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☆, the fifth fragment

2. Everyday: from an ordinary day

"Senior Highfield! I like you!"

"Eh……"

"..."

Lavelle showed a come-again expression.He turned his head and rolled his eyes.

"Uh...that...sorry..."

"Senior..."

Lavelle impatiently asked the people behind to use the moving boxes first, and started to line up from the end of the line.They didn't pay any attention to the stubborn, nervous and at a loss student and Highfield, who was making false claims with him.Although it was not very kind, Lavel laughed mockingly when he saw the eyes and whispers of the people passing by them who pretended not to be looking at them.

Lavelle, who had already seen the charm of Highfield (personality?) already knew it after three months of the second grade.

But this time, it seemed that 3 minutes couldn't solve the problem—he was a particularly difficult kid, with a brainless enthusiasm and no EQ at all, even a veteran like Highfield would have a headache.Lavelle intends to leave first. Although credits will not be deducted for being late for training (that is, additional physical training will be given by the instructor), but rather than wasting time on the meaningless and boring gossip, Lavelle would rather overhaul the mech a few more times to Find out what can be improved.

Lavelle wanted to say hello to Highfield first, but the other party said it was just right, Lavelle, do you have anything to say?

Finally, Lavelle rolled his eyes where the two men could see.

"Don't delay training when you're in a relationship." Lavelle said, "I have no other opinions other than this. I'm leaving first, so don't be late for training."

When he turned to leave, he pretended not to see the helpless expression on Highfield's face.

Kurdening's mecha training site is in Area R, and it takes about an hour to walk from Area W where the dormitory is located.Although it only takes 10 minutes to use the mobile box, the mobile box is still obviously insufficient during peak hours.

Ten minutes later, Highfield came to the training room on time.Lavelle was sitting cross-legged on the ground to adjust the data, and the long wire was connected to the red mech behind him.

"Good morning, Wind Rose."

Highfield greeted the mecha.

Every participating team in the league has its own training room, and no one will know about Highfield's weird behavior—even Lavelle, who saw Highfield doing this at first, just glanced at his partner and said, are you sure it can Understand? The AI ​​of a C-level mech has no personality module.Highfield smiled and said it was just a greeting, aren't we all partners?Lavelle hasn't said anything else since.

"Your level has dropped a lot, Senior Highfield," Lavelle said casually and teasingly, "It actually takes half an hour to even handle a junior."

"Thanks to the privilege of the league, otherwise I would be late without even waiting for the moving box." Highfield walked to the corner of the training room and began to undress, "But I really haven't solved his problem yet." Field sighed and put on his tight training uniform. "And you didn't help me just now and you made a fuss... I wasted so much time, and finally I showed him the photo before he believed that I have a girlfriend."

Lavelle snorted coldly: "It's ridiculous, you bastard who values ​​sex and despises friends, and you want me to be a T for your girlfriend?"

Highfield asked curiously, "Lavelle, are you finally willing to admit that we are friends?"

"It's my roommate's friend. I don't want to be friends with a playboy young master like you at all. And even if I hate someone who can pester you for half an hour, he will definitely see your girlfriend's photo before he will stop. You might as well tell him you can't be late for training. By the way, whose son is that?"

"Only your unfeeling I can never get used to, Lavelle." Highfield sat beside Lavelle, straightening his legs.

"Don't be disgusting, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

Lavelle moved his butt to the other side.

"I didn't expect that I was such a person in your heart." Highfield said regretfully, "It should not be someone's son. Anyway, I don't have much impression....Probably just a commoner."

"Tsk. It's a commoner, a first-year freshman, who confessed to you in public and was rejected by you. It's over."

Highfield smiled apologetically.

"No way, although he is very cute, it would be fine if it was a girl. A man is not the type I would like at all."

"Oh?" Lavelle glanced at Heyfield, with a little interest, "I haven't heard about your selection criteria for men. Let me hear it?"

Highfield smiled: "There is no standard, if you have to say..."

"...What's with that weird pause of yours..."

Highfield said happily.

"Just like you, Lavelle."

"..."

"...Why are you showing such an expression?"

"And why do you look so disappointed?"

Lavelle sneered.

"Because I never lie to you, Lavelle."

