Fatty Big Future [Interstellar]

At the moment after the game ended, all the lights in the arena were suddenly extinguished, and they fell into darkness.However, in the next second, the closed cabin Kerala above the head opened, and the crowds of auditorium outside came into view. The instant strong sense of return made people feel refreshed.

The live broadcast screen has never been turned off, and now it is transferring the image of the Oreo's cabin to the main screen.Tang Yuanjun's expression was very calm at the moment, he did not come out in a hurry, but first opened the main control program board, typed a series of very long sentences on the keyboard, and called up a program that looked like a system self-inspection, click to start the system Automatic repair.

Even though the broken leg had already caused great damage to the Oreo, he still wanted to recover as much as possible.At least, don't let the damaged lines spread all the way to other core program areas.

This calmness made him look like a king even more.

Two minutes later, Tang Yuanjun came out of the Oreo. The young man's face was still indifferent. There was not much joy of victory, but there was no artificiality that was deliberately concealed.After he came out, he shook Cortez's hand first, and said very sincerely: "I'm really sorry, this is the only way I can think of. I'm afraid your mecha will be completely returned to the metal factory."

Cortez was killed embarrassingly, cut in half and then stabbed from the bottom. Originally, he planned to go out by himself, but he didn't expect the champion to apologize.If it were someone else, it might be annoying, but Tang Yuanjun would not, probably because those black glasses are too calm and sincere, or maybe this person is really too powerful, making people feel that he is not hypocritical at all. necessary.

So Cortez waved his hands in embarrassment, and quickly said that you are welcome, this is all reasonable.

Tang Yuanjun didn't worry about it anymore, he let go of his hand naturally after a smile, and then followed the schedule organizing committee to the podium.

The podium is on the spire of the center building of the arena, and the height of the ground is a full hundred meters.At this point, the Allah people did not use their advanced and safe subsonic elevators, but adopted a very old and traditional open lift platform to slowly lift people up from the ground.

Tang Yuanjun stood on the golden lifting platform which was not spacious and didn't even have a fence around it. He looked up at the spire that was almost touching the clouds, and was a little scared for a moment.He instinctively shrunk his shoulders and took a step back, but unexpectedly, he bumped into a firm embrace.

At some point, An Feila had already changed into his white and gold formal attire.This set of clothes would only be used during the most grand meeting of the empire, and Amphora has only worn it three times since taking over the throne.

Against the backdrop of the gorgeous dress, those azure blue eyes became more clear and deep.There was the most gentle smile in the world in the blue eyes, and then Tang Yuanjun felt that Anfeila inserted|inserted|inserted five fingers|fingers between his fingers, the familiar cool feeling, but today it seemed more reliable.

He froze for half a second, and then he and he held each other tightly.

The camera gave this little action a close-up, and the audience burst into applause.

The lifting platform began to rise slowly. After ten meters, the surrounding field of vision is already very wide. After 20 meters, if you don’t lower your head, you will no longer be able to see the audience. After 30 meters, a slight sense of dizziness has struck.

The sky above this venue, which accommodates tens of thousands of people, is so empty, the wind is cool, and the air is very fresh.

An Fei tightened her fingers and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid."

Tang Yuanjun raised his head and looked at him, he just smiled: "I will take you to the top of Allah's highest tower, and announce to everyone that you will stand here with me in the future, guarding this mountain and river, looking down upon the world."

Tang Yuanjun was silent when he heard the words, An Feila looked at the flickering emotions in those black eyes, and asked with a low smile: "Moved?"

Tang Yuanjun glanced at him, then lowered his head, looked at his dress and said, "So, you dress yourself up so well, so you let me wear this?"

"..."

Indeed, Tang Yuanjun is wearing a pure black tight-fitting one-piece combat uniform. Although he is in very good shape now, this suit can also show his temperament.But... Sweat has already wet his hair, and the back of his clothes is also wet. What's worse is the left side of the waist. Because the mecha fell just now, a metal handle was scratched there, and a piece of cloth has fallen off.

Tang Yuanjun looked serious: "Scheming bitch, do you think it's really appropriate for you to do this?"

An Feila looked at him with a face of "I don't believe in evil", and regardless of the cruise camera flying around the two of them, she made a pinching gesture with her hands and asked, "Damn, you are a little bit touched. None?"

Tang Yuanjun raised the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly, touched his exposed skin, and said, "The wind is leaking from the waist here, and you are dressed like an idiot, why do you want to go to the top of the highest tower in Allah to be worshiped by all the people?" , You wouldn’t be moved if it was you.”

Amphora: "..."

At the same time, he was puzzled and talked aggressively, what is this deity's fancy for this fat man.

So a very funny scene appeared on the screen. The affectionate painting style of the prince who was just now suddenly changed, one sneered and hugged his shoulders, the other turned his head angrily, and the distance between the two was two fists.

