All the stars thought I was ALPHA

Asa sat on the bed in the medical room of the Marshal's Mansion, looking at the old man with a mustache on his chin, who was clearly the face of Hua Guo. After seeing the old man pick up a long silver needle, he finally grabbed it Holding Edmund's hand next to him, he couldn't help breaking the silence in the room: "If he stabs me with that needle later, you will knock me out."

I don't know why, he shouldn't be afraid of injections, but after seeing the sharp and slender silver needle, he still felt a burst of sincere fear in his heart.

It was as if someone had used a needle to scratch the bleeding hole on his body. This feeling of being enveloped in pain even made him feel like he was in a forest of needles for a moment.

"I just put the needle back, Mr. Greer Jr."

Zhou Chunfeng, the royal medical doctor who was on vacation today, put the needle back into the medical box with a smile. He was very kind to Asa's seal. Looking at him was like looking at his little grandson, but Asa looked more naughty than him. The naughty grandson is much softer.

Edmund was still focused on checking if there were any other wounds on his body. He vomited blood before because he was injured by the smoke in the cockpit, and OMEGA was weak, so it was so scary. Hearing Asa's words, first Regardless of Edmund's bewilderment, Carlisle couldn't help laughing long ago: "It's been a long time since I saw that expression on the face of that old bastard Cleland, it's almost like being pointed out in public under his hat It’s the same as the fact that I don’t have a single hair.” He looked at Asa, who had thin arms and legs and exuded the aura of “I’m easy to bully”, and shook his head with a smile. , but the true nature, today I apologize to you on his behalf, Asa."

Asa tilted his head to look at Edmund, but Edmund didn't raise his head, and continued to concentrate on checking his body: "Ressel is the child of my father's friend."

Ressel's father is the chief supervisor of the Apache District, and he has had friendship with Carlisle for more than [-] years. He is not in the Appal District today, so it is not wrong for Carlisle to apologize to Asa instead.

Edmund saw that there was no injury on the visible skin on his body, and planned to take off his clothes for inspection, then turned around and "invited" Zhou Chunfeng and Carlisle, who were about to continue chatting, out.

"Yo, major general, what's the matter?" Zhou Chunfeng pretended to be surprised, and said to Carlisle with a smile, "Do you want to be monopolized?"

Carlisle looked at the old and the young waiting at the other end of the corridor, put away the smile on his face, and patted Zhou Chunfeng on the shoulder, almost staggering the elderly Mr. Zhou.

"Teacher?" Ressel raised his hand and shook it in front of Cleland's eyes, "Teacher, are you okay?"

Ressel's protective clothing was forcibly taken away by Mills before leaving the training base, saying that he was using it for research. Now he is only wearing a loose training suit, and his hair is also curled up by the fire, but compared to his Cleland's situation seems to be worse.

The corners of Cleland's eyes kept twitching, and there was something wrong with his whole body. It didn't look like he was injured or stimulated, but more like he was afraid of something.

This kind of emotional change can even affect people, and even Ressel felt a little uneasy.

Hearing Ressel's words, Cleland raised his head in a daze, and shook his head: "It's all right, it's just that... the old//trouble with a headache has happened again."

"What's wrong?" A slightly sullen voice sounded. Hearing this voice, Cleland almost trembled all over. He turned around tremblingly, and looked at Carlisle who had come before him, not daring to raise his head.

Ressel looked at it strangely, but Carlisle's posture obviously meant to have a private conversation with Cleland, so he politely saluted and left.

"There is a saying in Huaguo that it is difficult to grow good bamboo shoots from bad bamboos. I never thought that you, a teacher with bad conduct, can still teach good students." Instead, he was a smiling fox, and this ambiguous attitude coupled with his attire made Cleland even more at a loss as he didn't know what to say: "Marshal, I... "

"I heard from Byron," Carlisle bent down, and whispered in Cleland's ear, "Asa's and Ressel's mechas are new models that you have recently researched?"

Cold sweat broke out on Clareland's forehead: "Yes, yes..."

"Mr. Cleland, I read you as a teacher when you were old. You made great contributions to the establishment of Wright's first planet, but I don't think it's because you betrayed Wright's first planet and all the planetary citizens. Reason?" Carlisle glanced at him, "If your students knew that their beloved teacher, Mr. Cleland, whom they respected as a patriot, was colluding with interstellar pirates, how would they react?"

Cleland's legs gave way, and he almost knelt in front of Carlisle, but it was Carlisle who gave him a hand so that he wouldn't break his old bones.

