Mecha little prince

The glutinous rice balls made by the restaurant that specializes in hot-boiled mutton are actually delicious.

The little prince ordered another bowl after eating one. If Chen Jinghui was not afraid that he would be full and would not be able to eat mutton later, he might order two more bowls.

Scratching the bottom of the bowl with a spoon, and eating the last sip of fermented glutinous rice, the little prince narrowed his round eyes lazily, and licked his wet lips with insatiable desire: "It would be great if the canteen provided glutinous rice balls."

Chen Jinghui looked at his slowly flushed cheeks, and touched his forehead worriedly: "Are you okay?"

The little prince said: "There's no need to worry about mere wine!"

Yang Huacheng picked up a chopstick of mutton for him: "Try it."

The little prince grabbed the chopsticks and ate slowly. After eating for a while, his head began to doze off bit by bit.

Shan Menglong noticed his abnormality, leaned over to ask, Chen Jinghui said angrily: "I didn't know he would get drunk after eating Jiuniang Yuanzi."

"Who's drunk?"

The little drunk had sharp ears, so he immediately straightened his back and squinted his eyes to look over.

Once the beautiful and pretty face is straightened, there is a bit of calm and prestige.

Chen Jinghui quickly made a zipper gesture to his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen was in the middle of the wine table next door, hearing some clues, he immediately popped up.

Yang Huacheng gestured at him that he was more drunk than the little prince, and when he turned around, he saw the little prince staring at him blankly, and immediately withdrew his hand guiltily.

The little prince sat blankly in front of the empty bowl for a while, looked around, but there was still no one to refill, and he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

The rules in this palace are really getting looser and looser, so many people are just equal to him, but they all only care about eating for themselves, and don't know how to serve him well first!

The more the little prince thought about it, the more wronged he became, he suddenly stood up and scolded: "Everything is presumptuous!"

Lin Chen had already got up and walked here, seeing this, he immediately supported his shoulder: "Is there something uncomfortable?"

The little prince hummed: "I feel uncomfortable."

Du Rui looked at the other people who were also sluggish, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't we just win the qualifying competition? What else is uncomfortable?"

Both Yang Huacheng and Chen Jinghui made "drunk" gestures at him.

Du Rui picked up the Sprite and looked at it: "Can you get drunk even after drinking Sprite?"

When Chen Jinghui came out to surrender, he immediately drew criticism from everyone.

Lin Chen pulled away the chair, helped the little prince out of the seat, and said to the others: "Let's go sit somewhere else."

The little prince was a little sleepy, he stuck to him in a daze, his feet limply followed.

Lin Chen half hugged and half dragged him to the window seat in the corner, facing the busy street outside the window.

The little prince squinted his eyes to look outside, and said after a long time: "It's very noisy here."

"……Um."

Lin Chen found that the little black fan has a lot of addiction to drama.

The waiter prepares hangover soup every day. It tastes sweet and sour, very appetizing.

When it was brought to his mouth at first, the little prince frowned, took a sip with Lin Chen's hand, and sipped it with his mouth shut. He felt good, then picked up the bowl with both hands, and drank it in one gulp.

Lin Chen looked sideways at him.

Drunk little black fans are also obedient and well-behaved, unlike those drunks who have no restraint.

Just thinking about it, I heard Qiu Yiming say loudly: "I am so happy that the small shop won Suhuo today! I have seen Tan Lidong not pleasing to the eye for a long time. If Lin Chen didn't say anything, I would have killed him 800 years ago. down."

Zhao Kai excitedly continued: "Did you see Tan Lidong's face? His whole body turned green. Those who didn't know it thought there was a green riverside grass growing in the gymnasium."

Disturbed by the sound, the little prince looked in the direction of the table in annoyance, and suddenly said: "Father, who is making such loud noises, so presumptuous? Why don't you care?"

Lin Chen: "..."

All his attention was focused on the word "Father Emperor".

Although he also thought about whether he was a little older and wanted a child to be a child, so he was extra indulgent to the little prince, but his birthday hadn't come yet, and he hadn't worshiped in the temple. The grown-up eldest son... was a real surprise.

"Father?"

The little prince was in a daze, he only knew that he was leaning on the person who made him feel at ease.

Lin Chen had no choice but to put up the air of "father emperor" and said: "They are all... irrelevant people, don't pay attention to them."

The little prince frowned disapprovingly: "Royal father, you once said that 'the embankment of a thousand miles collapses in an ant's nest. If a small evil is not punished, it will become a serious disaster.' Why are you so merciful today?"

Lin Chen started talking nonsense: "This is what I call luring the enemy deep."

The little prince opened his eyes slightly: "Why?"

"Let them run rampant first, and then wipe them all out."

The little prince thought deeply: "Father is wise."

"Well, father is always wise, you go to sleep. When you wake up, they all... pushed out the Meridian Gate and beheaded." Lin Chen "sentenced" the "tragic" fate of his teammates without hesitation.

The little prince was silent for a while, and just when Lin Chen thought he was asleep, he suddenly remonstrated: "Among them, there must be masters and followers. It is enough to punish the master criminals severely, and the rest are just followers. Just kill chickens to make an example to monkeys. In the future It won’t be too late to punish him severely if he returns to his old ways.”

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Lin Chen felt that this absurd conversation was actually going on, and he couldn't help but asked with a smile, "What do you think about every day?"

"I... I miss my father, my mother, my elder brother, and... we are getting better."

