The Shame of the A World and the Light of the O World

The orientation meeting lasted three hours. Thomas didn't listen to what the people behind him said, and replayed every word of An Ning repeatedly in his mind.

As soon as the meeting ended, he wanted to talk to An Ning.

But considering the relationship between the two, Thomas held back abruptly.

Although the recruits are fully closed management, communication is not prohibited.

Thomas took out the communicator and brought up the tranquil dialog box.

He edited and edited in the dialog box, entered a long paragraph, and deleted it all one second before sending it, and finally sent only three short words.

I am sorry.

It was an hour before An Ning replied to him.

?

A question mark.

Thomas picked up the communicator and ran out, found a secluded corner, and requested a video call.

The video was quickly connected, and An Ning appeared on the screen in a military uniform. The background should be in an empty office.

"I'm sorry." In Thomas' eyes, the message was far less formal than face-to-face, and he had to say it again in person, "For my answer a few days ago."

An Ning showed a clear expression: "I accept."

Thomas stared at the screen, and for a long time, he didn't speak.

An Ning was not in a hurry, she looked at him quietly, just like when she was at home, even if she didn't talk much all night and just leaned together to watch TV, she wouldn't feel embarrassed.

That is a wonderful experience that can only be had after being very familiar with it.

"General Walton."

The familiar address came out of Thomas's mouth, which made An Ning feel strange. Thomas seldom called him so solemnly.

"I used to think that you were the youngest general in the empire. I was just an ordinary teacher who didn't even have pheromones. I didn't deserve you. You told me that lovers are equal. You made me no longer feel inferior. You just An Ning, my omega. But the words you said on the podium today made me suddenly realize that I am still not worthy of you, you are General Walton, and I look up to you for your contribution to the empire."

"Thomas..."

"Sorry, can you listen to me?" Thomas rarely interrupted An Ning. He thought about these words for a long time, and he had to tell An Ning.

An Ning nodded.

Thomas continued, his eyes sparkling: "But I won't feel inferior anymore. In the past, I have never been exposed to war, and your words just now awakened me. I used to be too simple. I want to grow up and become mature. I not only want to protect you, but also the empire. It may take a lot of time to achieve this goal, are you willing to wait for me?"

An Ning didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Do you still remember why I like you?"

"I remember." Thomas nodded, as he had just said.

Because of his simplicity, An Ning likes him.

Thomas once thought that his innocence came from the fact that he had six years less contact with society than An Ning—that was the age difference between the two.It wasn't until he was in the auditorium just now that he suddenly realized that the gap between them was not in age, but in mentality, and it was two completely different ways of life for a long time.

Thomas has been working for several years, but many of his ideas are not like a responsible adult man, but closer to a student who has little contact with society.

Thomas was ashamed of this, but An Ning said: "Until now, I have not changed. You are simple, sometimes cute, and you let me know that home can be warm."

The word "home" caught Thomas' ears unexpectedly, and his eyes widened in a daze.

"Soldiers exist so that there will be no war. Only peace can allow more people to live a life of pure happiness and carefree. I want more simple people in this world." An Ning looked directly at Thomas, and the four Looking at each other, Thomas saw a moving emotion in his eyes, "You are my original intention and the driving force for my hard work."

Even though he knew in his heart that the "you" here refers to more innocent people, Thomas couldn't restrain himself from being narcissistic for a while.

It was the most romantic love story he had ever heard.

"I'm with you," he said excitedly.

"Not everyone is suitable to be a soldier. If you see the cruelty of the world, will you still be like this?" An Ning frowned slightly, tangled and conflicted in her heart.

His alpha wants to grow, and he respects the choice of the subject.At the same time, he didn't want the grown Thomas to become like himself.

Growth always comes with loss, and Thomas is good enough now, he is unwilling, or more selfishly speaking, he is reluctant to let Thomas pay the price for growth, even though he doesn't even know what the price is.

Thomas raised his head, his gaze was gentle but firm: "Yes, it will."

After hanging up the phone, Thomas faintly wanted to urinate.

He was not familiar with the environment when he first arrived at the barracks, so he couldn't find the toilet after searching for a long time, and got lost instead.

After dark, there were few people outside. Thomas managed to find a non-commissioned officer, and he eagerly asked him where there was a toilet.

The sergeant glanced at Thomas's shoulder and knew that he was a new recruit, and pointed him out with a smile.

It was quiet in the toilet, no one was there.

Thomas sprinted over, lunging to the urinal and unzipping it.

call……

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief, put the water halfway, and when footsteps came from the door, he turned his head subconsciously, and met a pair of dark eyes, and then he saw the man's face clearly.

It was a face that was so familiar to all the people of the empire. As long as you were in the empire, whether you were reading the news or reading newspapers, you could see this face everywhere.

Her Majesty Hilda of the Empire, a female alpha, was walking into the men's alpha bathroom with a carefree attitude, and didn't stop until she reached the urinal next to Thomas.

"..."

Thomas's brain was running fast, he didn't know whether to remind His Majesty that she went to the wrong toilet first, or to salute her first.

But in his current state, if he turned around and saluted, he would only pee all over his majesty.

What to do!

Thomas was already howling deep in his heart, but whistles came from his ears.

He turned his head following the voice, and the respected Majesty Hilda was staring at his crotch with a 45-degree slanted gaze to the lower left.

Thomas Brain: "*&￥#@???"

Hilda raised her eyebrows: "Oh, the size is not bad."