hunting light

When the New Year's bell rang, Ian woke up in a daze for a moment.

The dream wrapped him like a swamp, but the bell sounded from heaven to his dream, and struck his soul.It reminded him that he seemed to have an agreement with someone to do something.

Yi An just moved a bit, and was still trying to open Qian Jinzhong's eyelids, when a voice coaxed him, persuading him to continue sleeping.

"...sleep...in the future...I'll be with you..."

Yi'an's heart relaxed, and he fell into the sea of ​​stars again.

This time I fell into a deep sleep and didn't have a single dream.When he woke up, it was already daylight.

Ian was the only one in the house.On the desk, the sun was shining, and the photonic board and paper documents were neatly arranged.

The blond young man had long since disappeared, leaving around midnight.But when he left, the ocean-like pheromone remained, permeating the hut, as thick as a bright red seal, covering the tables, chairs, walls and floors in the house, swearing that he would come here for a visit.

Did this kid exercise in the house last night?

Ian got up and saw a paper lily on the photon board.

The creases are exquisite, flamboyantly blooming towards Ian.

Ian smiled, and carefully opened the flower, and there really was a message inside.

Leon's handwriting is just like his own, with vigor and force, showing a youthful and frivolous publicity.The cursive style is smooth and smooth, and it can be seen that this person thinks first and then moves, and his thoughts are meticulous. Once he makes a move, he will finish it in one go.

"Dear Ian, Happy New Year!

I believe I am the first to wish you well this year.

After you fell asleep last night, I thought about a lot of things.I found that although we had only met for a few days, what happened in these few days was richer and more meaningful than what I had experienced in the past year or so.

Because of you, I touched the scars of this city.Because of you, I feel the suffering of the past with indifference.And because of you, I made a move to be proud of myself.

Before that, for a long time, I was in a daze, not knowing what my efforts were for, nor how to realize the meaning of struggle.

With your coming, I am no longer confused.I know that hope is far away, but you will always be by my side and stay with me forever.

My Ian, may you be as happy and happy as I am at this moment in the new year.

You, sweetest, Leon. "

The name "Leon" was deformed by him and written as "Lion".

Ian raised a hook at the flamboyant body, as if seeing a big furry lion squatting in front of it, wagging its tail and grunting, asking him to touch its head.

Yi An had never learned the art of origami flowers, which is a kind of maiden's handiwork. It took a lot of effort to fold the paper back into a lily flower.

Who did this kid learn this from?It seems that after arriving in the imperial capital, he has been influenced by the exquisite aristocratic atmosphere for a long time. The bastard who used to play with guns and sticks in those days can actually make flowers origami.

Ian sandwiched the paper lily in a little scripture that he hardly ever left with him.

A fire in District 96 can be said to have set the imperial capital on fire for a good start to the new year.

From the emperor in the Champs Palace, to civil and military officials, to grassroots officials, all of them were burnt by the fire and could no longer sit still.

Thousands of houses were damaged, the death toll was nearly 2, and nearly [-] people were displaced in the winter...

Although the Byron Kingdom has the custom of burning old things and praying for good luck in the coming year by facing the fire when bidding farewell to the old year.But when the media and the Internet called the fire in the slums "burning the old" to satirize the government, no one in power could remain silent.

Felix IV was furious. On the first day of the new year, he recruited officials from the Ministry of Urban Construction and the Ministry of Civil Affairs into the palace, scolding them bloody.

The investigation and subsequent liquidation of the fire started immediately. Countless officials canceled their annual leave, exchanged air tickets, and rushed back to Glori from resorts all over the country.

The parliament urgently held the first discussion meeting of the new year. After one minute of opening, it turned into mutual exposing, accusation and buck-passing between parties.

Those evidences of corruption and lazy governance that were tacitly known before have all become delicious new shit, and they are held by both sides and smashed in the face of the hostile faction.

The Duke of Oran and the two princes of the royal family originally attended this meeting, but they couldn't sit for a quarter of an hour before they were suffocated by the stench.

"I'd rather go to the zoo and have a gorilla throw a banana in my face," the Duke said.

But when politicians are having fun with shit and bathing in the fragrance, a topic has become popular in the media and the Internet, overwhelming.

"The guerrilla team 'Lionheart' rescues the victims, the light of youth in the imperial capital!"

Here I will first introduce the downstream team.This is a new sport that has emerged with the pan-civilian use of mechs.Young people drive different types of mechs to form a fully functional pocket team.The two teams confront each other in a special space field.

The outcome of the game is based on points.Individual skills, tactics, time spent, casualties...all are calculated into points, and the one with the highest points wins.

This sport is somewhat similar to a full-real virtual online game, but the difference is that the contestants are fighting with their real bodies.Their mechas will be damaged, and the pilots will suffer from broken bones, missing teeth and broken legs.

Even with today's treatment cabin technology, even people who are torn apart can be mended and brought back to life, but the law of the empire still stipulates that only those over 16 years old can participate in this sport.

Civilian war mechs are expensive to build, and a mid-to-high-end mech can be exchanged for a detached villa on the third ring road of the imperial capital.Therefore, this mech is also a barometer of the economic status of the rich and powerful, and a loudspeaker that shows wealth.

The playboys in the imperial capital, especially the Alpha boys, would buy a big trumpet as soon as they turned 16, and join the guerrillas by playing and singing.Whoever couldn't afford the mecha, or couldn't afford to replace it with a new one, immediately wouldn't even come to the door to sell insurance.