Lavelle tilted his head and looked at Highfield: "Then should I be thankful that I'm not the type you would fall in love with at first sight?"

"If you want to talk about how to keep the relationship between us longer, it seems that it is better for me not to fall in love with you at first sight." Highfield mocked himself angrily, "My love at first sight always cools down very quickly. "

"That's why I said you saw it at first sight, you don't know what love is at all."

Highfield immediately laughed, looking very surprised.

Lavelle said quickly.

"No, I don't understand either, but I know it's definitely not like you. Get up, what was your peak mental strength last time?"

Highfield blinked, and stood up as he said. "you guess?"

At this time, the height of the two people can already stand shoulder to shoulder.

"Believe it or not, I'll change it to a fully manual operation if you talk too much."

"374, if one day you succeed, please let me drive it for the first time, Lavelle."

"..." Obviously startled by this number, Lavelle muttered "Damn."

Highfield probably understood what Lavelle was talking about, and said with a smile: "Don't be like this, the genes of the Highfield family have been modified."

Ravel clicked his tongue. "Not everyone can integrate this extreme gene as well as your family."

"Ah, even in our family, not everyone can be transformed successfully, including my father, who couldn't express it. Only Ludwig was the only person in my generation who was truly transformed successfully. Actually, I have not been specially transformed Remodeling surgery is inherited through parents."

"In this way, all the repulsion and incompatibility are completed in the body of the parents. What a blessing."

Highfield couldn't help laughing.

"Lavel, you obviously have no interest in driving mechs, why do you care about this? And they didn't find any signs at all when testing the embryos. I probably had some mutations after birth, otherwise I wouldn't have been born. "

Lavelle saw that Highfield's expression did not fluctuate at all.

"Okay, the family secret is over, let's try this new system. Your level is enough to make Feng Meigui as flexible as possible... But your energy level is too high, I didn't expect it. I will change the materials later. , you should be careful not to overload this time, if the circuit burns out, I will ask you to pay me ten sets.”

"Speaking of... Lavel, the homework for the tactical command class is yours..." "I won't borrow you to copy it after finishing it, so give up."

"..."

Lavelle raised his eyebrows: "If it is found that plagiarism is found, both of them will have their credits and grade points deducted, and they will also be fined to be on duty during the holidays. If you don't listen to the class, don't drag me into trouble."

It was past meal time and there were plenty of empty seats in the restaurant.While arguing with Highfield about ordering food, Lavelle looked back to find a suitable seat while waiting for the AI ​​to deliver the food.

There are not many people who are qualified to learn mecha courses, so the restaurant in Area R is not built too big, and you can have a panoramic view of every corner by looking around half a circle.

Lavelle sighed suddenly.

"Hayfield, you handled things very badly. People have already found your place to eat."

"..."

"Your girlfriend's main T hatred can't be held steady." Lavelle picked up the tray and walked towards the corner where no one was around, "If you want it, hold on."

"..."

Lavelle beckoned to the junior by the door, and he followed decisively.

In principle, first-year students cannot enter Zone R, and I don't know how he got in.Lavelle opened his mouth and asked if he had eaten, the junior boy shook his head, and Lavelle said that since you sneaked in for him, it was quite hard work.Highfield, please treat him to lunch.

He also asked if there was any taboo, and with a very considerate look, Highfield immediately walked away kindly.

Lavelle was actually very dumbfounded.

"Listen, this matter has nothing to do with me. That bastard Highfield didn't want his girlfriend to come out and talk to you, so he let me take the lead. Don't tell me if you have any dissatisfaction."

Lavelle is earnest.

"You also know that Highfield, who attracts bees and attracts butterflies. I have been friends with him for two years and I am still single. The senior told you that anyone in school who is with Highfield is the object of hatred. If we break up, hehe ...and worse...you get the idea.

"Especially the freshmen who don't have any background at home."

Highfield also packed two lunches and returned to the training room.

"My girlfriend broke up with me." Highfield pushed the projection window towards Lavelle, "She accused me of attracting bees and butterflies."

Ravel raised his eyelids, swallowed the fried shrimp in his mouth, and shook his head to send the tableware for recycling.

"I'm too busy."

He said lightly, as if sighing.

