The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

Chen Zheng felt hot all over and found it strange. They were both sentinels, so why should he be so reserved? Wasn't it just saying that he had something to hide?

They were all sentinels, and he had what Ling Si had. In the end, Chen Zheng attributed his abnormality to the fact that Ling Si looked too foul, so that he blurred the gender of the two.

Turning back, Chen Zheng brought up the matter that had been deliberately ignored: "Didn't you say you found the person?"

"Yeah." Ling Si sat on the chair. The sentry beside him carefully helped him adjust the towel on his shoulders to cover his exposed skin. It was too tightly covered to achieve the effect of heat dissipation. Ling Si pushed Shang Yue's hand away and frowned, "It's too hot. Why are you wrapping yourself so tightly?"

Shang Yue didn't know if he heard it or not. He half-wrapped his slender and powerful arms around the young man to prevent the towel from falling off due to large movements. "If you catch a cold, you may miss the palace banquet and the competition."

These words touched Ling Si's heart. He stopped struggling and just opened the towel a little, with the edge lightly resting on his thigh.

"Okay, go find the guide." Ling Si said, "Anyone who went to the warehouse that night should also come forward."

For a moment, almost half of the sentries stood in a row around Ling Si, looking excited, without any sense of guilt about being caught.

Ling Si was speechless for a moment, his face was not good, "...What are you doing in there?"

"We're here to maintain the mech, Boss." A sentry on the far right said, "Have you forgotten? We told you that we would carefully inspect the mech before every competition."

"Really, we were sure there was no problem at the time," said another sentinel.

There will be no problem but it will affect the accuracy of the mecha. If these people's clumsiness causes problems in the competition, then we should consider changing a group of people.

With dark eyes, Ling Si rubbed his wrinkled fingers and looked at each sentry one by one. Every sentry had a wandering look and red cheeks, which was very obvious even on their wheat-colored skin.

Everyone looks like a suspect.

"Don't talk nonsense." Ling Si was a little impatient, "Did Fillion go in with you?"

Fillion was the name of the guide. I vaguely remembered that he came from a third-rate family.

The Sentinel's spirit body is highly aggressive and has violent mental power. It needs a guide to provide mental guidance at regular intervals. Fillion was able to integrate into the team with this help.

Everyone's mental strength is relatively stable. They have never looked for him, but they will give him money on time.

There are only two types of relationships between sentries. The ones who develop feelings for each other through spiritual counseling will become partners, while the others are mostly employment relationships, where one party pays and the other party provides spiritual counseling services. Of course, there are also guide doctors who specialize in treating sentries whose spiritual seas are injured.

"It wasn't his turn that day, and we didn't let him do these things." Checking mechas, reporting errors, and repairing them are all very time-consuming tasks. Few guides would waste their energy on this. They are not inhumane. "He told us that he wanted to learn, so he stood aside..."

The sentry who spoke had a gloomy expression, and he was obviously thinking of something. "It is also possible that when we were not paying attention, he..."

"I'm sorry, boss! It's my fault for not checking carefully!" The sentry bowed, with a fearless expression on his face.

"Sorry, boss!"

Once the example was set, the other sentries apologized in unison, their voices loud and clear, echoing throughout the training room.

"......"

Ling Si was very upset. Shang Yue, who was sitting next to him, was always paying attention to the towel on his shoulders. He noticed that it was falling and immediately pulled it up. This matter was indeed his fault. Shang Yue apologized in a deep voice.

"Pfft-"

The inappropriate sneer broke the atmosphere of the sentries who were eager to "die to prove their integrity", and the scene became a little awkward for a moment.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him. Chen Zheng restrained his smile and coughed a few times, "Sorry."

Facing people other than the boss, the sentinels showed amazing fighting power and immediately fought back: "No, you are sick, what does it have to do with you?"

"What are you laughing at? It's so funny that the boss is framed. Is it you who did it?"

"Oh, I was wondering why you are so active, it turns out the thief is crying thief!"

"Boss, you must check him to death. Who knows what this kid is thinking!"

"Yes, we can't let him go. We have to treat everyone equally."

"Who treats him equally? Does he deserve it?"

.......

The chattering made Ling Si annoyed, "Shut up!"

The sentries suddenly became as quiet as chickens.

The boss seems to be angry...

Chen Zheng touched his nose and interrupted, "The people have arrived."

Guides usually have smaller frames, and their figures were completely hidden when they stood behind Chen Zheng. If he hadn’t reminded them, no one would have noticed.

Fillion's face was pale, and he walked in front of the crowd somewhat stiffly. All the sentinels glared at him, but due to Ling Si's previous order, they could only keep their mouths shut and stare at him.

The heat dissipated, and Ling Si's skin returned to its cold white color. He gathered the towel around his chest and looked at Fillion with dark pupils, unable to tell his emotions: "Have you been sick recently?"

Fillion has light blue eyes, slightly curly hair, and is thin. He timidly responded, "Yeah."

Ling Si unscrewed the bottle cap and drank a sip of water. "How is your recovery going?"

"Fortunately."

"What did you do?" Ling Si's voice was calm.

Fillion's mind went blank, and he was silent for a while, "I..."

Without giving him time to think, he felt his calves being restrained, and a huge body wrapped around him, growling a warning, and Fillion fell to the ground.

Seeing that its mission of intimidating people was accomplished, the white lion held its head high, wagged its tail, walked to its owner, and sat down beside his legs.

Ling Si touched its head with his hand. The white lion purred in its throat and closed its eyes comfortably.

Fillion's hands were on the ground, his rolled-up sleeves showing a little bruise, his thin body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were wet. Ling Si saw him out of the corner of his eye and asked, "What's wrong with the injuries on your body?"

The young man glanced at the sentry beside him. Shang Yue stood up, grabbed Fillion's hand and lifted up his sleeve. The guide tried to dodge, but there were three large bruises on his arm, almost covering his entire hand.

Shang Yue frowned and let go of him. Fillion started crying, tears streaming down his cheeks as he choked, “I, I didn’t want to… It was Yu Bai. Yu Bai wanted me to frame you. I’m sorry… Wuuuu…”

Ling Si paused as he tried to comfort Bai Shi, "He will beat you if you don't agree to him?"

Fillion nodded continuously.

As for Fillion, when he was in middle school, several sentinels who studied at the Imperial Star vaguely heard a rumor that this guide seemed to have offended someone from the Yu family. There were many rumors about him, and he had few friends at school and was often alone.

Ling Si didn't care at all, and the sentinels didn't care about the Yu family at all. It was just a cabinet minister. To put it nicely, it was the honor of the common people, to put it bluntly, it was the new nobility. They couldn't go beyond the Duke.

I just met Fillion and thought he was useful, so I stayed.

Yu Bai used the little power he had to the fullest extent.

Shang Yue reminded Ling Si in time: "The Duke asked you to bring gifts to visit Minister Yu Lan on the weekend."

Ling Si pinched the white lion's paw, and the spirit body came over and stretched out its tongue to lick his face, but was pushed away by Wuqing, making a humming sound. He sneered and said, "So, Yu Lan is sick and can't take care of his family? It's really a fatal disease."