"Good afternoon, lads. I'm here to say congratulations. Congratulations on not being eliminated." Freeman stood on the high platform, facing hundreds of five-year students in the joint combat department who had been trained with red eyes, grinning happily Like the sun in spring, "Under my wise leadership, you have gained a lot in the past three weeks, and the next is the exciting time of testing! I announce that the final assessment topic of the fifth-year Joint Operations Department of the Third Military Academy is 'Rescue' , and your rescue target is a three-year-old..."

After Freeman explained the assessment rules in detail, the students in the audience who dared not speak up exploded, and the discussion was full of voices.

"Fuck, I knew the devil Freeman wouldn't let us go easily." Morey groaned, his face greener than the spinach he ate at noon today, "It's fine to bring a rookie, but it's the most difficult rescue mission, who knows Will those rookies be eliminated from the beginning?"

"Not at all." Victor's expression was flat, as if it would not change at any time. Morey admired his indifferent face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Remembering the training ground just now, he couldn't help complaining, "You treat your little roommate too. Is that so?"

"Hmm." Xio doesn't have as many things as you.

Morey was completely speechless, thinking that it's no wonder something is wrong with you.

Victor is similar to Sugar, and is also a special recruit. He has served as a volunteer for a year longer than Sugar, but he is not on the frontal battlefield.

The excellent performance of the two previous investigation missions made him be recruited by the intelligence department one after another. He went to the buffer zone and other countries to perform secret missions and completed them well. It is nearly half shorter than the average student.

"Part-time students" like them who often go on missions, not to mention the third grade, the fifth grade and even the graduating class reserves are hard to compare with, so the students of the military academy will not be as good as Morey said. Only relatively speaking.

The six-year education of the three colleges does not mean studying in the classroom for six years in one breath. Except for special students, all students in the school take one year of theory courses, one year of military practice, follow the army in the combat department, do logistics in literature and history research, or enter the corresponding department. They adapt to the rhythm of the troops and prevent the emergence of waste wood with high scores and low energy.

Huge is in the third grade this year, and he will participate in an internship next year when he is promoted to the fourth grade.

"...all the third grade students, regardless of major, gather at the gate of the school at [-] o'clock on Monday morning, cherish the last weekend, little cuties." The students in the Zhou Hell training camp shuddered, and had a faint premonition that something bad was going to happen.

Except Sugar.

During the assessment, he went smoothly all the way, and with all his strength, he climbed up the rope a few times, and when he was proud, he sneaked away to stand on the iron frame more than three meters high and looked into the distance. Seeing the white hat standing in the same place as promised, he seemed to have confidence in his heart .

This sneaky "look around" lasted until the last obstacle, the single-plank bridge. The palm-width plank could easily fall if you were not careful. Huge didn't dare to glance around, but when he crossed the finish line, he turned around and looked for Victor. shadow.

Second time!

Last time, the craft building was like this, and when it was three or four steps away, he turned his face and said no. Huge found that he really didn't like the feeling of his good roommate disappearing inexplicably, so he was a little depressed. Even if he successfully passed the physical fitness test, he couldn't be happy. I didn't listen to a single word the instructor said before leaving.

"Leobert." The young genius Thomson, with his curly hair on his head, mysteriously took Hugh to a place where there were no bugs and said, "Miller has already left, don't look at it."

As expected of a little genius who is a business-savvy worm, which pot can’t be opened and which pot can’t be lifted, Huge is depressed. Hearing Victor’s name at first, he glared at him angrily, thinking that his good roommate is dressed like an intelligence worker , I can't even recognize it, how can you recognize it?

Thomson couldn't appreciate the gloom surrounding Sugar at all, but was delighted to receive the attention.

After all, he is a male worm. The awakened normal male worms can use their mental power to detect the surroundings. It is impossible to eavesdrop on the conversation like a bug. There are a few worms within the sensing range. It is no problem. Just now Victor recognized him as soon as he approached. .

Don’t ask Thomson why he found Victor approaching Sugar, it’s just a coincidence. He “coincidentally” saw that Sugar was not good at climbing ropes, and “coincidentally” knew some tricks. In fact, Thomson came earlier, but he hesitated for too long and was overtaken by Victor , ended up in the end of a crowd.

All in all, Thomson never admitted that he came here to encourage Sugar on purpose.

Damn, is it really tall? !

I, I can lift Leobert up too!

Thinking of this, Thomson felt confident, and opened the record book marked with a black star in his head and said to Sugar: "Miller has received 32 love letters, 420 three bouquets of flowers, in front of the wardrobe for five years. At most, more than 800 pieces of chocolate were piled up at one time, and 360 males and 220 four females confessed to him, but they were rejected without exception because they were not considered for the time being.”

"so what?"

