this person's back looks familiar."

The banquet begins.

The pianist sitting next to the piano poured out melodious tunes from his fingers, and when the sound that had been lost for nearly an era resounded in the hall, all the well-dressed guests stopped talking and stopped to listen.

But music was not the theme of this banquet, and soon, politicians began to promote relations with each other.

Until the end of the first session, the dancing people on the dance floor stopped, waiting for the speech of the new executive officer of the third galaxy.

He Jian played the last note perfectly, stayed behind the crowd for a moment, and then slipped into the security door without a sound.

He walked lightly and silently through the corridor, approaching the pre-arranged position.

Sure enough, there were snakes and vultures in the stairwell. After being almost spotted a few times, He Jian heard the girl's reminder, "Boss, it's too dangerous, why don't you come back first?"

He Jian didn't speak, and bent over to avoid the monitoring range.

Still have to give it a try, this is the opportunity they have been waiting for for a long time.

Fortunately, He Jian finally climbed up the air vent without any risk.

The fault detection equipment here has been destroyed by his people. He Jian lay on his back in the narrow air vent, raised his hand to push away the alloy pipe above, and took out a gaudy schoolbag from inside.

He took out the contents, assembled it quickly, and glanced at the position of the new consul.

The speech was coming to an end, and the young man was standing behind the podium, waving his arms impassionedly. He Jian silently pointed the muzzle of the gun at the gap in the ventilation duct, and then opened the scope.

The inside of the ventilation duct was as hot as a cage, and He Jian's clothes were soaked all the way up, and the dress coat was padded under his body, which was even more damp and uncomfortable.

He Jian closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, and when he moved closer to the scope, there was only peace on this fake, rather dull face.

He aimed at the man again, and the calm was broken.

Behind the new consul of the third galaxy, at some point, another person stood.

The man was wearing a well-tailored tuxedo, and a dark red bow tie was meticulously tied around the neckline. He was slightly sideways, with a tall and straight figure, and his long hair was gathered by black satin and hung loosely behind his back.

The slender fingers in gloves pressed the communicator next to his ear, and he turned his head to listen to something. The man frowned, his blue eyes suddenly raised, and met He Jian.

At the same time, He Jian pulled the trigger.

Blood flowers exploded on the consul's waist and abdomen.

The people below were in a mess, and He Jian quickly retreated.

In his ears, the girl reminded him, "Ninth brother, what's the matter with your heartbeat? It's going to explode..."

"It's okay..." He Jian replied in a hoarse voice, "Is the respondent ready?"

"Ah."

This ventilation pipe is not long, He Jian reached the place where he climbed up, jumped down, and dodged behind the wall.

The vulture moved earlier than the security guards. The mercenaries in black uniforms passed quickly in the corridor, and He Jian stood in the shadows, his heart beating like thunder.

It's Qi Mingfeng.

He... is still so good-looking.

He Jian pressed his chest, showing a smirk.

"Brother Nine? What's wrong with you? Have you been caught?!" The little girl asked suspiciously, "Is your heart beating because you took a love potion?"

He Jian pretended not to hear, and when the searchers passed by, he carefully continued to slip along the base of the wall, and couldn't stop thinking about that person.

Why is Qi Mingfeng here?She seems to be thinner, and her complexion is not good...

When he arrived at the appointed place, He Jian put a hook lock on his waist, and when he was about to break through the window and jump down, a slender black shadow was reflected on the glass.

Startled, He Jian turned around and kicked. The man reacted faster, raised his forearm to block He Jian, and yanked He Jian's calf.

He Jian drew out the knife, and the black, non-reflective blade twirled in He Jian's hand. He Jian held the dagger instead, and stabbed hard when it crashed into the man's arms.

The opponent turned around and pressed him against the wall, grabbed He Jian's wrist and slammed it hard.

The knife was thrown away, and He Jian's back, the back of his head, and his wrists were numb with pain. He was about to give this man a headbutt...

Then he met a pair of peach blossom eyes, the pupil color was indifferent blue.

He Jian: "Qi..."

The back of the neck was hit hard, and He Jian threw himself into Qi Mingfeng's arms.

"呵——" There was a noise from the communicator that was thrown out, and someone asked loudly: "Boss, is there something wrong with the glass curtain wall?"

Qi Mingfeng lowered his head, met this strange face, rubbed his fingers against it, the warmth of flesh and blood, it seemed that there was no disguise.

He was silent for a moment, and didn't pick up the communicator until he asked again.

"No." He replied quietly.