Accidentally pregnant with a cub [Interstellar]

"Will you go now? If you go, go in quickly." The person at the spaceship ticket office said impatiently.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving." Lance put away his light brain, smiled flatteringly, put on his hat, bowed his head and left in a hurry.

"It's really crazy." The person at the ticket office cursed in a low voice, just now he looked like a monkey whose parents were dead, and then he didn't leave in a blink of an eye. of.

Lin Quan, who had only rested at home for two days, refused Lin Qingzhi's request to rest for another week, and returned to school with a large bag of nutrients.

"Lin Quan! You're back!" Jesse ran out of the room when he heard the door open, "How do you feel now?" He surrounded Lin Quan from head to toe.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he reached out to stop Jesse from walking around him like a pillar, and neatly placed the bottles of nutrients in the bag in the refrigerator.

"Larry did this to you, and he still has the face to come to you every day," Jesse said angrily with his arms folded on his chest.

"He comes to see me every day?" Lin Quan asked.

"Yeah, I knock on the door every night at eight o'clock to ask if you're back." Jessie pushed his glasses, "If it wasn't for Di Ge, they are not in school now, they must give him a hard lesson."

Lin Quan rubbed his head comfortingly.

Sure enough, at [-]:[-] p.m., someone knocked on the dormitory door on time.

Jesse has gone to evening class, and Lin Quan is the only one in the dormitory now.

Opening the door, there was Larry standing outside the door, who was a little embarrassed.

"I heard you came back today." Larry lowered his head and stared at his toes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to tease you, I didn't know you were allergic to granmeal, you Just beat me up."

Lin Quan watched Larry close his eyes and look like he was being slaughtered by the king. If he refused to admit it, according to his character, he would definitely push him to the ground and beat him up, but in the final analysis, this matter Although Larry did it on purpose, it was actually an unintentional mistake, let alone now that he has a good attitude of admitting his mistakes.

Larry didn't hear Lin Quan's words, thought he was still angry, and put the bag in his hand on the ground a little lonely, "I've been allergic to purple star pollen since I was a child, if you can't get angry, you can sprinkle pollen on me at any time." Said When he was done, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Lin Quan squatted down and opened the bag, and inside was a large bag of purple star pollen that had just been purchased and sealed not long ago. He didn't expect Larry's real character to be so interesting.

During the break the next day, Alec came over to ask him about the situation like everyone else when he was free. "Larry has already been punished by the college," he said.

Lin Quan followed his gaze and saw Larry sitting alone in the corner reading a book. After this incident, on the one hand, some students in the class deliberately distanced themselves because they couldn't see his behavior, and on the other hand, Larry became a little silent. How to speak, and the most obvious change is probably that he is no longer the same as before, surrounded by Alec in and out of class.

It was dawn on Meierxing, and a figure flashed into the alley nimbly, avoiding the drunks lying on the ground, and pushed open the front door of a dilapidated tavern to enter.

"Where did you come from, little brother, come to drink so early," said the enchanting cat girl who was drunk at the front desk, with her breasts half exposed, propped her upper body on her elbows, and after seeing who was coming, she seemed to have no interest in lying down again. Next, "Why, your little baby finally replied?"

"Where's the Eddie," Lance said, taking off his hood.

"You charming male favorite is not here, of course, the patron can only sleep soundly by himself," Gillian, who was disguised as a hotel owner, tapped her finger on the glass boredly.

Because this area is under the jurisdiction of the Star Thief forces, any newcomers are likely to be vigilant. The hotel owner who Jillian pretended to be was one of the intelligence personnel belonging to the alliance. Eddie and Lance wanted to minimize suspicion. Can use the most common way of getting along with male prostitutes in this area. Although Lance's tall stature looks different from that of ordinary male prostitutes, he is at least more suitable than Eddie, who is tall and strong like a bear.

While speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a drunk man walked in unsteadily.

"Joseph~" Gillian changed her sleepy look before, and sang and groaned three times, twisting her waist to meet him, "Today, are you here to collect tax money?"

"Yeah," the drunk man swayed and reached out to touch Gillian's face, and then saw Lance sitting with his back to the door, "Who is this?"

"It's a little pet from a merchant who came to find goods from other places," Jillian giggled.

As if he didn't hear what they said, Lance raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, glanced at them lightly, turned and went up the stairs.