Sugar's mouth twitched. This Thomson was probably stupid in training. He didn't study mathematics well and engage in such messy things. How did he find out that his good roommate received more than 1000 love letters, bouquets and chocolates, and gossip on the forums? Not so detailed.

I have lived with Victor for several months and haven’t seen a bouquet. I ate two chocolate bars. The specific harvesting process is unknown, but he gave it to me, and I didn’t keep it for myself. My good roommate doesn’t eat snacks or snacks. focus.

"Uh..." The number that he thought was shocking was reported. Thomson felt that even if Huge was not disappointed, he must be in a negative mood. Unexpectedly, the other party did not respond at all. .

Thomson was awed, and immediately turned to the next page and began to take the medicine: "According to incomplete statistics, Miller spends 56% of his time on the training ground, 23% on the shooting range, 15% in the gym, 6% in the canteen and In the dormitory, this kind of time allocation shows that she is a career-minded female. Although high-intensity training can keep her body in peak condition and keep up with the rhythm of the troops, everything has two sides. Excessive participation in military operations will cause personality distortion, such as Strong control, such as violent tendencies, such as suspicious, and he spends so much time training, lacks time to enjoy life, romantic cells are about zero, it is difficult to communicate, and the possibility of having a common language with you is less than 10%."

Mouth!My good roommate is the best roommate in the empire, not one of them, you know what a fool!

I know more about his work and rest schedule than you. In addition to the above places, my good roommate also goes to the library, goes to off-campus training grounds, and leaves school to go home on weekends.

Although Victor is indeed a bit cold, not talkative and chatting to death, I have never seen him smile after living in such a long time, but there is absolutely no need to pick his personality and worms, he is considerate, warm-hearted and sensible, and there is no worm who communicates better than him in the Third Hospital up!

And who told you we don't have a common language?The last time we had a good chat in the library, it's a pity that my good roommate had to leave at three o'clock, otherwise we could have chatted until the door closed.

Sugar, who was already depressed, was throbbed by Thomson's random combination of punches. He experienced the feeling of high blood pressure in the elderly at a young age. He raised his hand to press the bulging blood vessel and asked Thomson: "What are you doing?" What exactly do you want to say?"

Thomson closed the black star record book, opened another one marked with a red heart, took a deep breath to suppress his excitement, and cleared his face every word: "Leobert, you and your time are very different. It is precious, rather than wasting it on Miller who has no common language, why not..." Thomson couldn't help his heart beating faster, the tip of his ears turned red, and he couldn't speak clearly. He lowered his head in a panic, "Come on, last week Nanguo announced the latest and latest research results of space cracks, you said before that the movement of space particles..."

Sugar didn't hear the latter words at all, and his thoughts were all focused on the words "wasted on Miller".

The widely-recognized powerful analysis ability can be successfully decoded even if he is as arrogant as Thomson. He went around a lot and exhausted all kinds of data. Doesn’t the meaning behind the words mean that I like Victor?

There was a flash of lightning in his mind, and his thoughts became much clearer. Sugar carefully recalled the last two disordered heartbeats:

The roof is not counted, there is no special feeling in poor condition that day, yesterday's accident and the intimate hand-in-hand just now seem to have brought a little bit of excitement, so thinking about it makes sense for the strange feeling of boredom in my heart.

So I like Victor.

Huge couldn't tell when the budding seed was planted, and it didn't matter, he knew that he didn't reject this seed that had just cracked a crack, anyway, good roommates can do magic!

The little male is in high spirits, his hands are no longer hurting, his legs are no longer sore, his dark eyes are very bright, turning slightly, the brilliance is like a dream, and he ran back to the dormitory with a happy mood - to eat~

On the other side, Thomson, a young genius who "boldly confesses", is immersed in his own world: "The discontinuous discrete points obtained by the limit formula for spatial stability can be modeled using the Θ theorem. I contacted the Department of Electronic Engineering yesterday. Next week Are we together... Leobert?"

There was nothing around.

After clarifying his mind, Huger looked at Victor suddenly differently: the broad shoulders, the long legs, the ordinary white shirt can wear the texture of an evening dress, the eyebrows are straight, the facial features are deep, and there are sporadic spots on the high bridge of the nose. A few little freckles are so cute.

Especially those gray eyes, which are as transparent as diamonds.

Sugar has no love for diamonds, no matter how expensive the store is or how many bugs are sought after, diamonds are just a pile of carbon elements from a chemical point of view, but Victor's eyes are different, every time the light and clear silver gray reflects himself, It was as if Sugar had fallen into a diamond mine, diamonds were everywhere in all directions, sparkling into the bottom of his heart.

If a worm asks Sugar "How to become the richest worm in Blue Star"?

He will definitely answer: It's very simple, you don't need a ten-figure deposit, you don't need to own a lot of property, just a look is enough.

