Alternative Rival

In the chilling conference room.

The 3D-printed portrait is lifelike, with a delicate baby face, big eyes, and even a small proud curve of Lin Jian's mouth that others don't notice.

Lin Jian looked at the painting, and the people in the painting were also looking at her.

She blinked and pursed her lips: "I don't know what's going on, I don't know her."

After the meeting ended, Jiao Qun left Lin Jian alone.

"Is it a coincidence? The appearance of the soul is randomly generated during the process of turning into a body. It is not ruled out that there is a possibility of a similar appearance. Besides, even if you are born exactly the same, the two of you may not necessarily be the same soul."

Lin Jian tapped her fingers rhythmically on the conference table.

"Tianxiu people don't leave corpses when they die. Why did the ancient royal family have tombs?" Lin Jian didn't seem to hear Jiao Qun's question at all. He raised his head and asked, "Old Jiao, why do you think so?"

"So far, we have discovered dozens of tombs of members of the royal family. They are all clothes tombs. They may be out of a certain need to show the status of nobility. Since the founding marshal established the Republic, we have never seen the tombs since the new era. .”

"Don't you think this explanation is far-fetched?"

"So what if it's far-fetched?"

"No." Lin Jian said lightly, looked away, and continued typing on the table, "I don't think it's a coincidence."

Jiao Qun was almost dizzy by this brat, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. Lin Jian was talking about the painting this time, so he asked, "What's the reason?"

"Feel."

Focus Qun: "..."

Can't talk anymore!

The glass window of the conference room poured down an orange sun, and Lin Jian's eyebrows and eyes were covered in that light. She turned her head and looked out of the window. Opening up, the earth-gray mausoleum that has been dug not far away seems to be suddenly endless.

"New Era..." she murmured.

On the same day, the news that the newly unearthed mausoleum portrait was exactly the same as that of a first-year freshman in the Computer Department of Yutian Military Academy was reported to the military headquarters.

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Relying on their natural racial advantages, Princess Nine actually followed all the way without being discovered by Bo Jue and the others. It was not until they reached the transit point that they were about to carry the aircraft back to the space station that Princess Nine had no choice but to jump out.

Bo Jue saw a white light coming towards her, so she slapped her with a conditioned reflex, and slapped Princess Nine into the soft sand, leaving only half of her round white buttocks, with her short legs kicking outside.

Bo Jue stepped forward and pulled her out.

"It's you?"

The nine princesses turned into a human form, and stood upright: "It's me, I have something to ask you."

Zhao Qingge raised his eyebrows and couldn't help being surprised: "You're looking for me?"

Ninth Princess nodded seriously.

Bo Jue looked at Zhao Qingge, Zhao Qingge flicked her forehead, and said to Princess Jiu, "Let's go and talk."

They didn't chat for too long. At first, they were facing Bo Jue sideways, but later they all turned their backs to her. The backs of two people, one big and one small, wished to see Bo Jue, who stretched his neck ten feet away. Very curious.

After the ninth princess finished speaking, she went back. Bo Jue immediately grabbed Zhao Qingge's shoulder and asked, "What did you say?"

"This is a secret that belongs to both of us."

When Bo Jue stared, Zhao Qingge went to pinch her face, one pinch was not enough, another pinch was needed.Bo Jue saved her face from her hands, full of sourness: "Does she like you? I think she is always looking behind in the secret passage today."

"Have you found it?"

"I found it." Bo Jue actually didn't pay attention at the time, but now thinking about it with a hypothetical premise, she is full of doubts everywhere, "Also, when she said thank you, she turned to me, and she didn't dare Look at you, did she confess to you just now? Why didn't you let me hear it!"

Zhao Qingge: "..."

Bo Jue: "You talk, why don't you talk?"

Zhao Qingge: "...don't make trouble."

Bo Jue puffed her face and pouted, "Then give me a kiss."

Zhao Qingge still said the same words, even showing a trace of impatience: "Don't make trouble."

Bo Jue turned her face away silently, sulking.After a while, his chin was pinched by a warm hand, and he turned around forcibly. The taste of the black tea he drank in the palace just now wafted over the tip of his tongue.

