Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

Sheng Yingxian found that his fingers were shaking a little.

Hell.

Conscience of heaven and earth, he originally wanted to ask that fan of Yan Tong how he scolded Yan Tong back when others scolded Yan Tong, so that he could use it as a reference for himself, but he did not expect that the slender and well-proportioned hands of Emperor Lin Ze were so disappointing, He even ran to ask someone to take a photo.

Ye Luo should have it... Sheng Yingxian thought silently, looking at the previous ID of that guy, he should be a die-hard loyalist, and when he sells Amway to others, he should take the best photos, he hasn't seen it yet— —

Oh what was he thinking.

Mr. Sheng blankly blocked his thoughts of not knowing where he was flying to, and asked while Ye Luo was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find photos: [Then how did you go back when others complained about your character? 】

The other party first threw him a file in jpg format, and then two messages popped up one after another.

[Ye Luoshi: Then Yan Da's performance is good. 】

[Ye Luoshi: Besides, among the fast-travelers today, who hasn’t read Yan Da’s strategy? Those who don’t have Yan Da may not even be able to touch the edge of the source energy. Where’s the face bb? 】

Sheng Ying thought about it leisurely.

[Ye Jian someone replied: But Yan Da was really ruthless when he was doing the task. 】

[Ye Luoshi: First, it’s personal virtue. There’s no such thing as kindness in the ability assessment of the fast-traveling headquarters. Besides, fast-traveling is an act of disrupting the order of the mission world in order to collect source energy. Ideology and morality are just fifty steps and a hundred steps. 】

[Ye Luoshi: Second, Yan Dazha is only a scumbag in the mission world, has he done anything excessive in the source world?Whether the personality of the task world can be torn apart from the personality of the same source world is still not conclusive. Why do you think that Yan Da's character is not good? 】

... Private virtue.

Sheng Yingxian stared blankly at the two passages.

But what he wants to know is personal virtue.

He has worked with Yan Tong in three worlds, and he thought he was not harmed in business affairs, but he actually met Yan Tong in more than half a month in the mission world and less than a day ago in the source world.

Once you see it, it's out of control.

However, intellectually, although he can accept someone like Yan Tong as a colleague, it is difficult for him to accept that he wants to develop a more personal relationship with him.

The most terrible thing is that he wants to.

He was thinking about Yan Tong.

So he's trying to figure out what's going wrong that's causing his mind and his emotions to diverge so badly.

Sheng Yingxian has never shy away from facing his heart directly, and naturally he is not afraid to admit that - since the return of the Mirror, he has always thought of Yan Tong, the way he fell asleep curled up on the sofa, and how he was in the starship. The sentence that he said while grabbing his wrist during the violent turbulence——

"I need time, Teacher Sheng."

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Sheng Yingxian was in a daze, but another message popped up on the chat interface.

[Ye Luoshi: Since you feel that Yan Da did something wrong, then feel good about it, why ask me? 】

Sheng Yingxian immediately said: 【Absolutely not!】

Silence for two seconds.

[Ye Luoshi: Are you a defender, son?It's normal, you and those of us who do the task often don't like each other, you don't need to force yourself to understand Yan Da's way of thinking.Indifference.jpg]

Sheng Yingxian was taken aback for another moment, and said on the other side: 【I'm in the mission world, it's not convenient, so hang up my son first. 】

Then there was a beep, and the chat interface was closed, leaving Sheng Yingxian staring blankly at the map of the empire's star field on the glass screen.

...He was hung up?

... Ye Luo was in the mission world?

No - Ye Luo guessed that he was the defender?

Sheng Ying suddenly realized this problem, he was stunned for a moment, and then it seemed that a string in his head was gently plucked, as if realizing something.

He stared at the map of the empire star field in front of him and thought for 3 minutes, but he still couldn't grasp the flash of enlightenment in his mind, so he had to ask Ye Luoshi again:

[Why am I a maintainer? 】

Since Ye Luoshi is in the mission world, he won't reply in a short time.Sheng Yingxian sighed softly in his heart, closed the forum, and found the jpg file that Ye Luo had just sent him in the storage space attached to the system.

——It is a photo of the annual meeting on the official website of the fast travel headquarters.

The moment he saw the photo, Sheng Yingxian was inexplicably disappointed: he was naturally there at the annual meeting, and he had seen Yan Tong himself, so the photo Ye Luo gave him was meaningless.

Then he realized that his fingers were tracing the outline of the person in the photo along the screen.

Sheng Yingxian smiled wryly, and disconnected the system data on the glass screen.

The majestic and vast map of the empire's star field covered it, Sheng Yingxian raised his wrist and glanced, and found that it was still a while before he agreed with Arthur for an hour.

