Real men don't engage in fake gays [Interstellar]

If possible, Lu Mingze felt that it would be best if he and Auston could not meet for a period of time, or they could only communicate through electronic products.

But no, he still has to go to the basement of the Marquis Mansion to practice the mecha.

To die, mecha is now a forbidden word in his life.

But Oston is a person with self-control. After that, he never disturbed Lu Mingze's practice. I don't know how he did it. He can behave so naturally, as if nothing happened between them, and the relationship is still the same as before. .

However, Lu Mingze was very satisfied with Auston's attitude, and it was more comfortable to get along with him this way.

"Can I change to a mecha?"

Lu Mingze smiled and pointed to the yellow "first machine": "I really don't want to go in."

Auston also looked at Lu Mingze with a smile: "It's all your own stuff, what do you dislike."

Lu Mingze kicked him in the lower three lanes, and Auston quickly dodged, leaning against the "first machine" with his arms folded: "And it has been cleaned by the robot housekeeper, there is nothing, don't mind it. "

"I refuse!" Lu Mingze felt that he was playing tricks on himself.

Auston smiled softly, and tapped the "first machine" he was leaning on: "Aze, can you be more mature, I should actually be the one who cares, after all, this is the mecha that carried my childhood."

"..."

"Don't you like that it can go to heaven? You are too fickle."

Lu Mingze turned around and left: "Goodbye." He was sure now that this guy was just playing with him.

Auston looked at Lu Mingze's back, saw that he was really going to leave, and sighed heavily: "Okay, then you can change it and choose it yourself."

Then Lu Mingze stopped his footsteps, stood in the distance and squinted at him: "Really?"

Auston raised his eyebrows: "Of course, when did I lie to you?"

"often."

"That's your illusion, even if you really cheated, it doesn't include this time."

Lu Mingze couldn't help applauding his brazenness in his heart, but he still didn't leave. He passed the yellow "Number One Machine" and came to the corner of the wall to carefully select in front of the mechas lined up.

Auston suddenly said again: "But I don't recommend you to do that. You had a good run-in with the 'first machine' before, and you have to run in again if you change to another one, and the 'first machine' is very suitable for beginners."

Lu Mingze stopped for a while, turned around and asked him: "Don't lie to me, don't we have to use the mechas provided by the military academy when we take the military academy entrance exam? What's the use even if it works well?"

"You are only talking about a small number of civilians. Most people will still prepare mechas by themselves. This is not a violation."

Orston explained: "Most of the people who can enter the military academy are the children of nobles or descendants of soldiers. They usually inherit the mechas used by their elders. This is not just a matter of money, it even represents a kind of honor."

Lu Mingze curled his lips: "I can't use your mecha, don't I want to pretend I don't know you?"

Auston froze for a moment, Lu Mingze only captured the moment, Auston then smiled and said: "No one has seen my No. [-] machine."

Lu Mingze glanced at him and said nothing. He always felt that Auston really didn't consider this point just now, or he forgot it in a flash, and didn't think that their relationship would be exposed because of this.This is very different from his usual meticulous way of thinking. Lu Mingze understands such a simple truth, so how could Auston ignore it?

Lu Mingze frowned, and couldn't help but glance at Auston again—a bit strange.

"Forget it, I'll take the civilian route. I can't pretend to be a nobleman. There will be more and more loopholes, and it will be easier to reveal my secrets."

Auston didn't force Lu Mingze any more, he agreed, perhaps more like acquiescing, he leaned against the wall and fell silent, lost in thought.

Lu Mingze directly chose a mecha that looked pleasing to the eye and climbed on it. After touching the control panel for a long time, it suddenly occurred to him that it might require Auston's fingerprint to unlock it.He leaned out of the cockpit and saw Oston still leaning against the wall like a statue, so he called him, "Oston, help unlock the lock."

Auston reacted very quickly, he didn't seem to be in a daze at all. As soon as Lu Mingze called him, he came over, but he didn't go to sit in the co-pilot's seat, he just stretched out his hand and pressed it on the control panel, and then smiled Withdraw your hand.

"Okay."