The guerrillas have also become a very important social platform for young and powerful children, similar to fraternities outside the campus.It's also like an efficient dating platform-the popularity of star players is no less than that of popular traffic niches.Even ordinary players are like ducks in water among those arrogant and reserved Omega.

As the most famous "stupid multi-speed" Duke of Oran in the imperial capital recently, it is said that by "selling himself to the crown prince", he replaced his eldest son with the latest mecha.

But in the first six months, no guerrilla team was willing to open the door to this untitled bastard.

As a son, Leon couldn't spoil his father's "hard work".So he simply set up a guerrilla team by himself, named it "Lion Heart", and recruited a group of members with similar backgrounds as him.

Although it has always been ridiculed as a "bastard team", "Lionheart" has a good record, and has become famous in the imperial circle in just half a year.

Leon has not received professional training, but his Yeluzi style of play is fierce, sharp and powerful.This all-B student in the command department of the military academy far outperformed him in the arena in the arena, and from time to time he used a surprise move that caught the opponent off guard.

This group of young people all follow Leon's lead.When Leon called for assistance to the disaster victims in District 96, everyone responded one after another, took out pocket money to empty a large supermarket, and airdropped supplies to the disaster victims.

And the young man who greeted Ian was the most beloved illegitimate son of a media predator.The cute and sensible young son has made such a great and heart-warming act of charity. How can a father not speak up for the child?

So overnight, the words of praise for the "Lionheart" tour team were like spring flowers blooming all over the world, bombing the people in turn on the national and even international channels.

"...After learning about the situation of the victims, they immediately gave up the New Year's entertainment activities, went out to purchase supplies, and delivered them to the disaster area in person, and delivered them to the affected people..."

"They are the angels sent by the Lord!" The interviewed victims burst into tears at the camera. "Suddenly, when we were already desperate, a light was cast from the sky, and they came!"

"This is what we should do." The little media prince said frankly and modestly, "In fact, it was our captain who initiated the call. He said that someone in District 96 needed help, and he planned to go there to help, and asked who of us would like to talk to him All the way. You know, our guerrilla team is one, advancing together and retreating together. Since the boss has spoken, then we should give it all—ah, it’s him! Leon, here..."

The camera turns to the gate of the teaching building, and a group of students who have just finished an exam are pouring out of it.

In the crowd, the blond young man held a book under his armpit and an electronic pen behind his ear. He was dressed very ordinaryly.But the shoulders are wide and the legs are long, and the face is well-defined, which makes the female reporter blush and heartbeat.

"Boss, come here." The teammates shouted, "Tell me about your performance that night!"

Leon glanced in this direction lightly, his face looked numb after being ravaged by the exam, but his legs picked up speed suddenly, and he sprinted away.

"Hehe." The teammate laughed dryly, "Our captain is rather shy... Come on, let me describe the process of that night in detail to you: At that time, there was a violent snowstorm, and you couldn't see your fingers..."

Interviews, special reports, popular comments, overwhelming.For a while, people temporarily forgot the casualties and homelessness behind the fire, and stopped paying attention to the turmoil in the political arena. They all came to discuss the not-so-fucking side of the rich and powerful, and the glimpse of the handsome captain who only showed a short side .

No one expected that the ethos of dudes who love to compare themselves would have a positive effect one day.

On the day the news was released, other guerrillas sent relief supplies to the resettlement sites for the victims.There are no more or no less powerful children in the entire imperial capital, and dozens of wandering teams have been formed.Hearing that others were going to help the disaster, he was afraid that he would be ridiculed for falling behind, so he immediately joined the team.

From New Year's Day to the 96th, there are three or five guerrilla teams almost every day, driving their shuttles of various styles and spray-painted, visiting Area [-] to drop relief supplies by air.

Subsequently, enterprises and charitable foundations also joined in, and will assist disaster victims in rebuilding their homes through commercial cooperation.

The popular superstar personally came to condolences to the victims and took a group photo with a child with a runny nose.Queen Ayres also sent her own female officer, who accompanied the archbishop in red to meet representatives of the disaster victims...

The San Milo Abbey, which has been in the limelight in the news, has also been commended by the Pope himself.

He didn't do anything, and the old dean who was in a daze at home when the incident happened was awarded a purple satin medal and retired with honor.

Father Adevi, who was traveling abroad, was promoted to the new dean and received a written commendation from the Pope.Father Mitchell, who presided over the overall situation, and all the monks who participated in the disaster relief were notified of the commendation of the whole Holy See, their rank was promoted by one level, and their subsidy was doubled.

The newly appointed Dean Adway noticed a strange phenomenon: the monks in the monastery suddenly seemed to be in awe of Ian.

When receiving meals in the cafeteria, as the new dean, Adevi still had to wait in line honestly, but when Ian came, the monks in the front line offered to give way to Ian—although Ian declined .

When it was time to serve the dishes, Advi was 100% sure that the monk behind the counter scooped up two meatballs for Iando, and the tiramisu he cut was nearly one-third larger than the one for himself !

"How did you force them to hand over their points?" Adwei sat down opposite Ian.

"... Please sit down." Ian put down his fork, "I was looking for you, Dean. About the An Ling Fa Conference..."

"Points, Mitchell." Adway said as he unscrewed a new bottle of jam and poured it all over the steak.

"..." The corner of Ian's mouth twitched, and he said with difficulty, "Of course I... didn't persecute them. Forcing others to do things they don't want is an act that the Holy Master disapproves of. It is selfish and..."

"Please speak the Imperial language!" Adway said.

"I made a deal with them." Ian said.