But there is no best of both worlds in the world, and the star goddess is fair.

Huge Guang was so happy with the little secret that he completely forgot or didn't know that the third grade was assessed uniformly regardless of major, so he was naturally picked out from the pile of students by the sharp-eyed bamboo horse Ethan.

"Hugh! Why are you here!?"

At first Ethan thought he was dazzled, but he didn't expect it to be Sugar!

The surprise in his heart could not be described in words. He rushed forward and grabbed Sugar in two steps in three steps at a time. His joy and surprise were beyond words.

Compared to the excited Ethan, Sugar was only surprised but not happy.

Chongdan experienced the feeling of heartbeat for the first time in 21 years of being single, but he was so happy that he forgot about Ethan!

However, when he was caught, he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to, so Huger had no choice but to tell the whole story. By the way, he dumped the blame for pretending to be a female to his grandfather.

Well, the little male worm doesn't plan to have a showdown with his good roommate for the time being.

First of all, feelings are one-sided, and he is not sure whether his good roommate is like him. If he doesn’t feel the same, a showdown is tantamount to finding shit. Think about the three-centimeter-thick wooden plank, think about the fear of domination by hanging a flagpole, he is still a female insect!

Secondly, Sugar has concerns. He knows his own affairs, and his future cannot be guaranteed. How can he take care of Victor?

Feelings are the basis, but it is irresponsible to ignore the vague feelings produced by hormones alone, and not to consider the future.

It's good to maintain the status quo, but it would be even better if we could find a chance to convince Ethan.

Ethan has a lot of things he wants to say to Sugar, but unfortunately time does not permit, the devil instructor Freeman grabs the frame of the car with one hand, flips up the roof and shouts to all the students: "Now go to the car you were sitting in when you came here!" Get your backpack and electronic wristband, follow the signs to enter the training ground, and I will wait for you to come back here."

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"The Days of Being Forced to Become a Heartthrob" Xing Zhichu



Jiang Jinjing transmigrated into the Neptune Shou in a newspaper article.

The original owner was a terrifying man, not only made the world's bosses fascinated by him, but also made them willingly believe that he was his only one.

And the original owner's boyfriends are even more terrifying, all of them are mentally ill. As long as the original owner dares to break up, they dare to blackmail the original owner on the spot and die for love.

Poor Jiang Zhenjing, a young man with good roots, was forced to pretend to be a green tea little white flower of the same style as the original owner in order to survive, and was forced to start the life of a sea king who was a sea king, and learned to have wet eyes and want to talk. shy -

Forbes No. [-] CEO: I can buy you the whole earth.

Jiang Jinjing lowered his head shyly: "Brother is amazing!"

Hot and popular idol: All my cheers are shared with you.

Jiang Jinjing held his face shyly: "Oh my god, brother, I'm so honored!"

The leader of the scientific research community: I created a star for you.

Jiang Jinjing blinked shyly: "Then brother will also be careful with me?"

……

Jiang Jinjing: I feel disgusted by myself every day, it's really tiring to be the sea king who is a heartthrob.

two

Fortunately, in this world, there is still a normal person named Ren Furong, whose exact performance is:

He didn't like Jiang Jinjing at all.

Jiang Zhenjing was very satisfied with this.

Until many years later, those big bosses who had been entangled with Jiang Zhenjing all knelt in front of Jiang Zhenjing and cried bitterly: "I'm sorry Brother Jiang! We dare not miss you anymore!"

Ren Furong behind them, smiling like a flower, is as bright as spring:

"From now on, I can monopolize you."

Jiang Jinjing: You agreed not to like me QAQ!big liar!

【small theater】

After being hit, the suitors hid their faces and ran away, but Ren Furong kept going around Jiang Jinjing, and tried every means to live in Jiang Jinjing's house, working as a full-time nanny for Jiang Jinjing.

Ren Furong took care of Jiang Zhenjing in all directions without dead ends, and even threatened that his dream was to train Jiang Zhenjing into a little waste who could not do without him.

Jiang Jinjing was speechless: "You know there are many people chasing me, right?"

Ren Furong nodded: "I know!"

"Then you know that you also have little hope?"

"Know!"

"Then why don't you give up?"

Ren Furong's eyes sparkled: "Because I love you!"

Jiang Zhenjing looked at Ren Furong's fanatical eyes looking at him, and was so shocked that he almost burned his hand with soot.

Ren Furong took his hand distressedly, wiped off the soot on it for him, and kissed the red marks on his fingertips.

Jiang Jinjing looked at his slender eyelashes when he lowered his head, and couldn't help covering his crazily beating heart with his other hand:

Too bad, why is he more difficult to deal with than the Shura field.

——Do you know what fanaticism is?It's hysterical, bone-deep...it's up to you.

CP: Pretend to be a green tea heartthrob X white cut black boss Shou

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