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Brilliant sunshine, sunny weather.

On such a beautiful morning, Ying Sheng brought Xiang Shen to Zulong Academy, the number one university in Zulong Star.

"What a common name." Xiang Shen complained.

However, to be able to name it after a planet, I also know that this school is not easy.

Ancestral Dragon Academy is very large, just covering an area, it is almost equivalent to a small city.Its location sits on the fringes of the capital.There are all kinds of facilities in it, and shopping, entertainment and tourism can be called one-stop service.

Of course, as a school, the most important thing is the students.

Under the cultivation of strong teachers, these already excellent students go to the society after graduation, and they are basically leaders in all walks of life-they symbolize the future of Zulongxing and represent the future of Zulongxing!

And now, Ying Sheng, who is one of the bright futures, is standing in the student union building with a bad face, queuing up to receive tasks.

The line was very long, and they all lined up in the corridor, but a vacuum zone with a diameter of three meters was left in front of and behind him, and Xiang Shen was the only person standing beside him.

Even Xiang Shen was no stranger to this scene.

But he still took care of Ying Sheng's inner feelings very carefully, and thoughtfully found a topic to chat with to pass the time——

"Your Highness, what do you study?"

He speculated that it should be science and engineering, such as mechs, technology research and development, in short, it is a very high-level major, which is more suitable for the noble status of His Royal Highness.

Besides, Xiang Shen really couldn't imagine that Ying Sheng would engage in that kind of literary knowledge. Those who study literature generally have a sensitive heart. His Royal Highness... um, he has a strong heart, not to mention sensitive, he is probably invulnerable Bar.

Ying Sheng leaned against the wall and said lazily, "Me? I learned painting, traditional ink painting."

Xiang Shen: "...Wow."

This is really unexpected.

But once he accepted this setting, Xiang Shen took a look at Ying Sheng's street-style dark attire, and thought it matched him well.

"It turns out that Your Highness majored in art," he nodded, "but why did you choose this major?"

Ying Sheng: "Because you don't need to talk to others, be quiet."

Xiang Shen: "..."

How should I put it, this kind of natural reason for being autistic is indeed Ying Sheng's style.

He knew it in his mind, so when the last person in front of them also received the task and left, Xiang Shen immediately asked the president of the student union sitting behind the desk: "Hello, is there any need for a handover conversation?" task?"

The president of the student union is a fair and petite girl who was busy typing with her head down. When she heard Xiang Shen's question, she turned her attention away from the screen and said with a smile, "Of course..."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Ying Sheng looking down at her from above, his eyes were cold and murderous.

As if the air around her was sucked away by someone, she instantly showed a suffocated expression, and her face turned pale visibly to the naked eye.

The girl tapped her light brain with trembling hands, pointed at the screen, and said stammeringly: "You, you, you, you, take a look for yourself..."

Xiang Shen tilted his head and carefully observed His Highness the Crown Prince.

Isn't this his usual expression?

But he can't blame people for overreacting.

After all, not everyone is as brave as Brother Xiang.

He flipped through those tasks casually, and he was speechless. It is obvious that it is the interstellar era, and the development of science and technology has already replaced most of the manpower.What help guide the way, what traditional arts such as helping schoolgirls carry luggage are not used.

...I really tried my best to match single dogs.

Xiang Shen sighed, pointing to a task that did not require any contact with the freshmen from beginning to end-"Sincerely seek handsome men and beautiful women, stand at the door and hold a banner to show Zulongxing's sunny and aggressive student style", asked Ying Sheng : "Your Highness, how about this one? The conditions are all met, and you don't need to talk to people, it's just based on face, isn't it good?"

His Royal Highness's face is really handsome, and it is completely based on Xiang Shen's aesthetics.When you are not talking, the years are quiet and good. Although the eyebrows and eyes are slightly gloomy, but at the same time, the force has also been raised. They are deep and connotative. As long as you are in a good mood, when you look at people, your eyes are deep and tender.

There is also the tall nose bridge, which perfectly supports the side face, which can be called a hard-shot killer.

Hearing Xiang Chen's words, Ying Sheng snorted, agreeing.

"I don't want to stand with those people," he added, though.

Xiang Shen understood.So he said to the shivering girl over there: "Excuse me, can he take this task alone? I can help out as a volunteer."

Girl: "Okay, okay!"