"I'll give you a chance." Carlisle let go of his hand, stood up straight, and looked condescendingly at the old man who had half stepped into the grave, "If you are willing to cherish this opportunity, I promise, I won't tell you Asa's mecha has been tampered with, and you will continue to be a bright teacher, respected and famous."

Cleland nodded almost immediately. He colluded with the interstellar pirates and tampered with Asa's mech. These two points alone could have kept him in the interstellar prison for the rest of his life. If Carlisle was more ruthless, he would An old life has to be taken in.

He doesn't want to die yet, even if he has already committed a serious crime, even if he is a running dog, it is better than having nothing after death.

He's not a good guy, but he doesn't want to be a pure bad guy either.

Carlisle turned and walked away, without looking back, he said: "At this time tomorrow, someone will send you a message, follow it."

Cleland suddenly collapsed on the ground, and took a long time to let out a long breath. His whole body seemed to be ten years older again.

"My lord, why did you pass false news to him?" Byron was waiting for Carlisle outside the door. He heard the conversation between them. It stands to reason that the crimes committed by Cleland could completely exile him to the wilderness. Go there, it is much more terrifying than the interstellar prison.

Carlisle stepped onto his special mech, looked at the floating screen center console that had been around for some years, the traces on it were like his memory, he couldn't erase it, and he didn't want to erase it.

"This mech belongs to Angus. He used the money he had saved for a long time to search everywhere for the materials I like, and built it himself." Carlisle didn't answer him, but just watched the floating screen bouncing back and forth. The name of the owner of the mecha, as if recalling something.

Angus Lasmere.

"Cleland is Angus' teacher after all."

……

"Don't look, Mr. Edmund." Asa pulled the thin blanket on the hospital bed to cover himself. Edmund stripped off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts, so he was stared at like this. He is really not used to it.

Edmund said solemnly: "I'm just checking." Then he went to pull his blanket.

Asa simply covered himself in the quilt, his ears were hot, and he was checking things, which sounded shameful.

"Come out, it's going to be boring." Edmund dug him out of the blanket, took off his coat, and wrapped it around him, "That's all right."

Asa looked at the blanket, and then at the coat on his body, and couldn't help shrinking into the clothes. His own frame was small, and when he shrank like this, his whole body was nestled into a small ball, which looked very soft.

So Edmund touched his hair directly.

Asa was stunned, apparently not expecting Edmund to be like this, so Edmund looked at his bewildered expression, and pinched his little face again.

Edmund: "Soft."

It's like the custard buns I ate when I was a child, except that this custard bun is mixed with red wine, and the milky fragrance has a bit of an alluring aroma of wine, which makes people want to taste it.

Asa almost didn't come up in one breath: "Major General, do you understand what you are doing now? You are called playing..."

"It's called, you belong to me." Edmund interrupted him before he could say the word "rogue." "This place belongs to me."

His finger slid down the side of Asa's face, slid to Asa's lips, and nodded at the corner of his mouth. There seemed to be something different in those deep blue eyes, gentle and affectionate.

"This is mine too." Edmund's fingers slid across his thin chin and stopped on his delicate collarbone.

"And here." The finger went around Asa's earlobe, and came to the small protrusion at the back of his neck, and stroked it gently, causing Asa to tremble.

Asa could feel the calluses on Edmund's fingertips, and when Edmund's fingers stroked him, a strange and wonderful, overwhelming feeling spread from the glands at the back of his neck to his whole body, and he stared at Looking into Edmund's eyes: "... Mr. Edmund?"

"I'm here." Edmund approached him and looked at his eyes that were gradually becoming confused. Stars were shining in those black eyes, and they also cast a starlight in his deep blue sea.

"Mr. Edmund..." Asa murmured, slowly fell forward, was caught by Edmund, hugged him into his arms, and Edmund's big hand patted him lightly on the back, this feeling It made him drowsy, but he still held on a little bit, "...Why do I feel at ease when I'm with you?"

Edmund picked him up with one hand, put on his coat with the other hand, looked at his fluttering eyelashes, and lowered his head to kiss his eyes.

"..."

Edmund said something, but Asa didn't hear clearly, he leaned against Edmund's chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

This feeling of being surrounded by Edmund's pheromone made him feel very safe. Driven almost by instinct, he reached out and grabbed the clothes on Edmund's chest.

"Sleep, I'm here, Asa, I'm here."