The author has something to say: I found that every time I said I would not update it, I would update it later【.

so please take your medicine this week

If you have time, update the settings. It is about Kurdening's course selection system [a little fun is the course selection I am looking forward to].

I will be more military cadets in the future

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Fixed the typo, every time I see my hand cancer, I almost suffocate

In fact, although I wrote about Lavel with a mocking face (Director Jin), what I was actually thinking about was a cold (Little S) Lavelle.

☆、No.13 fragments

The song of Aether

Lavelle pushed the door lightly, and the moonlight flowed out of the door, like a silent white stream.He had discovered Highfield's love for moonlight a long time ago, especially the shadow cast by it and the window lattice.

The white grand piano, gilded with moonlight, glowed faintly in the unlit piano room.Highfield was playing an unfamiliar repertoire, and he couldn't help but look out the window.With slightly narrowed eyes, even the tiny branches of the treetops are almost clearly discernible.This melody is lonely and as vast as the night sky.

The light arpeggio suddenly turned sharp, and he could imagine how the hammer hit the strings forcefully before he got close, as if his eyes suddenly opened from a deep sleep.But he knew that every movement of Highfield was like a tender lover, stroking affectionately on the keys.

Without hiding the sound of his footsteps, he kept moving forward and then leaned against the piano, turning his head to look at Highfield's dexterous hands.

Highfield didn't open his eyes until he felt the vibration of the piano disappear like a tide receding into the darkness.

"Hi, Ravel."

Highfield looked up and smiled at him.Even in the moonlight that pale face looked too pale.It seemed that it was because Highfield seldom talked to him with the posture of looking up, or maybe it was because he was seeing an exceptionally beautiful face in front of him at this moment. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer, so he hummed dryly.

Highfield moved to the right, giving way to half of the piano bench.He suddenly smiled, and turned his head to look into the shadows that the moonlight could not reach: "No matter how hard your legs work, your two hearts will not get closer, Highfield." He said. "This location is just right."

"Is this what you mean by refusing my kisses and hugs, Lavelle," Highfield said.

"No, this is the best place for me to listen to you play the piano after working overtime."

"I'm flattered." Highfield said with a smile, playing scattered syllables with his right hand, light and careless.

"This makes others think how mean I am to you without knowing it." He clicked his tongue and sat on the half of the piano bench with his back to Highfield.

Highfield turned his head and rubbed his cheek.

"Ravel, don't give too much away to others when you speak."

"It's obvious that you are too good at grabbing other people's words, but now you still blame me?" He looked at Highfield and raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry." Highfield smiled lowly, "This...is a family tradition. Besides, if wars can be avoided with this alone, I don't mind being better at it."

"I can second this..." He murmured.

"You are willing to make such a great sacrifice for the peace of the empire... Ravel..."

Highfield admired.

He sneered: "do you think that I will still be with you?"

After finishing speaking, he added thoughtfully: "No... If that's the case, I'm afraid that if I've known you for a month, I can't help but shoot you..."

"Oh my god...!" Highfield couldn't help laughing out loud, and it took a long time to catch his breath: "I must thank you, Lavelle, really."

He glanced at Highfield.

"Lavel, thank you for saving my life." Highfield said solemnly and sincerely.

He thought for a while, and finally said.

"You're welcome."

After Highfield's laughter, the cold night under the moonlight also seemed warm.

"How do you feel now?"

"what?"

Highfield said with a low smile, "You didn't look very happy before."

He groaned: "Your previous song sounded very lonely."

"But I am no more lonely than this moonlight, I would like to ask who is the company of this lonely night sky?"

He almost wanted to kiss those smiling eyes.

"You," he said, "can't make good use of language, and thoughts can only be reborn in music."

"Yes." Highfield laughed, "Although spiritual connection can also liberate the mind, it can never regenerate it."

He was taken aback when he heard the words, staring at a point of nothingness in mid-air, before speaking again after a long time.

"What if one day... nerve connection can be done?"

His voice was too soft and vague, and Highfield had to ask: "What?"

"It's nothing." He seemed to come back to his senses, "What's the name of that song?"

"I haven't had time to name it yet, or... what do you think of Thesongofaether, Lavelle?"