Bo Jue didn't worry about the nine and eight princesses at all, those people couldn't take Zhao Qingge away, she just wanted to experience the feeling of being spoiled and arrogated, Zhao Qingge must have liked her more and more, otherwise she wouldn't let her go.

After returning to the dormitory, it was natural to have some intimacy again, lingering until midnight.

The formal internship started the next day, and I ran outside for several days in a row, and was not brought back until dark.Zhao Qingge has completely settled in Bo Jue's place. I don't know if it is Bo Jue's illusion. Zhao Qingge seems to have become very gentle and considerate. Although he still hates her and hates her, the number of times decreases geometrically. I kept looking at the mirror on the wall, but I didn't find a flower growing on my face. Why?

"Zhao Qingge." She poked out half of her head from the bathroom, her hair was hidden in the shower cap, and the water vapor evaporated, making it foggy, and said, "I didn't take my pajamas, please help me."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Zhao Qingge stopped the pen in his hand, found Bo Jue's pajamas at the bedside, walked to the door and handed them over.

Bo Jue immediately grabbed her wrist, smirked, and pulled her in.

The bathroom was in a mess, and Bo Jue stepped out blushing, and stood for a while leaning against the wall with weak legs, before giving Zhao Qingge's pajamas to her. A piece of white paper with a black ballpoint pen on it with the cap open.

She walked over curiously, removed the pen, and picked it up to read.

Zhao Qingge didn't have much talent for painting, but the lines of the military layout were straight and clear at a glance, which was comparable to that of a brain.Bo Jue felt very proud, but watched as the smile gradually solidified on her face. This was clearly the troop distribution map of the base where they practiced, as well as the various command rooms, power ship cabins, classification of arms, how many people were there in each barracks, Along these arrangements, a thin red line flows like a fish from the entrance of the base, and flows out of the exit.

Bo Jue had attended a command training class, and after a little analysis, he could see that the red line was the offensive route. There were also several blue circles circled on this piece of paper, and numbers were marked inside the circles, representing the strength of the troops. This picture Mostly done.

"Why are you drawing this?" Bo Jue shook the paper in his hand, and asked Zhao Qingge strangely who had just come out of the bathroom.

Zhao Qingge brushed his hair, not paying attention: "Draw it and practice your hands, don't I often draw these things?"

"That's true, but this can't be leaked, otherwise it will leak military secrets." Bo Jue asked Zhao Qingge to sit down, and pulled the cord of the hair dryer to dry her hair. "Why don't you draw on the terminal and suddenly use paper?" Pen?"

"Practice."

"I know, didn't you just say that? What I said was why we use real pens and paper."

Zhao Qingge didn't turn his head back, he raised his hand and easily pulled Bo Jue's hand that was running through her hair to his chest, wrapped his fingers around her knuckles, and repeated it slowly and softly: "I said, practice your hand!" .”

The slender and strong fingers clamped her fingertips, sometimes pulled out forcefully, sometimes relaxed, and then inserted back, as if they were not just holding her hand, but were implicitly implying something else, Bo Jue's heart skipped a beat. Tight, the joy in the bathroom just now came to mind again, she clamped her legs tightly, as if the other party's fingers were still in her body, she couldn't help but blush and her heart beat.

What happened next, Bo Jue lost her memory. She almost lost her memory function due to Zhao Qingge's superficial teasing. She only relied on mechanical memory to dry her hair, hung up the hair dryer, and her body was already unbearably wet. Zhao Qingge picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed, covered her body, and buried her fingers unimpeded in the long-awaited wet swamp.

At the same time sealed her lips.

Bo Jue snorted lightly in comfort, thinking it was a dream.

A long and beautiful blend of milk and milk.

Bo Jue woke up in the darkness, the room was lit up like beans, and it was a flashlight on the terminal. Zhao Qingge was leaning over the desk, and the shadow fell on the wall, which was extraordinarily long, naturally and truly reflected the light in her hand. The ballpoint pen on it.