Lu Mingze was hesitant when he was about to close the hatch. He didn't know whether Auston would sit in, but the other party took the initiative to say: "Try it yourself, I've taught you the basics, and you'll get used to it. It should be manageable."

Lu Mingze nodded, and joked with him: "I try not to hit it against the wall."

He closed the cockpit door, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly. Lu Mingze sighed slightly, and the assistant robot appeared on a small screen: "Hi, welcome back, I am 147, and I am very happy to serve you."

Lu Mingze turned on the lights in the cockpit and muttered, "Why doesn't this one even have a name, it's just a number... Could it mean the 147th mech?"

But this kind of gossip is just something he murmured in his heart, and it's not interesting to delve into it. The more he gets along with Auston, the more he can understand his boringness, and it's normal to have such a naming method.

Lu Mingze practiced by himself throughout the next night, and Auston occasionally corrected his movements through the walkie-talkie. Otherwise, the two did not communicate.

After Lu Mingze got off the mecha, Oston asked him how he felt, and he said with a smile: "It feels good, do you think I can pass the exam with my current skills?"

"More than enough."

"Then I won't come here anymore."

Auston didn't comment, just stared at Lu Mingze, who smiled and said: "It can't be too good, and it shouldn't be too bad, so as not to attract others' attention. I was too high-profile in the last exam, so I will People are watching, if I take the middle position, maybe there will be nothing wrong with William."

Auston subconsciously asked, "William?"

"Friends who grew up together. Every year on Snow Planet, there is one place to be admitted to the military academy. We came together that year, and he passed the exam. I failed because of the pheromone."

Lu Mingze sighed regretfully: "The old ancestor is right, the golden mean is the way of survival."

Auston couldn't help laughing out loud: "You really have a lot of truths."

Lu Mingze sometimes feels that Auston really belongs to the group of people with high EQ. Sometimes he makes people uncomfortable, and he does it on purpose. In other words, he knows that it will be unpleasant, so he does it on purpose. If he Yes, I believe everyone will be willing to be friends with him.For example, there were many times when Lu Mingze consciously or subconsciously revealed his idioms on earth, but Auston never once pursued them, and occasionally showed curiosity, but only passed them by.

Auston, who has a friendly smile on the surface, is a pair of bones made of steel, cold and hard.

"This is what the elders said. If you don't remember it, you will be beaten."

Lu Mingze pointed to the door: "I should go back, you must be very busy recently, see you at the military academy."

Auston stared at him a few times, then said with a smile, "Okay, see you at the military academy."

After Auston sent Lu Mingze away, he went to Basalk Prison. The jailer greeted him when he saw him, but Auston had no expression on his face.The jailer was surprised—he had seen this officer often recently, and sometimes he could talk to him. He was very gentle with everyone at any time. Even though he knew he was in a high position, the jailer couldn't help but feel close Feeling.

I didn't expect him to be so scary when he wasn't smiling.

Auston walked forward while unbuttoning his uniform. He also unbuttoned two shirt buttons inside and let out a deep breath, as if something strangled his neck and made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Has prisoner No. 3 been recruited?"

The jailer was very impressed with the prisoner in cell No. 3, because the adult came to interrogate him almost every day, and the prisoner received various punishments, but the prisoner was very stubborn and refused to speak no matter how tortured he was.

The jailer quickly followed: "Not yet, his mouth is too hard."

"You put him to sleep?"

The jailer shook his head: "Don't worry about that, there are four people in shifts watching him, and he hasn't slept for five days."

Alston hummed thoughtfully: "It's almost the limit."

The jailer hesitated and said, "That man..."

"Ok?"

"He committed suicide several times and went on a hunger strike. We rescued him according to your instructions, but he said he wanted to see you alone, and then he refused to speak."

Alston nodded, took off his uniform and put it on the chair next to him.As he walked towards the cell where the man was, he loosened his collar, undid his cuff buttons, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt for a distance, exposing his forearms.

——Auston doesn't look like he's at work, but rather like he's at home, the most relaxed state.