He suddenly remembered that the first time he came here and heard Highfield play an instrument for the first time, it was the summer after the end of the third grade. He was (forcibly) invited by Highfield to go to his family to escape the summer, and he ordered graduation while transiting in the capital. The ball gown time—

In the three days since he returned to the capital, he had not once seen Highfield after dinner, save for the night when (both of them) grinned in pain from the fight.

It was also a moonlit night, bright enough to even read a book.Although there were so many paper books in the Highfield house that he was faintly excited in his heart, he still pushed open the door, somewhat thinking that he could take a closer look at the mansion when the owner was away.

The social season of the high society has already begun, there will be a banquet held in the palace tonight, and there seems to be no Highfield in the whole house.But the Highfields were too big, and even he would lose his way.He simply continued on, passing through a corridor carved with reliefs on both sides - the Highfield family has become so narcissistic that they use the form of myth to record family history.

The corners of his mouth twitched and he was forced to watch the (mythical) family history of the Highfield family. For the most powerful and richest family in the empire, only the sober mind and keen vision of the first family head made him admire, and If you ignore that this is the family history of a certain family, the narrative of this Proustian scroll is indeed pleasing to the eye.This corridor is extremely long, and at least two-thirds of the wall is blank, obviously preparing to continue the family myth.

Near the end of the corridor, he faintly heard the sound of music, and the sound became clear after turning the corner and walking six or seven meters forward. It was probably someone playing some kind of musical instrument, and the sound was as clear as water, without any impurities.

There was only one door in this corridor, and he was sure that was where the voice came from.He stood in front of the door, hesitant.Now he knows that it is the sound of the piano, and the too clean and pure timbre must be fully infused by the performer.Aristocratic families usually let their children learn one or two classical musical instruments, but the sound of this piano seems to be close to his heartbeat.With his hand pressed against the door, he felt the vibration caused by the sound waves passing through the solid body, and when it reached his fingertips, he felt a tingling sensation.

Although the entire building is in a classical style inside and out, most of the interior facilities are modern products that have never been launched on the market.Only a few public places, including here, can enter and exit at will.His hand fell on the doorknob involuntarily, drooping only by gravity.The sound of the deadbolt withdrawing was inaudible, and he pushed the door open very lightly, and the unexpected and expected bright moonlight poured down.He seemed to be peeping, and only pushed open an inconspicuous crack, unable to see anything inside the door.He can understand the soul of the player, and under the sound of the piano, a strange corner of a certain world is reflected.

He stood in the shadow of the moonlight, keeping the doorknob pulled down.Suddenly the sound of the piano stopped, and he was jolted as if awakened from a dream.He subconsciously wanted to close the door, and then heard the man's voice.

"Ravel?"

He closed the door.

The author has something to say: This article has a lot of references and quotations from "Walden Lake", and all the descriptions of the melody in the article have corresponding pieces hahaha!

This article can also be called "BG Lei cried, I'm an idiot, the author couldn't bear it and asked Lavelle to hug him (no)", and "I can't help but use spicy chicken description to cheat the number of words".Although "Walden Lake" purified my heart from being cried by "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen", it also made me have to use a lot of fancy descriptions... ...I can't take it anymore help ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !

There are a lot of flags in this article, I feel sorry for Lavelle, let me interpret his mood back then: Lavelle is a very sensitive and understanding person, he understands that he likes (falls in love?) this player, when he finds out that it is Highfield He instinctively sensed the danger.Because he understands that such a relationship will make him give everything, but the object is someone he knows, this is probably a relationship that will kill him, and then he ran away instinctively (hey)

☆、No.14 fragments

The author has something to say: make up an afterthought 2333333333333

If the ether (not) song of the sky hasn't figured out why Lavelle likes Highfield

This place will definitely make you feel how much Lavelle was eaten to death by Highfield【.

What a pity Lavelle wwwwww

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Let’s talk when I’m in a better mood.

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"Urgent news from the Meteorological Department: Affected by the solar wind [-] hours ago, the weather control system in the Central District is out of order. There may be various types of extreme weather in the next [-] hours. Citizens are requested to choose the nearest building for shelter and do not go out... "

"I said you people, since the battle is over, how about strengthening the infrastructure? I was soaked two hours ago and now there is an urgent notice? It is an extremely urgent notice."