She helped them complete the claim procedures with superhuman speed, then pointed to the pile of props in the corner, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Everything is there, just take it away."

"……thanks."

Seeing that she was shaking like Parkinson's, Xiang Shen couldn't bear to stay any longer, so he dragged Ying Sheng away.

The two took the banner and came to the school gate where people were coming and going.

As soon as Ying Sheng appeared, the noisy crowd fell silent for a second.

However, the psychological quality of the people here is much higher than that of that girl. Soon, everyone began to communicate casually again, but if there were any eyes, they would always look here, which made Ying Sheng very irritable.

Xiang Shen realized that he seemed to be wrong.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince held down the banner that read "Welcome to students from all over the world, let us spend our youth together, Zulong Academy welcomes you", his face was so dark that he couldn't see any joy at all, and he stood upright at the door, not like In welcoming the new year, it seems to be going to a funeral.

Thinking about it this way, the huge gold-lettered signboard of the Zulong Academy behind him seems a bit inexplicably gloomy.

Xiang Shen shook the banner in his hand, and suggested: "Your Highness, if you really don't want to meet people, why don't you... hold this up higher?"

Anyway, I can hide my face, right?

Maybe he was tired of those sizing up eyes, so after hesitating for a moment, Ying Sheng followed suit.

But Xiang Shen didn't consider a very important point——

The height difference between myself and His Royal Highness the Prince.

Once the youth raised the banner high, he had to keep it level. What happened?Within a few minutes, the two arms were shaking into sieves.

Ying Sheng stared at the undulating banner in his hand, then lowered the height silently.

A little girl who was standing in front of the banner licking a lollipop did not hesitate to throw the lollipop away when she saw his sharp eyes and burst into tears.

"Wow--"

In fact, there were far fewer people at the school gate at this moment, and everyone was also focusing on their own affairs, but the little girl's crying attracted the attention of everyone around.

Xiang Shen frowned, put down the banner, and walked up to her: "Where are your parents?"

The little girl looked to be only two or three years old, with two braids and a bib around her chest, and she wobbled when she walked.He thought to himself, he must have climbed out of some pram.

The little girl sniffed, tears streaming down her face: "I don't know."

Xiang Shen tried to hug her up and coax her, but failed.

Obviously Zheng Huan was still eating sweets just now, but now he is lying on the ground, crying to find his parents.

Xiang Shen was one head and two big. He straightened up and looked around with eyes asking for help, thinking of some kind-hearted person who could help take care of the child, so he went to the radio station to find someone.But after looking around, it seems that no one cares about this matter.

He didn't think about coaxing children at all, but to Xiang Shen's surprise, Ying Sheng seemed to be very confident in himself.

He knelt down and stared at the crying little girl: "Little devil, why are you crying? Do you know who I am?"

The little girl was frightened by his face: "No, I don't know."

Ying Sheng said with a cold face, "I am the prince, do you know what a prince is?"

The little girl forgot to cry. Seeing her nodding blankly, Ying Sheng raised her eyebrows: "It's good to know, I am the prince, and you are my subjects. I said, don't cry, obey the order, stay here obediently, and wait for you." Mom and Dad came to see you, understand?"

"……clear."

He praised Shen: "Your Highness, you can do it."

This was the first time he had seen Ying Sheng use his name as prince to talk about something, but he didn't expect it to be used to fool a little girl. It's really... a bit shameless.

But he doesn't dislike it.

The little girl's parents quickly found them. When they saw that their child was holding on to Ying Sheng's trouser legs, they seemed to faint in the next second—her mother, who was only about 1.6 meters tall. The two-hundred-jin woman who arrived rushed over with a stride, and carried her away with an unbelievable speed.

Maternal love makes her great, and the best way to eliminate fear is to face it!

At this moment, this overweight mother also surpassed herself!

"..."

Ying Sheng looked down at his torn trouser leg and the white calf underneath, and slowly raised his head.

His eyes were fierce as if he wanted to kill someone.

The couple choked up, bowed to Xiang Shen who brought them here, and then ran away from here.

The wide back, which is in a panic, is like two heavy tanks speeding over the African savannah, being chased by a hundred thousand zebras.

——Xiang Shen was amazed.

The author has something to say: The prince has no cards now, but don't worry, he will be there soon, he is really a high-quality attack.Really, trust me.