Joseph watched Lance's waist-length hair move behind him and lightly brushed the looming waist. His not thin figure made him want to submit.

"Little goblin." Joseph took a puff of a cigarette. If it wasn't for the rule that businessmen from other places are not allowed to move, he would also like to try this kind of flavor.

After going upstairs and entering the room, Lance straightened his back again and withdrew the indistinct attractiveness just now, went into the bathroom to take off the wig, and washed off the thick smoky makeup on his face.

He glanced at the spilled drink on the bed next to him, and Eddie, who was lying on his back in all directions, stretched his wrists, yanked the quilt vigorously, and knocked him out of bed.

Eddie scratched his hair. He didn't expect Lance to go back and forth. He glanced at Lance, who was smiling but not a smile, and left the room to find Gillian.

When the evening approached, when Gillian and Eddie came up, Lance had already changed his costume and put on a wig, and was looking through the latest personnel information.

"The last Amanda is left." Gillian picked up the information paper on the table and flipped through it, and said with emotion, "I can finally go back after finishing it."

She was intercepted by Lance on the way to Meier Star halfway before, and she has been out for nearly two months.

"The last and most troublesome thing," Lance put down the information, "the cable reported that she had a meeting with Donald's Star Thieves a week ago."

"Suspiciously bought?" Jillian frowned, "Amanda is an old man in this area, how can I try this?" If you want to avoid revealing your identity, it is not a good idea to test an intelligence officer who has received years of professional training. easy job.

"Amanda has the list of personnel in this area. As long as the first meeting exists, the auction venue tomorrow night will be an excellent opportunity for them to meet. If I want to avoid the monitoring of the alliance, I will also With the help of the signal jammer in the underground auction house," Lance brushed his inconvenient hair, "I have to find a way to get in tomorrow."

"Because of distrust, the alliance has not passed on the updated personnel exchange records to her for two days, which probably has aroused her alertness." Eddie found after checking the time information.

"That's why she's more likely to go tomorrow night." Lance leaned back on the sofa, a flash of certainty flashed in his eyes, "It's all or nothing, and she's probably betting whether we're faster or she's faster. "

The next night, outside the auction venue, Eddie and Lance, dressed as businessmen and male favourites, sneaked in through an invitation that Jillian had picked up from some unlucky guy.

After Eddie stunned a waiter next to the bathroom in the back hall, he returned to the hall and walked around to observe.

Lance changed into the waiter's clothes, took off his long hair, looked at the waiter's appearance, took out tools to make a simple face change, took off his badge and hung it on his chest, unless someone he knew could get it together Look closely, otherwise no one would notice that a waiter was dropped in this dimly lit auction venue.

He picked up the tray with the goblet in one hand, and slid silently into the crowded dance floor like a fish.

"Marcy has entered the venue." Gillian's voice came from the headset. Marcy is one of Donald's cronies.

Lance tapped on the headset to indicate receipt.

Sure enough, not long after, a group of people came in surrounded by a middle-aged man with a big belly at the door of the dance floor. The man in the middle should be Marcy. They did not enter the dance floor. The person in charge of the auction house led them into the upstairs first from the side. private room.

After the climax of the music, the crowd retreated in twos and threes. Lance took advantage of the song change and put the tray on the bar, pretending to ask curiously, "Who was that person just now?"

The bartender at the bar wiped his glass and said in a low voice, "That's a big shot, stay away and don't mess with him."

"There are waiters going upstairs, I stopped one." Eddie's voice came from the headset.

The music on the dance floor sounded again, and the crowds on both sides gradually poured into the dance floor. Lance took a tray full of wine glasses and entered the dance floor. He walked to the edge of the dance floor inadvertently, but was stopped by a person in charge. He glanced up and down at Lance figure, "Can you mix drinks in different ways?"

Lance nodded like a frightened little white rabbit, and was taken into the private room upstairs, thinking that the people stopped by Eddie still have special skills. He really can only crush watermelon in his chest.

There were four guards at the door. They were dressed lightly, but their waists were bulging. It seemed that each of them only carried a laser gun at most. Lance waited outside the door with a low eyebrow.

"The bartender comes in," the door of the private room opened, and Lance followed in with a plate of tools. Inside, Marcy was sitting on the main seat, with one arm around a scantily clad dancer, and the two were laughing as if no one was there.