Lavelle added two lumps of sugar and a large spoonful of milk to the coffee. He was wearing a thin sweater that obviously did not belong to him. The collar drooped to reveal a naked back, and several soft gullies accumulated at the waist.He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearm muscles; he was barefoot, and the water droplets hanging from the tips of his hair dripped onto the carpet, leaving some mottled water stains.When Highfield came out of the bathroom, he saw him sideways, with beautiful lines stretching out the arms holding the porcelain cup.

"Ravel." There was an overly happy arc on the corner of Highfield's lips, "Although I understand your dissatisfaction, I still feel that what you said just now meant to vent your anger? After all... a person who has been on the job for three days since he took office People in the lab are not in a position to say that, are they?"

"There is no way not to vent your anger." Lavelle snorted coldly. "Besides, I have already vented my anger. What does it have to do with my visit to the laboratory? The emperor and the general ran wildly in the rain. Congratulations, the headlines of the two of us will not run tomorrow."

Highfield half held the back of his hand, and drank the remaining half cup of coffee with his hand.

"Damn...can't you drink your own glass?!"

"Sorry." Highfield smiled lowly.While speaking, Highfield's body was already attached to his back, and his other hand was wrapped around his waist.Highfield turned his head sideways, his long, half-dry hair brushed against his cheeks, and there was a vague fragrance in his hair that seemed to melt at the tip of his nose.Lavelle turned his head away.

"Because you wore my sweater."

Lavelle choked up. "Where's the logic?" he said, automatically looking back at Highfield's face.When Highfield came out of the bathroom, he pulled his forehead hair back, revealing a full forehead, an enviable hairline, and sharp eyes.

The entire empire knows that His Majesty the Emperor is a good-natured man, at least most of the time.Most of the time, the pair of dark red eyes under the half-covered forehead hair looked kind and gentle.Before this, he had never seen the pupils of the albino gene be so dazzling, almost burning.

When they looked at each other in this posture, the distance was too close, and Highfield's face was extraordinarily clear in front of his eyes.He could clearly see the subtle curvature of the corners of Highfield's eyes, the lines of the double eyelids, the drooping eyelashes, the brow bone and the bridge of the nose.Although he recognized the delicacy of this face from the first time he saw Heyfield, he really never thought that this person's good skin would stand up to careful scrutiny even if he looked closely.This face is beautiful and handsome just right, it is only because of the overly long and soft hair and fair skin together with this person's temperament that people have an illusion.The Highfields were con men inside and out.He could barely move his eyes, and the straightforward gaze allowed them to see each other's soul at a glance—he saw it, and he knew that Highfield must be peeping into his thoughts openly at this moment.

He understood that Highfield might, at least to some extent, be a gentle man.But all of this stems from the aristocratic upbringing and family environment that have resulted in a life that has almost all material things since birth.He leaned forward slightly and kissed Highfield.Highfield first sucked his lower lip, and the gap between them was slowly filled with moist and warm breath. He opened his lips, and Highfield looked at him, which meant asking and asking.He understood, but he didn't ignore the touch of the tip of his toe rubbing against his ankle.He clasped the back of Highfield's head, his hair flowed through his fingers like a gentle stream, and he kissed him deeper.

When Lavelle woke up again, the weather system had returned to normal, and the sky was the bright golden red of a summer evening.

His limbs were still a little numb. How on earth was Heyfield able to maintain a sleeping position without moving for ten hours?He thought anxiously.The soft and comfortable tingling sensation in the neck pit, as well as the weight on his chest are all answering his questions.It wasn't difficult for Highfield to maintain the same posture, after all, he didn't find any discomfort in Highfield's sleeping position at all.He raised his hand and gently pushed Highfield's head, thinking angrily how I remembered that the person being raped was me, you bastard, you dare to hold me down to sleep.

At this time, he suddenly met the other pair of eyes, and while watching the sleepy eyes gradually clear up, he secretly reproached himself in his heart, and he lost most of his anger in this way.The pair of slanted eyes bent into a gentle arc.Highfield rubbed the top of his head against his jaw, and planted another kiss on his lips.

"Good morning, Ravel."

Now he really has no temper at all.

☆, the fifth fragment

3. Daily life: a day's talk in the noble canteen

"Huh? Isn't this Highfield? Oh, it's so rare to meet you here. What's the matter? Didn't you have lunch at school with your roommate today?"

