interstellar fairy tale

When the Royce artificial celestial body sent back the important information obtained from the Canon military fortress back to the capital at the speed of light, Xie Sha, the interim president of the Seth Republic, was unable to work normally because the members of the upper and lower houses were arguing.The temporarily formed cabinet had nothing to do with those MPs. Marshal Helu of the military department had a quarrel with the government department because of the Fourth Fleet.This is undoubtedly adding to the current bad situation.

"Damn it! Don't those guys only fight?!"

The interim president Xie Sha was pounding on the table in frustration. The huge desk was already full of original documents that needed to be executed. However, as long as those cockfighting congressmen didn't shut up for a day, these urgent problems would have to continue to be solved in his office. dust on the table.Xie Sha felt powerless, and he even began to miss the days when President Franz had not stepped down. Although Franz was very happy, and was suspected of accepting bribes and secretly manipulating votes, at least he could make these damned politicians honestly implement orders and work hard !Instead of wasting precious time on unsuspecting quarrels.

Liu Xi walked into the president's office covered with red carpets, and what he saw was Xie Sha's distorted face, as if he wished he could eat all the documents piled up in front of him as high as a hill.

Behind the silver-framed lenses, black eyes flickered. As the confidential secretary of the interim president, this slender, handsome young man had a calm and sharp personality and a keen political sense.Coupled with decent attire and elegant manners, as a descendant of Liu Rui, the founder of the Seth Republic, Liu Xi has natural advantages.He graduated from the highest school with honors and entered the presidential palace at the age of 20. After President Franz resigned, he began to assist interim President Xie Sha as a confidential secretary.This young man did every job perfectly, and cleverly concealed his ambitions, just like the gentle smile on that handsome face, gradually nibbling away the pieces on his way forward without the slightest aggression, Until the moment of success comes.

"Your Excellency, there is important news from the Royce artificial celestial body."

"Oh, important news?"

Xie Sha pointed to the pair of documents in front of him and said in a mocking voice, "Every piece of paper here is very important, but those damned pigs don't take it seriously at all!"

Liu Xi didn't take Xie Sha's complaint to heart, but just picked up the documents that Xie Sha had swept to the ground, flipped through them casually, and chuckled lightly. No wonder Xie Sha was so angry.

"Your Excellency, although you are in a bad mood, the news sent back by the Royce Celestial Body is indeed very important. It may be closely related to the disappearance of the Fourth Fleet." The ISIS object was obtained from radar images of the military fortress at Khanom, accompanied by a classified report from the celestial commander.After listening to the report of Royce Celestial Commander, Xie Sha's face became even uglier.If some of the speculations in the report are true, the disappearance of the Fourth Fleet may hide deeper secrets.If this was the case, he did not believe that Marshal Helu would allow the group of congressmen to continue to quarrel.

Grabbing the suit jacket draped over the back of the large seat, Xie Sha strode out of the president's office. He didn't intend to endure the group of fighting cocks who would only quarrel all day long.Fuck his democracy and freedom!He wants to make those bastards look good!

Liu Xi scanned the pile of documents as high as a hill, took out two copies at random, checked the contents on them, and walked out after Xie Sha.

It has been three days since the opening ceremony, whether Shang Ping is sitting in the classroom or walking on the campus, he can still feel the strange gaze on himself, glaring at some people in the corner of the classroom annoyedly, following them The cold eyes swept over, and those people turned their heads to one side in embarrassment, as if they finally realized that their whispers or unrealistic guesses had angered Shang Ping.

Professor Trinide continued to torment the boys in the classroom with his unwavering voice on the podium, but most of the people's minds were no longer in this boring class on the history of planetary development. This group of energetic boys almost Unanimously, they focused their gazes on a certain corner of the classroom, to be precise, on Shang Ping who was sitting in the third row and fifth from the right.

Shang Ping broke the light pen in his hand for the second time, and he couldn't bear the curiosity on John's face sitting beside him.

"Shang Ping, you..."

"Shut up!" Shang Ping glared at John, "If you want to ask why Austin South's active luminous body found me at the opening ceremony for no reason, and said that unbelievable thing to me for no reason, I can be very clear I'm telling you, 'Damn it, I don't know!' God knows if that blond fella got his head hit by a falling meteor! God knows why that fella came after me!"

Shang Ping clenched his fists repressedly. If time could be turned back, he would knock out Austin South before he said, "I want to get to know you better."Even if this will attract the hatred of most people in the Madoff Military Academy!It's better than being treated as a diorama now.Look at the eyes of those guys, it seems that overnight, a guy codenamed Shang Ping turned into an unknown celestial body in the universe, attracting the attention of the public.

"Shang Ping, don't you really know? The arrogance of that woman's face is well known. It's a fantasy to come to you like this. What's more, she said that kind of thing..."

"What kind of words?"

Shang Ping's voice didn't change, but John could feel the temperature around him drop another five degrees.He rubbed his arms involuntarily, and swallowed the words "like wanting to pursue you" back into his stomach.

The current Shang Ping is too scary. He has no doubt that if he provokes this black-haired guy, he will be blown off his head by a laser gun in the next moment.

After Professor Trinide announced that get out of class was over, Shang Ping rarely went back to the dormitory or went to attend Professor Kerry's history class, but stopped John.

"What?!" John suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "Did I hear correctly? You want to go to the single fighter training cabin with me?"

"Correct."

Shang Ping loosened his collar, what happened these few days was too weird, he really needed to do something to vent his depression.Otherwise, I'm afraid it will affect his future life.Shang Ping is not a good gentleman who will not get angry when encountering anything. At least, the weird atmosphere and boring rumors pervading the entire academy now make Shang Ping feel uncomfortable, and he really wants to catch those guys who are whispering behind their backs He was beaten up, but he had to restrain himself because of the college's rules that do not allow private fighting.

It's hard.

Shang Ping can finally understand the motives of some poor fellows to kill people, because he also has this impulse now.The target was the guy who was causing all his troubles.

"Ok."

John scratched his head, grabbed Shang Ping's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Good boy! You should have done this a long time ago! Only fighter jets and space battleships are the favorites of Mars boys! Let those history books and culture classes To hell with it!"

Austin South stood at the window, his green eyes could clearly see the two teenagers passing by the window, the tall brown-haired boy was holding the black-haired boy's shoulders, and seemed to be talking about something in high spirits, the black-haired boy just He held the arm of the brunette boy helplessly, as if he felt uncomfortable because of the brunette boy's overly intimate behavior.

Austin watched quietly for a while, and determined that the destination of the two teenagers should be the one-man fighter training cabin in the academy. His white and slender fingers brushed his lips, and he turned and left the classroom.