The thin man's limbs are bound and firmly bound to the stool with wide restraint belts. His arms are sunken behind him and his legs are tied straight together. The whole figure is bound with wide tape into a cocoon.He was probably too sleepy, with blank expressions on his face, but two bright incandescent lamps were deliberately lit in the cell, and he would be forced to wake up if he fell asleep, and he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

After Oston entered the room, he sat down on a chair opposite the man. When the man saw him, his eyes widened. He seemed to want to rush over, or to curse, but his mouth was also tied with a rope. Unable to speak, the chair was tied to his body, and he lost his center of gravity as soon as he struggled, and fell face down on the ground.Oston raised his chin expressionlessly towards the opposite side, and someone came over, helped the man up, and made him sit up again.

"You look at me like this, do you want to recruit?"

The man couldn't speak, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes staring at Oston were also very scary. It was not so much that he wanted to recruit something, but that the dying man saw his enemy and returned to the light.

Auston was so stared at that the corners of his lips curled up, and he showed a weird smile—to be honest, he had heard all kinds of vicious words and seen all kinds of vicious characters during the interrogation process. Prisoners who do not respond to changes are the most troublesome.

If a person has no emotions, it will be difficult to find his weakness, and the interrogation will reach a deadlock.

"You want to talk to me? Unfortunately, I'm not in a good mood right now and I don't want to talk. If I hear nonsense that I don't want to hear, I may do things that I can't control. To be safe, you should listen to me."

The man whimpered. He seemed to want to stand up, but he was pinned down by the jailer, unable to move at all.

Alston changed his relaxed position, put his leg on the other leg, and leaned in the chair with his head propped on one hand.He stared at the other party in this posture for a long time, and then said with a smile: "You are a nobleman."

The man was indifferent to this statement, or all his reactions were bound in restraints, unable to answer yes or no, but Alston caught the change in his expression.

He smiled and said, "However, there are too many nobles on the main star, and there are too many nobles who are not in the imperial capital. Which little-known little noble are you?"

At first, he thought that this person was so loyal to the "master" behind him, until he noticed a small detail of the other person's body.He found that there was a shallow callus on the outer edge of his little finger. Calluses could be formed in this kind of place, but it was only the calluses produced by friction when putting the teacup. Those who have this habit are people of status, even if they are not nobles.

Ordinary people don't have those stinky problems.

Auston thought of more from this. If this person is a nobleman, then many things can be guessed more clues. As a bargaining chip for loyalty, family honor is always more durable and reliable than personal feelings. Auston believes that the family can have a place on the main star in the future, and standing behind someone.

Even if the declining nobles perish, they still have to embrace their so-called "glory" dreams. No matter how many thorns they walk on the road and how bloody their feet are, they still have to pretend to walk forward with a graceful smile.

Auston chuckled: "Then you must be standing behind a certain prince."

He flicked his fingers forward, and the jailer on the side walked over, hesitating whether to untie him, and Oston smiled and said, "It's nothing, let him talk."

The rope around his mouth was untied, but the other party unexpectedly did not speak.Since he attempted to go on a hunger strike, the jailers only gave him the basic nutrients needed for life activities through intravenous injections, and did not give him anything to eat. This also prevented prisoners from swallowing food and choking themselves to death.So he is still very weak now, and the struggle just now is enough to exhaust him, so at this moment, he only stares at Alston panting heavily, with nothing but hatred and unwillingness in his eyes.

Auston was not in a hurry to urge him, but just waited quietly for the other party to speak. The man was silent for a long time, and he still didn't mention any prince: "Since you know so much about declining nobles, you should know why I was pushed out! If I had a choice, I would rather have nothing to do with the so-called nobles!"

Alston pressed his chin lightly with his hand, and frowned, as if he was weighing the truth of what he said.The other party has been tossed too hard these days, and he is worried that Auston will torture him again, but he is not only afraid of Auston, he seems to have something more fearful than him.

"So you really don't know who your 'master' is."

Auston spread his hands helplessly: "Okay, then I'll just ask you a question."

If you are being used as a scapegoat.

The man watched Alston nervously, afraid that he would let himself reveal who was behind the Garrison Lab fund.

"Say your last name."