Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

The relentlessly closed door couldn't stop Andre's enthusiasm for gossip. All his attention was focused on one point-his boss, a famous matchmaker and a hard-working bachelor for ten years, probably spent time with a guide one night!

The faint guide pheromone smell, the red marks on the neck, let alone being bitten by bugs, there are absolutely no bugs on the other side.

Andre's imagination was full of imagination, and he instantly made up several versions of the eclectic story, his eyes flashed, and he went to gossip to his colleagues.So when Caesar walked into the Destroyer, he was greeted by curious and eager eyes from his subordinates.

"Boss, I heard you slept with a guide?"

"Boss, I told you a long time ago, ten years of insisting on relying on the right hand is too miserable, I'm sorry for your face if you don't hit one shot."

"Boss, what kind of guide is he, why don't you introduce us to him?"

"Boss..."

"Andre!" Caesar's forehead burst out with veins.

Andre ran over like a dog, not knowing that he was on the verge of death, and tried: "Boss, how is it, isn't it fun?"

Caesar smiled at him, his gentle eyes matched with the deep corners of his lips, it was very beautiful.

But Andre fought a cold war, feeling that disaster was imminent.

The problem lies in this smile. Of course Caesar usually smiles, but he usually doesn't smile this way in front of them. When he smiles like this, it often means that someone is going to be unlucky.

Caesar: "Andre?"

Andre: "... yes, boss!"

Caesar: "There is no one on duty at the stele tower, so go down now and return to Amber Star next year."

Andre: "..."

With an understatement, Andre was swept out of the house, and the atmosphere of gossip that was quite enthusiastic just now disappeared.The rest of the people shut their mouths vigilantly when they saw the fate of their colleagues.

Caesar's eyes flicked over the gang of big-bodied, but gossiping, gossiping brutes one by one, and he walked briskly to the command seat and sat down.

Everyone frowned when they saw his butt just touched the seat, and immediately rolled back to their respective posts cleverly. Those who confirmed the hatch, confirmed the power switch, and reported to the launch center, everyone picked up the drama script and pretended to be A conscientious appearance.

The Annihilator began to slide slowly, and after receiving the passage confirmation information, it accelerated out of the receiving and receiving port along the receiving and receiving orbit, leaving everything on the other side star behind.

Caesar looked at the rapidly shrinking monument tower through the porthole without saying a word, trying to expel the scene this morning from his mind. No matter what happened last night, it was meaningless to him. If someone really dared to come to the door, he would definitely "greet" him well, and beat him until he couldn't even write his own name.

As for the weird match at Nebula Core, it is common knowledge that there is no high matching result between Sentinel and Sentinel, and he has already applied for repairing his personal terminal.

After completely rushing out of the other side star, Caesar retracted his gaze and said: "Prepare for the jump, the target capital star is Amber."

Not long after the voice fell, the system was ready, the jump valve was opened immediately, the annihilation reaction was activated, and the energy opened up a huge power field around the hull of the Annihilator. not see.

A moment later, half an astronomical unit away from the First Fortress of the Capital Star, the space field was distorted for a while, and the Annihilator safely completed this short-distance jump and appeared out of thin air.

This is just scratching an itch, and the starhunter soldiers are used to it, but it is an unspeakable disaster for Caesar - at the moment of the jump, the huge inertia made his buttocks and the command seat tightly combined At the same time, the pain came from the outside to the inside, and then from the inside to the outside. After the leap, Caesar couldn't help standing up with a "bang" on the podium in front of him.

The subordinates who were just about to stretch their hands and feet didn't dare to move, and all stretched their necks to secretly look at their boss.

——…The boss is sleeping with someone, why does he still look unhappy?

——Is he... did he not sleep well last night?Ah, virgins can understand.

——The smell is quite light, but the pheromone of this guide smells very exciting. It seems that it is not a cutie, but a goblin. Tsk, it turns out that the boss likes this type.

——Run away early in the morning, the boss has the potential to be a scumbag.

Before the pain was relieved, Caesar suddenly heard the whispers of his subordinates. Those voices were distant and close, intermittent and buzzing.

He turned his head suspiciously and looked around, but saw that everyone hurriedly looked away, and everyone shut their mouths. He couldn't find out who was talking for a while.

Since just now, this group of people has been talking about "guides and guides" non-stop. Caesar was puzzled, thinking where did the guide pheromone come from, why didn't he smell it?

"Guide? Pheromone? Scumbag? Whoever talks nonsense can go and accompany Andre." Caesar swept over one by one. Who is so bold to speak nonsense.

Caesar thought they were all honest, but just took a sip of the water handed by the robot, and heard the voice again.

——I still refuse to admit it after sleeping. Which guide is so miserable? Apart from the First Guards and us last night, there are only contract workers from the Beita in the other side star?

——Bi An Xing is the cemetery of alliance soldiers. I have heard people dancing disco in front of the grave, but the boss actually dares to play cannons in front of the grave, tsk tsk, so fashionable.

