Road to the Stars

Mu Linle once thought about a question, that is why when discussing soldiers, people in the federation would unconsciously turn the topic on Lu Pinglan.

After looking at Lu Pinglan's photos, he didn't have this doubt anymore. After all, it is reasonable for everyone to care about a young and handsome hero.

Therefore, Mu Linle was not surprised to hear that Bai Ge also turned the topic on Lu Pinglan: "No, I just really like this song. Just now, some viewers said that they felt that it described some characters, and that's why. The character written by the word itself."

Baige saw that he knew very well, so he sat down and looked at him with a look of "waiting for science".

Mu Linle didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to see Xiaolong's serious eyes, who seemed to be quite interested, so he told about this history.

Lu Pinglan was only pretending to be serious at first, the purpose was to cover up his discomfort, but after listening to it, he became really serious.

I feel that this civilization is a little more incredible than he imagined, and it is worth studying.

"It's such a pity," Baige sighed after listening to Mu Linle's science popularization, "If everyone can understand this language, they should be able to better understand the emotion that this song wants to express."

Mu Linle also sighed: "Yeah! So I can't agree with Duff's point of view. If everything is adapted according to the logic of the federal song, maybe the last thing that can be experienced by the human body in the song will disappear!"

Baige thought so too.

He finished with emotion, and then turned the topic back to Lu Pinglan: "Although you didn't post it because of the war, you can also talk about the three major armies! After all, you see, the song you sang is about the Three Kingdoms The story is called the Three Kingdoms, right? Then we happen to be the three armies of the three galaxies."

Mu Linle thought it didn't matter, but since we are friends, besides the business, we still have to gossip to maintain the friendship, so he nodded very cooperatively: "Okay, then you two, let's talk about your favorite things first. Who is the general you like?"

Si Qiao thought for a while and replied, "The one I have the most affection for should be Lieutenant General Zelu of the Second Army."

After he finished speaking, he saw that the two were a little puzzled, so he explained: "Lieutenant General Zelu's wife is a super singer and married him very early, but when the war came, he didn't let his wife participate in the medical treatment." team, just increased the protection of the medical team.”

Mu Linle didn't quite understand the connection between this incident and "the most favorable impression". He intuited that there was a deeper or simpler reason. Sure enough, Si Qiao continued: "Of course, the most important thing is that the people he leads The fleet saved my mother."

This reason is very sincere, and both Baige and Mu Linle are very convincing.

Although Lu Pinglan didn't like the Second Army where 80.00% of the generals came from aristocratic families, he was fine with Zelu. After all, the opponent's status basically depended on himself, and he didn't suffer from the stink of people's eyes being higher than the top.

The next person to speak was Baige: "In my opinion, Marshal Lu is the one I like the most! As for the reasons, they are similar to others. One is because the people who rushed to the rescue of the Yunge Galaxy were from the Third Army. At that time, I thought our Galaxy He will also be involved in the flames of war, and the third army led by Marshal Lu protected our galaxy; secondly... because he is handsome! He is especially handsome with those golden eyes!"

Mu Linle was a little surprised: "Golden eyes? I didn't see this on Xingwang?"

Baige knew he would ask this.He looked at Mu Linle and Si Qiao, who were very interested, and then at the white little dragon who was quite energetic and now lying on Mu Linle's shoulder, drowsy. to the doubts.

This little dragon...isn't it a bit strange?

Seeing his eyes, Mu Linle's heart skipped a beat, and then she reached out and waved in front of his eyes: "What's wrong? My tutu is so cute, are you dumbfounded?"

After being shaken by him like this, Baige's vague doubts were completely dispelled: "Where did I go, by the way, golden eyes! I don't know why the most widely circulated photo shows Marshal Lu's pupils. The color is not golden, but I am sure that his eyes are golden. Because a friend of mine once served in the fleet of Marshal Lu, he showed me a photo. Marshal Lu in the photo has a pair of very beautiful golden eyes. The only The disadvantage is probably...it's too cold, I feel like I'm going to be frozen when I look at the photos."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were amused.

Mu Linle stretched out his hand to stroke the little dragon on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Marshal Lu is not cold, how can he intimidate the enemy? The Marshal Lu I imagined is the kind...very calm, very mature, very serious, and very serious when he looks at him. Someone like a god."

Every time Mu Linle said a word, Xiaolong froze.

Calm, mature, serious, and looks like a god... Who is this imaginary?

Mu Linle noticed Xiaolong's stiffness, and didn't know if he was jealous or as a member of the Third Army, he didn't want to hear them discussing Marshal Lu like this, so he coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Marshal Lu is so loved... "

Xiaolong felt his tail froze from the word "love". Fortunately, Mu Linle had already let go, otherwise Mu Linle would find that he reacted too much to the matter of "Marshal Lu".

Unconsciously, Mu Linle looked at the two who nodded, and continued: "I always feel guilty about discussing such a beloved person? Let me talk about the person I have the most crush on! My favorite It was a driver who saved me..."

Listening to his voice, Lu Pinglan didn't feel the emotion of "jealousy" being soothed, but was filled with shame of "who am I, where am I, and what am I doing".

He wanted to flap his wings and fly away, but he was afraid that he would fall off the horse if he flew away, and his whole body would be bad.

And his worry was obviously very justified. After Mu Linle finished speaking, Bai Ge suddenly said: "The pilot who saved you...could be Marshal Lu!"