Bo Jue wanted to ask her to come up to sleep, so what's the point of practicing at this late hour, even if she wanted to practice... She secretly thought shamelessly in her heart, it would be good if she could not practice on her, could she not be better than those dead things?

But Zhao Qingge had already put down his pen.

She was overjoyed, thinking that Zhao Qingge was coming back to rest, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.There was a very soft sound of paper being rolled up, and then she felt Zhao Qingge's gaze fall on her face, the sound of extremely light footsteps that were hard to detect, and... the sound of the door opening and closing.

Bo Jue jumped up from the bed, the remaining sleepiness disappeared completely, where is Zhao Qingge going so late?Still have that blueprint?By the way, seeing her back just now, it seems that she is not wearing pajamas, but neatly dressed, obviously ready to go out.

Before she had time to think about it, she rolled up the hanging military uniform, took off her nightgown, didn't even wear her underwear, put on a vest, grabbed her coat and ran out. Except for the first step, her feet softened a little, the other actions It can be called the highest standard of emergency assembly.

Gu Nian thought that in the dormitory building, Zhao Qingge didn't walk too fast. When Bo Jue went down to the bottom of the building, he saw a figure hurrying past the corner. The military boots glowed dimly under the moonlight. The Pleiades are always peaceful. The military also doesn't give special treatment to students—these future soldiers, so there is no heavy guard here, and the few sparse patrols are easily bypassed by Zhao Qingge, followed closely by Bo Jue.

Due to the crushing of ability, as long as Bo Jue wanted to hide, Zhao Qingge would not find out that she followed her from the beginning to the end.Walking all the way to a place tens of miles away from the space station, the moonlight is like silver fragments, and there is a brighter light among the silver fragments, which almost blends into one body under the snow-white moonlight.

Zhao Qingge walked over, and the light turned into a person, no, it was a person, only up to Zhao Qingge's chest, with two small buns tied on his head, looking up and saying something to Zhao Qingge.

How familiar was this scene, exactly the same as the previous two days, Bo Jue slightly opened her eyes, it was the nine princesses of the Pleiadian royal family.

Zhao Qingge took out a roll of things from his bosom and handed it to her. It was the map she had drawn at night, the layout of the Tianxiu people's military base in the Pleiades.

They talked for a while while facing the blueprint again, the ninth princess seemed to nod seriously, and left.

The doubts in Bo Jue's heart became more and more intense. Zhao Qingge looked up at the moon and was about to go back. She fled back before Zhao Qingge and lay down under the blanket.Zhao Qingge came back with the night dew on her body. She took off her uniform and changed back into her nightgown. She rubbed the skin on her arms and neck to warm her before she nestled in and hugged Bo Jue.

Like every day and night before, Bo Jue spontaneously clung to her, hugged her neck, kissed aimlessly on her arm, and whispered: "Zhao Qingge, where have you been?"

"You didn't go anywhere, you were dreaming."

"Well... I dreamed that there was a big monster chasing me, and I fell off the cliff."

"It's so big, why do you still have this kind of dream? Big monsters can't beat you, what are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of you."

"What are you afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid you're not by my side."

"Sweet words." Zhao Qingge smiled slightly in the dark, found Bo Jue's lips and kissed them with incomparable precision. She put her hand on the back of Bo Jue's head, pressed her forehead together, and said softly, "I won't leave you."

"I think I'm still dreaming now, did you talk to me about love?"

"Do you want to keep listening?"

"think."

"I love you."

The next day, before dawn, the two woke up from the sound of the assembled horns, dressed in silence, and without waiting for anyone, Zhao Qingge went back to his room, Bo Jue looked at the table, the pen was still there, The paper was gone.

Was everything she saw last night a dream?

A big stone was suddenly pressed on her heart, and she was so preoccupied. When they went out together, she couldn't help but ask, "Where did the blueprint you drew last night go? I was going to clean it up just now, but it disappeared, no It must have been blown away by the wind."

"I took it in the morning."

"Oh, all right."

Bo Jue quietly lowered her eyes.

Liar, she didn't see Zhao Qingge touch that table at all in the morning, nor did she see her take anything out.