"What—?" Caesar almost spit out a mouthful of water, and turned to look at a female sentinel standing in front of the left, "Lina, what are you talking about? What is in front of the grave?"

The female sentinel named Lena was taken aback and stuttered: "Did I say it?"

——Dead, shooting in front of the grave, I just think about it in my heart? ?

Nishizawa looked at Lina with a strange expression. He clearly didn't see the other party open his mouth, but he heard the phrase "just think about it".

too weird.

He had a faint sense of foreboding, but before he had time to think about it, he heard a beep from the console, and an entry confirmation request from the First Fortress of Capital Star jumped out.

"Number AQ03-09, Star Hunter Destroyer Spaceship, confirmed entry. Good morning, Captain Caesar Dawson." The communication soldier of the fortress greeted shyly, "Did you just come back from the other shore?"

Caesar had to be distracted to answer, he calmed down secretly, noticed the name and position of the communications soldier displayed on the screen, nodded and smiled and said: "Yes, Private First Class Wayne."

The communications soldier whose name was called was a little flustered, and he greeted Caesar in an incoherent manner, so everyone tacitly knew that this person was probably a fan of Caesar.

Maybe it's a matter of feng shui, or maybe it's a problem left over from history. The Star Hunter Corps of the military department is a well-known gang of soldiers and hooligans. It is not in line with the aesthetic preferences of young people in the league today.

The Starhunter Corps was originally rated as the most unpopular unit in the alliance every year, but in the past few years, it has been rare to find a good-looking Caesar, who is completely in line with the standard of the dream lover from the neck up, although the neck below is also the kind of soldier. The style of painting, but under the background of that face, it suddenly became the so-called bohemian and romantic. Although the military rank is not high, but the ability is good, it has attracted a lot of fans. In the past two years, it has been elected twice in the Xingyun.com Most Popular Men.

This Private First Class Wayne happened to be his fan. Seeing Caesar's smile, he was in a hurry. After groping for a while, he embarrassedly found a topic: "The entry information is confirmed, welcome back to Capital Star! Yes, that's right!" Captain Erson, I have seen this year's new recruitment booklet, and you are really handsome in it."

Caesar was taken aback: "Conscription brochure? Is it ready?"

Wayne: "Have you not received it yet? I bought the holographic collector's edition, do you want to send it to you? Ah... no, the collector's edition is not allowed to leak out, only the regular edition." He said happily in the The time was clicked on the operation screen at the side, and in less than a second, the cover of an album jumped out on the big screen at Caesar's side.

Seeing that he had been chattering for a long time, Private First Class Wayne was a little embarrassed: "Captain, take your time, there is a new spaceship entering the country, I have to change the channel. And, also, the preliminaries the day after tomorrow, I wish you success! "

After Wayne's image disappeared, everyone gathered around to look at the album.

In recent years, the alliance has been enjoying prosperity, and the number of people who are willing to join the army is decreasing. In order to establish a good image and improve the efficiency of conscription, the people in the military department have come up with some strange ideas, and the recruitment atlas is one of them.They specially select active soldiers with good images, especially those who are among the best in Xingyun.com's selection, and take some welfare photos to make an album. The Star Age also pays attention to the fan economy. Once the album is released, whether the efficiency of conscription has improved will not matter. Yes, but it sells out every year.

For the Starhunter Corps, besides Caesar, Lena also appeared in this year's album.

But as soon as the album was opened, when everyone saw the tall and straight man on the first page, they all held back their words of praise as if they were about to urinate, and they all became dumb.

The light curtain of the Destroyer is very large, and the full-body photo of Oswald, the captain of the First Guard next door, is projected on it, which is particularly eye-catching. I can see that he is wearing military trousers properly, his hair is combed neatly, and his smoke-gray eyes are looking straight ahead. , there is a feeling of repelling people thousands of miles away, but when I look down, I find that all the buttons of his military uniform jacket are unbuttoned, and the shirt is also open. Under the shadow of the clothes, the muscle lines are undulating, unexpectedly full of Ascetic lust.

Caesar turned to the second page expressionlessly, and only then did he see a photo of himself—a photo of him half-lying on a bench drinking, topless.

He glanced in the direction of his subordinates from the corner of his eye, and found that they were panting one after another, and no one dared to speak, but sure enough, he heard the small voice again.

——Boss, this one is too explicit.

—Compared to Captain Hill's, it's inferior.

——It seems that the most popular man this year is no longer guaranteed...

Caesar narrowed his eyes, hesitated for two seconds, then made a movement to cover his ears, and was surprised to find that after covering his ears, all the whispers sounded directly in his head, and the voice suddenly High and low, can't hear clearly, but there is a slight echo.

During this period, all the subordinates looked at him in surprise, and no one opened their mouths.

His complexion instantly became very good-looking.

What the hell is this?

Why can he hear the thoughts of these hooligans?