Mu Linle was stunned, but Bai Ge continued: "Maybe you don't know very well, Marshal Lu was born as an ace pilot... At that time, Shuihe Star was the first group of planets in the Yunge galaxy that were almost fallen. According to the speed of rescue, The ones that can catch up are either the vanguard warships, or Marshal Lu's own ship. But... I really haven't heard that Marshal Lu has personally piloted a mecha after he was promoted to brigadier general, so maybe I'm thinking too much, maybe the other party Is it just my ship or a member of the vanguard fleet?"

Mu Linle was so stunned by the speculation that Xiaolong might be equal to Marshal Lu, it took him a while to recover: "It should be a member of the Vanguard Fleet..."

Mu Linle murmured, almost daring not to touch Xiaolong on his shoulder.

But thinking about how Marshal Lu could turn into a little dragon as a pet for himself, his mood became more stable: "You are too dreamy. I was saved by Marshal Lu before I died... Listen It’s like I’m the Chosen One.”

Both Bai Ge and Si Qiao laughed, and Si Qiao said jokingly: "I can't tell, what if you are really the chosen one?"

Because of that gossip-like chat, Mu Linle didn't fall asleep until midnight.

He opened his eyes, turned over quietly, turned over quietly again, turned over and over again for a long time, finally couldn't help sitting up quietly, staring at the little dragon's nest on the window sill in a daze.

Although he immediately denied Baige's guess, he always felt...something seemed wrong.

The same golden eyes as Xiaolong, the same ace driver as Xiaolong, and Xiaolong's face that he was almost sure he knew so he couldn't show his face...

"Aren't you asleep?" Mu Linle was stunned for a while, when he heard Xiaolong's baby voice coming from the room.

Mu Linle was embarrassed to say what he was thinking, so he could only respond vaguely.

Xiaolong's eyesight is very good in the dark, he flew over from the nest, landed on Mu Linle's wrist, and then gently swept the back of Mu Linle's hand with his slightly cool tail: "It's getting late, go to sleep , I will start preparing the song for the rematch tomorrow, you haven't started thinking about it yet, have you?"

Listening to his soft voice, Mu Linle stretched out her hand to cover him under her palm and stroked him gently.

It seems to be because at night, the temperature of Xiaolong's body surface is lower, and it feels like jade to the touch.

Mu Linle felt the touch, and the bizarre guesses in his mind were gradually erased by him.

How could Xiaolong be Marshal Lu?Xiaolong is so lazy every day, he doesn't get angry when he touches himself, and every time he is depressed, he will comfort himself considerately... How can such a person be the high-ranking Marshal Lu?

Does he really think he is the chosen one?

After thinking this through, Mu Linle relaxed, and sleepiness also swept through his mind.

He touched Xiaolong again, and then said softly, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm fine. Go to sleep. I'm going to sleep too."

As Mu Linle said, he really lay down.

With nothing to worry about, he quickly fell asleep, but Xiaolong, after flying back to his nest, didn't fall asleep for a long time.

Although Mu Linle didn't have any doubts anymore, he always felt...he didn't seem too far away from the horse...

Mu Linle didn't know what was going on in Xiaolong's heart.

He thought he didn't think about it anymore after thinking too much, stayed in the house and seriously prepared the song for the rematch, and broadcast it live again by the way.

Because there was no notice, the number of viewers this time was "only" eight figures. Mu Linle was very satisfied with this, and even read an extra poem at the end of the live broadcast.

What he was reading was "Moonlight Night on the Spring River". Although everyone didn't understand what he was reading, it didn't prevent them from being mesmerized by Mu Linle's voice, and then went to the forum to scream.

Those who didn't pay special attention to Mu Linle's live broadcast room were stunned by this episode.

Mu Linle's play is completely unreasonable. Shouldn't he promote more and get more votes?

Because of this stunned, Mu Linle's votes skyrocketed again.

Everyone's thoughts are also very simple: don't you like to secretly distribute benefits?Then make you more popular!At that time, there will be more scenes for the rematch, and there will be a lot of attention at ordinary times, so everyone will know that they will not miss it when the benefits are distributed.

This bizarre way of thinking caused No.2, who had finally caught up with Mu Linle, to be thrown far away. Seeing the fans of No.2 crying in the forum, Mu Linle felt very guilty.

He is really innocent!He didn't want to...

Also because of Mu Linle's high popularity, the staff who had previously agreed to Lecce's secret manipulation of the rematch rejected him one after another.

The fate of those judges is still in sight, they don't want to die.Yu Yin's treatment is so good, and their status in the industry is so high, if they are fired by Yu Yin... then there will be no hope for the rest of their lives.

Lecce was half-dead in anger at their ignorance, and turned back to vent his anger on the boy.

The boy was used to it, if he hadn't bumped into a servant when he limped back to his room, he probably wouldn't have felt any different from his previous experience this time.

After being knocked down, he got up very hard, and then went back to the room silently. After confirming that the surroundings were safe, he carefully opened the note and read the words on it.

"Do you still like Qin? Do you want to prove your innocence?"

Looking at these two sentences, the boy who always thought he had let go suddenly burst into tears.

Years and months of experience had made him afraid to cry, but that silent crying seemed no less sad than howling.

He didn't cry for a long time. After crying for a minute, he wiped away his tears, not daring to let his eye sockets have any abnormalities.

He sniffed, and then prepared his reply according to the back of the paper ball.

He didn't know what the other party was going to do, and he didn't care what the other party was thinking, as long as someone believed that he was innocent, he could die for this person.

The author has something to say: About almost falling off the horse.

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