Ah... it's William Ehrenfest, and we seem to have some cousins, by the way?I hope he can improve his acting skills next time.he thinks.Putting down the cutlery in his hand, he looked up and smiled properly (as always).

"Hello, Cousin Ellenfest," he said, "Lavelle was called away by the mentor, so I had to come alone. You haven't had lunch yet? Why don't you come with me." He pretended not to see Ehrenfest. Renfest's overly obvious expression of amnesty and hands already on the back of the chair attracted the waiter.

"Since this is the case, then I will call you cousin directly? Highfield. You haven't been here for a long time, and I wanted to recommend some new dishes to you. They have changed their chefs since last semester, and you haven't You know?" Ehrenfest blinked: "You two have a really good relationship."

"I really haven't heard of this. So that's the case. No wonder the taste of the dishes today is different. I thought it was because I haven't been here for a long time so I remembered it wrong." My guess is not completely wrong, he thought, Is the purpose of these people inquiring about the news too obvious, or is it that they have no scruples to a certain extent?Probably in their eyes, Lavelle is a guy whose mouth is harder to pry open than mine...although I think so too.I was a little curious about what he was planning to get out of me, or did he reveal more information to me? "Yes, we are not only roommates, but also companions. The relationship will be better than with other people."

"Yes." Ehrenfest nodded, "The feelings between people who have fought side by side are always different from those of others. We have all watched your games last year. The tacit understanding between you is really surprising. , I think Kurdening will recruit a group of better students next semester. But——then again, now that the fighting on the front line has eased, I think the empire should retain talents like you and train them more."

Unsurprisingly, everyone was curious—not so much about my path, but rather about Lavelle's choice.Thinking about it this way, I should be happy for him, after all, his strength has been recognized by most people.So how would he choose?In fact, I am also very curious.However, I overestimated this Ellenfest. I heard that his family was severely damaged in the war, and there were not many reliable elders left in the family.According to Ludwig's thinking, I should simply get rid of him.

"It's a pity to say that no matter what I think, Lavelle's wishes have never been clear."

Contrary to his noble status, Ellenfest only ordered a light meal.Maybe he didn't intend to say too much?After all, I would never believe that aristocratic students would rush to interview with their tutors to collect their final grades.

"Ah, that's really... such a pity." Hope you're not too disappointed, cousin. "However, cousin, to be honest, there is one thing I must tell you. You see, the results of the final exam have also come out. I heard that the principal intends to let your roommate continue his studies..."

kindness?Wait, maybe I was wrong.Maybe this person didn't intend to ask for something from me in the first place? ...Although I don't have an answer to what he wants to ask, to be honest, I'm a little confused about his intentions.

"Oh? Really? I haven't heard of it at all."

"Haven't you heard of it by now, Highfield?"

"..."

It turned out to be the case.

He raised his head and exchanged a tacit smile with Ellenfest.

"You also know that although the alliance is at the end of its strength, our losses are not small. Although our mecha level is much better than the alliance as a whole, the opponent's victory lies in its strength. I heard that last time our battleship was defeated in star field 965. severely damaged."

"I've heard about this too. But with the power of the empire, it will only take three months to defeat the alliance. By the way, how is my cousin preparing for the prom next semester?" He said Putting down the tableware, wiped his mouth, "If there is a need, I am always willing to help."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. But it would be my honor to have my cousin's help."

He smiled slightly: "That's too polite, cousin."

Ellenfest returned a similar smile: "Speaking of which, cousin, look over there."

Highfield looked in the direction he signaled, and when he turned around again, his expression was normal.

"The mentor is calling me." He said, "Let's talk again when we have a chance, cousin."

The author has something to say: The rehabilitation period is even more low-end...

The number of words is also relatively small, just read it

Anyway, I was disgusted by this chapter [.

Highfield didn't see anything either.

It's the mantis silkworm and the oriole [fart

It's really too low-end to write it out!

Do not write 【.

☆, the fifth fragment

4. Warship

"Do you have to have an interview if you have anything to do, teacher?"

