Major General's Omega is Gorgeous

When Lu Qiao opened her eyes, the room was still groggy.

A soft pillow was stuffed in his arms, and his cheek was leaning against Lance's leg.

Lance was sitting on the bed, with several light screens floating in front of him, messages and emails coming and going, silently.

He looked sideways at Lance's focused expression for a while, then reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, without saying anything, just leaning on it.

Then moved over and kissed.

The indoor lights were brightened by Lance, and the curtains were quietly opened.

Lance hugged him with one arm, and quickly sent out the last few messages with the other. After a few seconds, all the light screens disappeared.

"Not a weekday?"

He nuzzled Lance's side cheek affectionately.

"There's no training this afternoon, it's all meetings."

"Why aren't you in the office?" He leaned into Lance's arms and blinked, "Why are you back so early?"

Lu Qiao knew very well that Lance slept in the military headquarters almost every day, and he almost regarded the military headquarters as another home.Even food, clothing, housing and transportation are all in the military, let alone ordinary jobs.

Meeting in my bedroom at home...for the first time ever.

"It's nothing, I just came back when I could work at home." Lance said seriously.

He narrowed his eyes a little.

"Can't you just say that you miss me?" He didn't hesitate, his slender and white hands moved up, and the overwhelming fragrance of tuberose filled the room.

It's been a long time since I've been in the same room with Lance at home in the afternoon.

In my memory, it seems that when he was buying a wedding room, he happily arranged the garden in the courtyard every day.When the wind picked up in the evening, Lance took him back from the garden and chatted and kissed him on the sofa in the living room.

Sometimes I went to the bedroom after kissing.

as it is now.

"...Yes, I miss you." There were almost no whispers.

The water glass by the bed swayed slightly, and small ripples appeared on the surface of the water.

Lance picked up a water glass to feed him a few sips, carried him to the living room, and placed a small portion of chestnut cake on the coffee table, plus a small bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus brew.

"When you're busy in the future, I'll go to the military headquarters to see you." He slurped his dessert, slurring his words.

"Okay, all the identity information has been entered," Lance naturally took over, "My training room has a private channel for you to verify with biometric information."

In the future, Lu Qiao can directly drive the aircraft into Lance's private training ground and enter the military headquarters without going through the gate of the military headquarters.

He nodded slightly, no doubt, looking as if he was used to such special treatment.

"Why are you still watching Xingbo all of a sudden this afternoon?" Lu Qiao tilted her head and stuck to him, as if asking knowingly, "I haven't seen you watching it before."

You must know that Lance has always adhered to the principle of never paying attention to private news during working hours, and worked vigorously in the military department.Not to mention watching Xingbo, even replying to Lu Qiao's private messages is often delayed - this is because Lu Qiao pays special attention to contacts.Lance is busy on weekdays, but he routinely checks Lu Qiao's message box every noon and night.

As for Lance's Xingbo, heck, it's not just these two recent ones, Lu Qiao sent many dynamic reposts for him in the past.

——After all, Lance often goes on missions with the army, not to mention extra training outside the galaxy. I am afraid that he spends more than 200 days a year on the starship, and it is not uncommon for him to be busy for several weeks without stopping.

At the beginning, Lu Qiao planned all kinds of news reports for Lance, so he even managed Lance's Xingbo together.

From this perspective, it is not wrong to say that Lance's Xingbo account was equivalent to the work account.

But Xingbo is still a social platform after all, and Xingbo accounts are private accounts in the eyes of the public.

The person in charge was replaced, and Lu Qiao could agree, but it was purely a dream to ask him to hand over Lance's Xingbo account as a work account.

He turned on the optical brain, pulled out a light screen, and signaled Lance to look at it.

This is the network record of the Lance optical brain terminal.

It shows that Lance has not logged into Xingbo for several months, and only logged in for 10 minutes this afternoon.I just visited Hana's post.

"Hina sent me an email, saying that I would regret it if I didn't read it," Lance said, and lightly straightened the broken hair on Lu Qiao's forehead, "After I read it... I realized that I missed your heart .”

"Forgive you," he sat directly on Lance's lap, facing Lance, "but it doesn't matter at all, I always thought that you would be my alpha sooner or later."

Lance said nothing, just stared at him intently.

"However, if you miss it, you miss it." Lu Qiao grabbed his collar and pouted slightly, "You can't go back and watch."

After nine years, even if Lu Qiao sang the song at that time to him again, it would not be as youthful and undercurrent as before.

"Then—after the fellowship, you also brought up the round table meeting between the Student Union and the Social Federation?"

"Well, yes, at that time the school documents said that it was necessary to strengthen the student self-management system." He lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes cast a little shadow on his cheeks, "I thought, if we can hold regular round table meetings, the students over there will Maybe the chairman can come over and meet with me every week?"

He drafted the proposal by himself, cleared up all the administrative procedures of the school, and won the approval votes of the majority of the students.

