Fatty Big Future [Interstellar]

Tang Yuanjun didn't know when he fell asleep. In his dream, he returned to the earth and became that ugly little fat man in the laboratory again.The military department asked him to go to the grassroots troops to teach everyone how to use a new type of equipment. When he went down, he felt very isolated and helpless among a group of tall and passionate officers.

One thing he has always hated about himself is weakness.Because of being fat, he always feels inferior. Every time he stands among those handsome guys, he feels ashamed.He originally thought that he would be better after finally transforming, but when it came to this crucial final battle, he still chose to back down and escape.

Amphora is going all out now, as are all the soldiers in the army, but he is hiding in a spaceship in space, eating, drinking, playing games every day, pretending to be an ostrich, and ignoring the outside world.

Tang Yuanjun felt very frustrated, even in his dream, he felt that there was a big stone in his heart.Between self-blame and guilt, he thought, if Amphora hadn't chosen him to take over Rice, how he wished he was just a soldier sitting in a mech, pure and sharp, as a knife, Not the one with the knife.

Tang Yuanjun suddenly realized that weakness is something that is implanted in the bone marrow. If he has not taken this step, no matter how glamorous his appearance becomes, no matter how amazing his talent is to the world, he is still a weak person in his bones. people.

He slowly opened his eyes from the dream, and calmly stared at the silver-gray metal walls of the conference room.The metallic feeling around him brought him back to the time when he just came to the Shuojin galaxy, woke up from the capsule, and saw Amphora for the first time—the man with blue eyes as deep as the ocean.

The sudden vibration of the terminal brought Tang Yuanjun back to his senses for a moment. He picked up the terminal, and Amphora's name flashed on the screen. Biting his lip, he finally picked it up.

"Hello." His voice was low.

Amphora's voice sounded a little low today, but it wasn't the kind full of negative energy, but there was an inexplicable hoarse magnetism: "What are you doing?"

"I... I just woke up and I'm in a daze."

"Oh."

Both people on the phone were embarrassed, and after ten seconds of silence passed, just when Tang Yuanjun was suffering to the point of collapse and wanted to hang up the phone, An Feila on the other end cleared her throat and asked, "Are you Didn’t you misunderstand? I heard, what terrible natural disaster do you think I want to create?”

The strings in Tang Yuanjun's heart suddenly tightened. He didn't expect that it was Charles who told Amphora all this. A sense of embarrassment that his parents had seen through his little trick immediately surrounded him, leaving him speechless.

"It's not." An Feila sighed: "Hey, you think me too dirty. Not only is Chaxuan ill-prepared for this war, but he is also eager for quick success. The morale of Rice's army is very impetuous, and it is impossible to win. Yes. My original plan was to prolong the war as long as possible. If he lacks armaments, he will borrow civilian funds, so that the people will be even more resentful. It is just for you to give some life to the collapsed family friendship dragged down by taxes in Rice. Materials, just publish a statement that the war has nothing to do with the people."

Tang Yuanjun jumped off the bed when he heard the words, he couldn't believe it: "That's it?"

"Otherwise what else?" An Feila smiled helplessly: "My heart is also made of flesh. It was only a few years earlier and a few years later to win Rice. Why would I bother to commit crimes in order to fight for these few years?"

Tang Yuanjun was speechless.

"So, reconciliation?" An Feila asked a little uncertainly: "Are you getting angry with me just because of this?"

Tang Yuanjun lowered his head and hummed reluctantly.

"Is that reconciliation?"

"Ah."

"Very good." An Feila finally smiled happily: "That's good, I still have a lot of things to do here, and I can make this call to you, but countless generals will stare at you. Lieutenant Colonel Tang Yuanjun, you must Just put more trust in your future husband."

"Well, I'll try my best."

"Then goodbye?"

"Bye-Bye."

Tang Yuanjun put down the terminal, the room was still quiet, but he suddenly felt that the big rock in his heart disappeared, and his whole body was so relaxed that he could float up.He turned over a few times on the makeshift bed, then took out the beeper and called Charles—"Take me back to Rice."

Charles immediately replied - "Okay, ready to return."

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On the seventh day of the war, Rice's army and Allah's army have fallen into a stalemate. Many media outlets in Rice have speculated that Allah has hidden strength. According to pre-war estimates, Allah should have at least double the current strength. .However, no matter how Rice's satellites scouted, they couldn't find the huge army that was hiding.

And on this day, Tang Yuanjun, who had already held memorial services in both the capital of Allah and the capital of Rice, suddenly took the initiative to make an appointment for a media announcement.

——It is said that when the editor-in-chief received a call from Tang Yuanjun himself, he was so pleasantly surprised that he almost jumped out of his chair.