Perhaps affected by his emotions, he didn't want to waste this hour like this, and he didn't want to continue to watch the official affairs of the empire—anyway, he would have more time to watch official affairs in the future, so he raised his head and thought about it, and then asked a question on the palace's internal network :【Is the mech competition at the First Military Academy these days? 】

Immediately a waiter answered His Majesty the Emperor: [Yes. 】

Lin Ze: 【Show me some wonderful games. 】

The First Military Academy can almost be called the future of the military: Principal Lydia Black was a famous lunatic when she served in the First Fleet. The First Military Academy, which she is in charge of, has inherited her style and is still rich in geniuses and lunatics. ——And according to the usual practice, the annual mecha competition is the place where all kinds of incredible ideas are produced most intensively.

At the beginning of the establishment of the empire, in order to engrave the warlike gene in the people's blood vessels, Lin Ze vigorously praised the mecha, an individual combat weapon that represents personal bravery.Therefore, he would choose to watch some of the annual mech competitions held by the First Military Academy to evaluate whether the students had the potential to grow into spiritual idols.

Of course, Mr. Sheng Ying Xiansheng, who is an excellent maintainer, watched this purely for entertainment.

Facts have proved that mecha battles are extremely enjoyable to watch, and the visual impact is no less than that of the blockbusters in the source world, and even more exciting.

Sheng Yingxian watched a few battles selected by the guards from an admiring perspective, thinking that he must not miss this kind of opportunity in the future, but his eyes suddenly froze——

Then he said with a cold face: "Call my guard captain."

Soon, the bewildered captain of the guards was summoned to His Majesty's tower, and stood with his head down, not even daring to peek at His Majesty's face.

Sheng Yingxian leaned against the window, bent his fingers and lightly clasped the black marble window sill, as if asking casually: "I heard that you have made a bet on whether Mo Ziling can become my queen?"

The captain of the guard was tongue-tied, and then remembered that there seemed to be a rule that no one took seriously about gambling, so he knelt down on one knee in fright, "I... no, that, brothers all hope that your majesty--"

Sheng Yingxian didn't call the captain of the guard here to listen to his confession, so he interrupted him unceremoniously: "How much money is there to bet on him now?"

The captain of the guards immediately opened the terminal to calculate, "Sixteen people, together... [-] star coins."

"Very good," Sheng Yingxian turned his head to look out the window, and said as if it had nothing to do with him, "Then I'll add 30 to bet on him."

Guard Captain: "..."

He raised his head from the ground in astonishment, only to see His Majesty the Tyrant looking out of the window with a distant expression, leaving only a handsome side face.He pressed one hand on the marble window sill, and the black windbreaker hung down to his knees, calm and dignified like the night sky of Tianjing Starfield.

The captain of the guard stared blankly at the emperor's profile, wondering why His Majesty didn't pursue the matter of opening the market, until he glanced at the glass screen from the corner of his eye, and suddenly realized——

On the screen, Mo Ziling in the first row of the auditorium stood up and left without saying a word.

Only a back view was left for the sea of ​​roses behind him and the silver mecha kneeling on one knee in the sea of ​​flowers.

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Yan Tong was lying on the bed in the dormitory.

After closing the Fast Traveler Forum, he stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling. After a while, he realized that his gaze was not focused anywhere.

Wu Ye: [big...]

Yan Tong: [Baby, block the invisible - forget it, don't block it, if you have any news from him in the future, you can block me, and don't put it in front of me. 】

Wu Ye's tone (if the system has a tone) is rarely anxious: 【Why?Daddy, hasn't Ye Jian talked to you a lot about fast travel?On this, there are not many people who can chat with you except him, and he also reminded you last time that he should not be malicious to you. 】

Yan Tong smiled in the sea of ​​knowledge: [Baby is so eager to defend him? 】

Wu Ye suffocated: [I——]

Yan Tong: [I'm just too lazy to explain my approach to others. 】

Wu Ye immediately said: [I can represent you——]

[No need,] Yan Tong interrupted it: [If he doesn't agree, let him disagree. If it's not missing, I won't even explain a word-I have enough things to think about, on this Always out of sight.I don't care what others think of me, and of course I won't look at those who think I'm too much, it's fair. 】

Wu Ye insisted: [I can still——]

Yan Tong: [Everyone has his own destiny, he knows what is hot and cold, some things don't need to be explained and can't be explained.Wake me up at seven tomorrow morning until I wake up. 】

Wu Ye couldn't understand the character of her host very well, so she could only say: [Yes. 】

Yan Tong turned over and lay on his side, curled up, pulled the quilt up to his chin, and adjusted the angle repeatedly until it was so tightly covered that no wind could leak in, and then he felt warmer.

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He had a dream.

He dreamed that he was carrying his luggage back to the university.

The three roommates were still there, and they were surprised and happy to see him, and asked him, "Are you back?"

He said, "Yeah."

The roommate said: "Great, I can't fail this semester."

He still said, "Yeah."

Then he meets the son of a father's business rival.