His voice is getting softer and quieter, but there are too many noises around, Lin Chen can only hear the first half of the sentence when he bends down to his ears, and is about to tease him, when he sees a series of crystal clear teardrops slipping down the corners of the little prince's eyes, tick by tick It fell on the clothes and penetrated into the heart, causing the heart to throb slightly, but there was no medicine to relieve it.

Lin Chen hugged him tightly, stroked his back with his palms, and coaxed softly: "Father is here, don't cry."

The little prince cried silently for a while, was tired from crying, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

Zhao Kai came over with a bowl of hand-picked rice, Lin Chen filled his stomach a bit, took the little prince, called a car, and left early.

The little prince was in a deep sleep. When he got on and off the car, he was a little conscious. He glanced at Lin Chen and quickly fell asleep again. It wasn't until Lin Chen put him on the bed that he woke up suddenly, his eyes looked around in confusion.

Lin Chen stopped his hand to wipe his face: "Are you awake?"

The little prince suddenly called out: "Tuoba Jing?"

Lin Chen: "?"

After shouting, the little prince stared at him without saying a word, his eyes straightened.

Lin Chen thought that he was going to perform another night show, so the little prince slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Zhao Kai came back with a large army drunk, and was about to go back to his room early to take a shower and sleep, when the door next door opened, and Lin Chen was standing at the door in his pajamas.

The warm light spilled from the room, illuminating his gloomy face.

Zhao Kai clutched his frightened chest: "Did you look in the mirror when you came out?...You look like a psychopathic murderer now."

Lin Chen said, "I have a question for you."

Without hesitation, Zhao Kai said decisively, bluntly, and straightforwardly: "You still have a chance. You can have any chance you want!"

"When would you want to call someone... a mop spirit?"

"...What the hell kind of question is this?"

"So I asked you in the middle of the night. Answer quickly."

Zhao Kai said: "When I go back to the house to drink some water, my mouth will get dry after drinking."

Lin Chen thought it made sense, turned around and knocked on the door of the little prince's room, and said to Yang Huacheng, "Prepare some warm water for little... Sang Wuxia, he will get dry mouth easily when he wakes up in the middle of the night."

Yang Huacheng responded blankly: "Okay."

Lin Shen actually called Sang Wuxia "Little Sang Wuxia", it was really too close.

He also wanted to be called "Xiaoyang Painting City" by God Lin.

Lin Chen ordered Wanyang Painting City to find Zhao Kai again, Zhao Kai was about to take off his clothes and take a bath: "Why are you here again?"

"you have not answer my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

"...What kind of mentality will call others a mop?"

Zhao Kai was so sleepy that he said perfunctorily, "Is your hair long?"

Lin Chen touched his hair: "Do you think my hair is long?"

Zhao Kai rolled his eyes, and suddenly became energetic: "You are the mop guy, who said that?"

Lin Chen didn't answer.

But Zhao Kai thought about it on his knees and came up with it: "Sang Wuxia? That must be telling the truth after drinking."

Lin Chen smiled slightly.

Zhao Kai hesitated: "Look, can you give me another chance?"

The little prince slept very deeply this time, but when he woke up, he felt his head was empty, as if he had lost a memory.

He sat on the bed holding the quilt blankly, looking around curiously.

This is his dormitory, but... how did he get back here?Why does it seem that I should still be eating boiled mutton in my impression?

Yang Huacheng returned from the cafeteria and thoughtfully brought back a breakfast.Yang Huacheng couldn't help being curious about his question: "Do you really have no impression? You said yesterday that we are 'presumptuous'. Actually, I really want to know, where are we presumptuous?"

The little prince refused to admit it: "How is it possible?"

"If you don't believe me, ask Chen Jinghui."

The little prince was silent.

Of course, it's...not completely impossible.

After all, when he was in Dayue, he did meet the following criminals, and he did say "presumptuous".

only……

"Why don't I remember?"

"You got drunk after eating Jiuniang Yuanzi." Yang Huacheng was also speechless.In order to prove that Jiuniang Yuanzi can make people intoxicated, he secretly drank two bowls yesterday while other people were not paying attention. It turned out that after eating, apart from his body being warm, he didn't even feel any sensation on his head.

"how can that be!"

The little prince refused to admit it.

A man can't say no, even if it's drinking.

But seeing Yang Huacheng's swearing, the little prince had no way to refute, so he could only change the topic: "How did I come back yesterday?"

"This is..."

Yang Huacheng talked about it.

After the little prince washed up in a hurry, he went to the cafeteria first. Hearing that Lin Chen hadn't gone downstairs, he immediately went up with a breakfast, but Zhao Kai said that Lin Chen had left early in the morning.

The little prince was a little frustrated: "Did I cause trouble for him yesterday?"

"Pfft." Zhao Kai couldn't help laughing.

Looking at the little prince's puzzled eyes, he asked, "What does mop spirit mean?"

"What mop essence?"

Zhao Kai speculated: "Do you think it's too annoying for him to manage things every day?"

The little prince looked confused.

Even though it was just one night, why did everyone speak strangely?

But he only struggled with it for a short while before throwing himself into the endless struggle with homework.

Lin Chen didn't come back at night, and the little prince had to go to school the next day, so he had to take the last bus back to school with regret.

When he comes back next weekend, he has long forgotten about it. Only Lin Chen still has a heart for the word "mop spirit", but every time he sees the innocent look of the little prince, he can only feel this doubt deeply. buried deep in my heart.

but--

"What is going on in the mind of the little black fan all day long?"

Lin Chen was even more curious.