"I hope that the last announcement can be made. There is no need to specially arrange the studio or schedule. As long as I can show my face in front of the TV during the commercial time, let everyone know that I am still alive."

The editor-in-chief rubbed his hands excitedly: "No, no, no problem! There must be studios! There must be prime time! You don't have to worry about anything, come when you like, and I'll do whatever is convenient for you!"

Tang Yuanjun tried hard to digest this sentence, and then agreed: "Okay, I will rush there between seven and eight tonight, don't worry about it."

"No fee no fee! Thank you for choosing our home among many media!"

"Yeah." Tang Yuanjun hung up the phone, then curled his lips speechlessly at the mushroom sauce and sugar packets with a smirk on his face: "Is it really necessary to do this? It's fine if I post a clarification on the Internet. A video."

"This is called a demonstration, idol." Mushroom Sauce turned on the gossip radar: "If you show your face, I will immediately personally write a post for you to slap Chaxuan in the face, and I promise to have sex."

Tang Bao also raised his hand excitedly: "I will create a program, and then everyone's terminals will be cut into the live broadcast of this program simultaneously, and they can't watch it or not!"

Tang Yuanjun calmly raised his eyelids and glanced at the excited Tangbao: "Tangbao, you have learned from Kexin."

Mushroom Sauce: "..."

Tangbao shyly glanced at the collapsed friend beside him.

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At 19:40 in the evening, every pedestrian walking on the street, the office workers who just got off work and squeezed into public transportation, and those who were eating ice cream and watching TV at home...all the electronic devices with screens at their hands and around them The equipment was switched to a news TV station at once. Just when everyone was in a state of confusion and didn't know what was going on, the host's excited voice came out.

"Today! We received an exciting call! First of all, Rice Intercontinental TV would like to express its heartfelt thanks to the caller, thanking him for choosing us among thousands of media and giving us an exclusive broadcasting opportunity ..."

Thousands of miles away, Cha Xuan, who was disturbed by the military situation and was extremely irritable, threw the coffee can in his hand into the trash can, pointed to the screen that was suddenly interrupted by some inexplicable signal interference, and shouted: "Technician, deal with it! something messed up..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened wider than quail eggs.

Because on the screen, the overly lively host moved away from the camera, revealing a dark-haired young man in Allah's military uniform sitting behind him.

That Tang Yuanjun who should have been bombed into scum.

Chaxuan's head thumped, he really couldn't understand how this slender-looking boy had the same annoying vitality as the unbeatable Xiaoqiang.At this time, the technician said from the channel of the main control room: "Sorry, Wang, the other party has made a forced viral signal interference. We are working hard to fix it, but you have to endure it for at least 5 minutes."

Five minutes was enough for Tang Yuanjun to drive Chaxuan to death.

Cha Xuan had no choice but to tightly clenched his fists, resisting the urge to smash the screen violently, and looked at Tang Yuanjun on the screen with a calm expression on his face.

The host had already handed over the microphone to Tang Yuanjun, and Tang Yuanjun took it over with a blank face, without warm greetings, he said directly: "Hello everyone, I am Tang Yuanjun, Lieutenant Colonel of the Allah Empire. I have experienced many things in the past few days, The assassination on the set, and the subsequent disappearance, I believe everyone knows that these are the ghosts of the royal family of Rice Chaxuan. The specific evidence will be presented to you in the relevant reports later, and it will take up 2 minutes of your time today. I just wanted to make a statement."

He paused when he said this, his dark eyes seemed to be able to meet Chaxuan through the screen, and he said slowly: "I have always reserved my opinion on the war between Allah and Rice. I don’t like war, and I don’t agree with annexation. However, whether it’s in Allah or in Rice, I finally couldn’t bear the assassination again and again. On behalf of myself, I formally declare war on the royal family of Chaxuan. From now on, I will not Expressing reservations about the war in any parliament does not guarantee that I will refuse the invitation from the Majesty of Allah to join the war. But one thing is certain, I will never hurt the innocent people of Rice, I hope everyone will do To be at peace in my heart, I can still live my life well in the war.”

After Tang Yuanjun finished speaking, he stood up and left the camera. The excited host occupied the screen again, and began to express his praises to Tang Yuanjun's heroism. At this time, the screen suddenly flickered and changed back to the previous map page.

"King, it's fixed!"

Cha Xuan didn't speak, he leaned back slowly on his swivel chair, the golden eyes were not only angry, but also a deep sense of powerlessness.

Even though none of his subordinates said it clearly, he knew that if Tang Yuanjun returned, he would definitely lose.