The enemy's son asked him: "Are you back?"

He said, "Yeah."

The enemy's son chuckled twice: "Coward, how dare you come back."

He still said, "Yeah."

Somehow, his former friends also showed up.

His friend asked him, "Are you back?"

He said, "Yeah."

The friend smiled happily, sincerely happy, and said: "My family agrees that I learn to paint. Will you have dinner in two days?"

He also became inexplicably happy, but he still said, "Yes."

Many more people appeared with blurred faces, talking to him in all kinds of words, with mixed emotions and various states of the world.

He just said, "Yeah."

Finally, he got rid of these people and went to the school's small supermarket to buy daily necessities.When checking out, the owner of the shop looked him in the eyes and said, "You are very tired."

——It is a declarative sentence, without questioning, envy, or sympathy, and it is plain and justified.

His head seemed to be in a mess, and he couldn't understand this sentence no matter what.

Everyone was discussing various things with him, discussing all kinds of interests, some of them, some of their own, and some of whom I don't know.From beginning to end, from beginning to end, only a stranger sees himself, and only a stranger knows that he is tired.

As if he was at a crossroads where nothing to do with him, and as if he was in the middle of the wilderness, he was swallowed by a huge daze in an instant.The daze was so boundless, so boundless that he couldn't bear it.

He woke up suddenly.

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The first thing Yan Tong did when he woke up was to touch his cheek, it was done; he touched the pillow, it was also done.

Then he pulled the terminal over the head of the bed and glanced at it.

Six fifty-three.

Yan Tong smiled wryly—still failed to sleep until seven o'clock as he wished—Wu Ye noticed it immediately, and asked him cautiously: [Da Da, are you awake? 】

Yan Tong stared blankly at the ceiling, and after a while, said softly: "En."

After he hummed, his mind was still a little messy, and he remembered the dream again in a trance, always feeling some inexplicable emotions hovering in his mind, a little dazed, a little desolate.

Then he calmed down, and the memories of the mission world flooded in quickly, occupying all his thoughts - the star map, Lin Ze, the broken old federal people, the First Military Academy, Gu Yue, the Mech Contest...

Yan Tong quickly entered the task state, jumped off the bed, and said to Wu Ye while tidying up: [Call me a takeaway, according to my taste. 】

Wu Ye: [...There is no takeaway here_(:з」∠)_]

——In order to leave enough space for the students, the First Military Academy was built in a seldom-inhabited grassland in the northern hemisphere of Yujingxing. There are no food delivery shops around, and the types of food that the cafeteria can provide are extremely limited.

Yan Tong didn't think it was a problem at all: [Ask the Mo family for it. 】

Wu Ye: 【OK... let's go. 】

So half an hour later, he received a steaming scallion oil noodles, a small bowl of clear soup wontons, a small custom-made cake for dessert, and a cup of coffee.

The Mo family obviously attached great importance to his sudden call. The blue and white porcelain bowls and plates, small condiment dishes, and bamboo and wood chopsticks made Yan Tong experience the pampering of Young Master Mo for the first time in this mission world.

After cleaning up the noodles and wontons, Yan Tong felt much better, so he combed his hair, put the cake in the incubator, and went out with the cup of half-warm coffee, drinking all the way to find Professor Jin.

This was the second day after Gu Yue suddenly confessed his love to him on the field, the day of the semi-finals and finals of the Mecha Contest, so there were very few people on campus. Did not touch.

He talked with Professor Jin for a long time in the lounge, including the star map, the past events of the Federation, and the legend of Lin Ze's creation of the empire. During this period, the professor mentioned the personal terminal of the nine-petal lotus emblem on his wrist several times intentionally or unintentionally, but Yan Tong blushed. Blurred the past.

They chatted for about two or three hours. When Yan Tong was leaving, the professor suddenly stopped him, "By the way, Ziling, I heard that you called an aircraft to deliver food to you this morning?"

Yan Tong smiled a little embarrassedly, "I prefer Chinese food, and there is no one in the cafeteria."

Professor Jin also smiled, "In a bad mood?"

Yan Tong didn't say anything, and closed the door of the lounge with his backhand, secretly surprised at Professor Jin's keen observation.

He went to the computer room to stay for a while, and waited until noon before heading to the cafeteria, but just in time for the end of the mecha competition, countless people poured out from the training ground, blocking the street tightly.

Yan Tong was mixed in the crowd, and various discussions floated into his ears.

He then knew that Patrick was unfortunately the champion—of course, this misfortune was only for him.

Because Patrick seemed to release all the resentment that had been simmering for half a month on this day, and as the champion of the new Mecha Contest, he crazily spread the rumors that Mo Ziling betrayed love and clinged to others.

The author has something to say: Foretell in advance, the next world of martial arts, family genius x bandit leader

Then, for some reason, the original schedule of the next article may not be able to be written, so I will give you dalao refills~