Ai Rui, who was always connected to the internal earphone with Tang Yuanjun and was lucky enough to listen to the whole process, was about to cry drunk.

Therefore, when the ruler of Allah ascended to the highest spire in Allah with his final destined battle, they stepped forward together, facing the cruise camera, and delivered the following speech——

An Feila: "Since the result of the competition is like this, this deity has nothing to say. Regardless of whether he is a good-tempered partner or not, I hope he will be a competent fighter."

Tang Yuanjun: "The competition is finally over. In fact, I think the design of the competition schedule is a bit too long, but considering the IQ of the core designer of this selection, I will not say much. What is the so-called side by side with the so-called leader?" Yes, it’s not that I can’t accept it, but please give me a full set of clothes, the chairman of the competition organizing committee. It’s a little cold on the top, and the wind is blowing.”

Al in the monitoring office was also drunk and crying.

At such an exciting moment, the style of painting suddenly changed to this - tonight, all the people in the entire Anla planet are also drunk.

Even the cruise camera that always surrounded Anfeila and Tang Yuanjun in 360 degrees turned back in boredom at the end.However, when the only small machine that could convey the expressions of the two of them to the world just flew away sadly, the two people who had been facing each other with cold faces suddenly turned their heads blankly at the same time, looked at each other, and then looked away from each other blushing.

It's a pity that no one is lucky enough to see such an explosive scene.

The people of Allah, who should have been dazzled by this loving gaze, will put aside all their work tonight, huddle in small bars in the streets, get themselves drunk with alcohol, and tell themselves—it’s okay!It doesn't matter if Wang and Wang's men are not in love!Peace be upon Allah!We only need the strong!We don't care if there is love or not!

Then secretly wiped away tears with alcohol.

Tang Yuanjun returned to the dormitory where he had not been back for several nights, opened the windows to ventilate, washed all the dirty clothes and dried them, went to the supermarket to buy fruit juice and milk to fill the refrigerator, and finally took a relaxing bath in hot water Taking a bath, but when he came out wrapped in a big bath towel, he still felt restless.

The air conditioner in the room has long been set to the most comfortable temperature and humidity, the sofa is still very soft, and the big bed is still full of happiness, but he is still restless.

So Tang Yuanjun took out the piece of chocolate that Amphora had stuffed for him from the trash can, unpacked it and ate it. While lamenting the sin of eating chocolate late at night in his heart, he still felt that he was too impetuous.

He finally couldn't help but opened the terminal and clicked on the text message dialog box between him and Amphora. However, he had just clicked the cursor, and before he typed a word, an additional text message suddenly appeared in the dialog box.

"The air leaks from the clothes, didn't you catch a cold?"

As words sent from the Amphora terminal, this is definitely not cheap enough.However, Tang Yuanjun didn't question much, his face was a little red across two screens and thousands of miles away.

"Well, I don't have a cold. Have you gone back to the consulate?"

—— "Well, you went back to the dormitory?"

--"Ok."

Then the two of them stopped talking, but neither of them put down the terminal, they just smirked awkwardly and flutteringly from both sides of the screen from a distance.

After a long time, An Feila asked again: "What are you thinking?"

Tang Yuanjun typed the word "you" almost in seconds, then thought about it, gritted his teeth and deleted it, and changed it to—"I was thinking about the Pioneer that I completely destroyed today. I heard that Cortes is not a rich man. I want to compensate him for his loss."

On the other end of the terminal, Amphora seemed a little disappointed when she saw such a reply.He comforted himself thinking: Maybe the fat man is still too shy to say those soft words.

So he had no choice but to answer seriously: "Yes, pay for it, you have money now."

Tang Yuanjun: "?"

"Don't you know? The champion of the exquisite trial has an eight-figure bonus, which should have already entered your account."

After An Feila sent this sentence, she went to the bathroom, and when she came out again, she found that Tang Yuanjun didn't answer.

"Fatty?"—he tried to tap him again.

Still no answer.

So the stupid Amphora sat on the edge of the bed with her terminal in her arms and waited. She didn't look like an interstellar leader at all, but rather like a silly boy who fell in love with her first time.

He waited for more than half an hour, and finally couldn't wait any longer. He thought that the little fat man fell asleep holding his phone because he was too tired from the game, so he also quit the text message page and decided to sleep.

Before going to sleep, An Feila checked Tang Yuanjun's personal homepage with his hands - he didn't expect to see new content, but the terminal made a "ding dong", which meant that he really did.

23：44分——“天啦噜！我才知道我现在竟然有1000万！1000万啊1000万！1000万啊1000万！靠老子是有钱人！！！！啥也不说了，这就出门花天酒地！一个有钱有腰有青春のboy，还有什么理由不奢靡？”

Amphora: "..."