The nobles in the school hold their own identities, and the civilians are all elites with outstanding aptitude who have been selected from thousands of people. They are all young and energetic in their teens. God knows how Lu Qiao persuaded them.

Lance was silent for a moment.

"I didn't know you did so much then."

"It's okay..." Having said that, Lu Qiao still pouted, "You were busy planning the pre-military training, right? You never saw anyone."

On the contrary, Quinn, as a student representative, will regularly attend.

"Yes."

"Hmph, what's the use of saying now—" He puffed his face, "Even if you knew how much I had done for this meeting, you wouldn't have come, would you?"

He knew Lance so well.

When Lance was a student, he had already shown his amazing execution ability when he was in the military.

At that time, Lance was busy with the military academy, so he would definitely go all out and not be distracted by other things.

What's more, they weren't lovers at that time, at most they were classmates with a little acquaintance.

Lance said nothing.

Default.

"So then I asked you to be my tutor." He stomped on Lance's firm abs and snorted, "Anyway, your theory class also includes these."

And the reward Lu Qiao gave was the right to use Percy's personal training room.

Then Lance would study with him in the small classroom three or four nights a week.

Lu Qiao occasionally came over with a small box of special nutritional supplements, saying it was a thank you gift for Lance.

"At that time, I thought it would be good to just prepare the content taught by the noble department." Following Lu Qiao's memory, Lance couldn't help laughing.

"That stuff is just common sense." Lu Qiao followed him to almost finish all the mechanical theory courses included in the military school's pre-requisites.

"Yes... Qiao Qiao is so smart." Lance saw Lu Qiao getting closer and closer, so he put his arms around his back and kissed him deeply.

After the kiss, Lance was still staring at him.

"Don't look at me like that," Lu Qiao said after staring at each other for a long time, "You don't have to feel guilty, I didn't do all this for you."

In high school, the nobles in the inner circle of the imperial capital were basically together.

The struggle for power in the aristocratic circle will not disappear just because they are underage students. On the contrary, everyone is still young and vigorous, and sometimes various disputes are more direct.

And as Percy's direct descendant, he would do his part on all relevant occasions.

There will always be people who will say that Lu Qiao's student union president was only elected because of the name of the Percy family... Of course, only an irrefutable excellent job can shut them up.

He was born with no lack of the right to speak, and he wanted to transform the right to speak into a reputation that only belonged to him.

——This is an issue he has been exposed to since he was a child. It comes from the two alphas in his family, who have been influenced by his ears and eyes, and taught by precepts and deeds.

The student union is very small, but there are many families involved.

And he is like a duck to water.

After the first term, his subsequent appointments were all unanimous.

Lance still looked bored.

"Bit sad."

He put his arms around Lu Qiao, not knowing what he was talking about.

The person in his arms smiled lightly.

"The only thing you need to regret is that you loved me too late."

"However, if you make up for me in the future, I will forgive you."

The two hugged each other for a long time.

"Okay, you have night training tonight, go quickly—" Lu Qiao pulled out the schedule in Lance Guang's mind to take a look, seeing that the time was almost up, she shouted to chase people away.

On the contrary, Lance, who has always acted decisively and quickly, hesitated to speak when Lu Qiao was buttoning him.

After being pushed out of the door by him, Lance was even slower to start the aircraft.

Lu Qiao returned to the sofa and slowly finished the wine dessert that Lance gave him.

After being sticky with Lance all afternoon, he finally took the time to turn on the optical brain.

Anthony sent a message: "Quinn posted a new update, and Mr. Bunia seems to be following closely, intending to fish in troubled waters on Starnet's public opinion."

"Let him do it," he sneered, "Bunia only has the ability to talk."

He clicked on Quinn's homepage.

Quite simply, a clean job record.

[Assist in the investigation of starship mecha maintenance, and finally complete the task~]

The picture shows rows of mech ships, one for each model.

After so long of fermenting online comments, he still looks like he is working diligently, as if nothing happened.

The comment section also seems to be in harmony.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"hug."

"Kuin should pay attention to rest~ work in moderation~"

Lu Qiao was not in a hurry, just waited.

At night, a layer of comments was quietly pushed up.

"I want to say something with the lid on the pot... Take this as a lesson, if you have someone you can't ask for, just let it go... Nothing else, it's not worth it for my family Quinn. Quinn is an Omega It took a lot of hardships to get to where I am today. Anyone who cares about him understands it, so I won’t say more. But... when you are hinted at by the yin and yang of your sweetheart’s nominal partner, and you are attacked by all the people who don’t know the past When he was in a storm, he was still silently inspecting the ships and mechs before he left... It’s true, it hurts, it’s not worth it. I think you deserve better.”

In the screenshot, one of the mechas in Quinn's animation has the words "Blue Bridge" impressively engraved on the side.

The author has something to say: Joe, a student engaged in business, is shining so dazzlingly~