The office of the headmaster of the Kurdenin Military Academy is not located in Area O, which is adjacent to Area S of the main teaching area, together with other offices, and you have to go through the entire campus to get there from Area S.The principal's office is mixed with the school's warehouse, so the layout is not much different from the garbage dump.Lavelle refused to come to this place if he could, but Kurdening's headmaster was also his and Highfield's mentor.In view of Kurdenin's horribly strict graduation system of "'principal + tutor + teacher' three-party scoring, 'graduation examination + weighting of school grades'", the principal has become the ultimate existence in the experience of Lavelle Military Academy.Therefore, even though he was 1 reluctant, he still had to come on foot.

——No kidding, only on foot.From Block F, which is closest to the warehouse, it's another half-hour walk through the woods known as the mecca for school dates.

"People who are late dare to complain."

The principal—Lindeman’s old-fashioned nature has been revealed since the submission of the admission form (Ravel has always believed that if it weren’t for the fact that the application for admission and the entrance examination are under the unified management of the Imperial Education Department, Lindemann would not mind the admission application Start to make things difficult for all candidates.) Lindemann's dress, speech and deeds make people unable to feel the slightest bit of reserve and solemnity that a person of this status should have, and he is often even disheveled.So much so that when Lavelle saw Lindeman wearing a three-piece suit in a serious manner today, looking too decent like a Highfield, he began to feel extremely uneasy.

"Ravel, you're 10 minutes later than usual."

"Because I just finished lunch, sir."

Lindeman curled his lips, looking like he had been waiting for a long time, and raised his hand to push out a document to Lavelle: "Look at this if you are late."

Lavelle had no intention of reasoning with Lindemann. After all, it was bad enough not to be able to take a lunch break during such a drowsy period after lunch. Bickering desire/desire.

Even with Lindemann's attire, however, it doesn't seem to mean much.Lavelle just scribbled personal information in front of him-apparently, it was an answer sheet for Kurdenin's final exam (or tactical command department).Judging from a living sample around Lavelle, this answer sheet is likely to come from those ignorant noble students.The basic questions looked terrible, if it wasn't because it was a test paper with good grades, Lavelle wouldn't even be interested in reading it.

Lavelle calculated quickly, and he immediately raised his head to look at Lindemann.

"......teacher?"

"I suggest you read it before expressing your opinion."

Lavelle, who has full grade points all the year round, has to admit that he cannot do such a tactical analysis.

Only then did Lindemann say slowly, "How?"

Lavelle took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Excellent."

"Where is it outstanding?"

"After answering this question, can you please tell me why you want me to read Highfield's test paper?"

"I can answer you right now." Lindemann sat crookedly, pressing his coat into deep folds, "Before this, I think you probably didn't realize the gap between you and your roommate, Lavelle, Now that the facts are in front of you, what are your plans?"

"...So teacher, you called me here alone to ask this." Lavelle frowned, "I found that everyone is more concerned about whether I will choose Highfield or not... ..”

Lindemann raised his chin lazily: "Have you really considered this issue, Lavelle?"

"Compared to this, I think teacher, you are very sure that I will choose Highfield's look? Why are you so sure?"

"Oh? So you've decided to be your mechanic?"

"I think it's better to do what I like than to work with someone like Highfield."

"Young man, I remember that the first lesson I taught you was to face your true heart. Do you still need me to emphasize this kind of thing after three years?"

"..."

Ravel rubbed his lower lip with his canines for a while before looking up.

"I think Highfield is very good, which surprised me. To be honest, I was very caught off guard. I didn't expect this kind of thing. Now that I choose to assist him, I feel a little uncomfortable and I don't think I should be the most suitable partner for him. He can do it alone. So I still prefer to be a mechanic, are you satisfied with this answer, teacher?"

"Just 'kinda,' Lavelle?"

Lindemann raised an eyebrow.

"...

"............

"..................No."

"I also don't understand, Lavelle, why are you so resistant to cooperating with Highfield?" Lindemann finally sat up straight, "I don't think you haven't recognized him until now."

Lavelle turned his head to look out the window, the midsummer afternoon sun was too dazzling, he had to turn his head back. "Although I recognize him, I don't know the reason."

Lindeman actually nodded: "That's the problem between you."

"Again, teacher, why are you so willing to let me assist Highfield?"

Ravel suddenly tightened his body, Lindemann put away his scattered eyes, and stared at his eyes with iron gray eyes