interstellar first transfer student

As soon as Shen Zhexi finished her part-time job today, she unexpectedly received a message from the marshal.

Seeing Shen Zhexi checking the news, Dolan looked at the sky outside. Who was he sending private messages to at night?

As a result, Shen Zhexi said to herself in the next second: "I'm sorry, the marshal is looking for me, I won't go back to school now."

Dolan: "..." He didn't need to worry.

In fact, the marshal asked him if he would go to the ancient earth market.

Shen Zhexi thought for a while, he really hadn't been there for a while, and just happened to have nothing to do, so he agreed.

The last time I went there was the time I picked up a snow leopard.

Revisiting the old place after a long time, standing at the gate of the ancient earth market at this moment, Shen Zhexi had mixed feelings for a moment.

At that time, he was a newcomer, and there were still many things he didn't understand. He took it step by step, but he didn't expect that he had become friends with the marshal now.

"Let's go." Ryan, who was next to him, just came back from the military headquarters, and when he heard that Dolan sent him over, he came directly here with confidence.

Shen Zhexi nodded, and followed the other party into the ancient earth market.

The sky has darkened and the market has entered night market mode.

It is said that at night, there will be more strange and weird novelties in the ancient earth market.

For example - piranha.

It was the first time for Shen Zhexi to see this kind of flower, and she had only read some information about it in books before.

This kind of flower does not necessarily feed on human flesh, it just eats without any scruples and is extremely aggressive.

Seeing Shen Zhexi staring intently at the pot of piranhas, Ryan said: "Some people use piranhas to visit the nursing home."

"Ah?" Shen Zhexi was stunned, "Aren't you afraid of biting yourself?"

Ryan patted Shen Zhexi on the head, "You don't need to be afraid if you have a high level of physique."

Feeling the weight from the top of her head, Shen Zhexi suddenly remembered the snow leopard bought back in the ancient earth market.

Because during the time when he was still raising leopards, he liked to pat the furry heads of leopards very much.

Then wait for the other party to arch his hand away in dissatisfaction.

Now he finally felt and understood the other person's feelings.

"I bought a snow leopard here before, and I really like to pat its head." Shen Zhexi couldn't help but sigh, "Although it looks unhappy, it won't bite me."

Shen Zhexi laughed as she spoke, "Thinking about it now, I was quite courageous back then."

Ryan didn't speak, but silently stared at Shen Zhexi who was immersed in memories.

After visiting the Ancient Earth Market, it was getting late.

Shen Zhexi naturally wanted to go back to school, but the marshal asked with a calm expression: "Will you go to my place?"

Shen Zhexi blinked, and asked back: "...is it okay?"

Ryan: "Of course you can."

However, Shen Zhexi said helplessly, "But I have to go back and do my homework."

His dear teacher Marshall sent them another winter holiday gift package.

The marshal replied without thinking, "I'll teach you."

The simple three words quickly bought Shen Zhexi, and the two immediately got into the car and went back to the marshal's private residence.

Familiar path, familiar porch.

As soon as she entered the door, Shen Zhexi saw Mo wearing a small apron holding her little hand in the living room waiting for them to enter the door.

Knowing that neither the host nor the guests had dinner, Mo dutifully began to prepare for the dinner.

"Shall I cook it?" Shen Zhexi remembered that the marshal liked his dishes, so he planned to volunteer.

Unexpectedly, the other party shook his head and said, "No, you go to do your homework."

So Shen Zhexi really went to do her homework.

And write without distraction.

Ryan, who was standing at the door of the study at this time, regretted it for a while.

But just as he regretted it sadly, Shen Zhexi, who was immersed in writing the questions, finally raised his head: "Marshal, I have a question that I can't do."

Ryan sneaked in immediately.

After taking the draft paper from Shen Zhexi's hand, Ryan bent down to pick up a pen and began to circle the key points for him.

The tip of the pen was lightly drawn across the paper, and Shen Zhexi listened attentively to the marshal giving him a lecture.

He really didn't know enough before, but now that he has been in contact with Marshal a lot, he feels more and more that the other party's silently hidden attribute of a schoolmaster.

This guy really knows everything...

Oh no, Marshal doesn't know how to grow flowers.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhexi couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.

Ryan, who was interrupted, froze his pen tip, and looked up for a moment, his eyes looked cold at first glance.

Thinking that the other party was angry, Shen Zhexi hurriedly lowered her head to show her guilt.

However, Ryan just poked Shen Zhexi's face lightly with the smooth end of the pen.

Shen Zhexi didn't know why, but her face turned red immediately.

Marshal, what are you doing here?

He's not a puffer fish, what are you doing poking his face.

However, these questions in his mind could not be answered by the marshal, because the other party had already continued his explanation.

The marshal's voice is already very magnetic, and it feels more like a subwoofer around the ear.

When he explained the questions, he did not give the answers directly, but liked to give methods and ideas, and guided Shen Zhexi to solve the questions by himself through inspiration.

This is a typical example of "teaching a man to fish is worse than giving him a fish", and Shen Zhexi quite likes this way of speaking.

It didn't take long for a very difficult comprehensive problem to be solved with the help of the marshal.

Mo also came in at the right time and asked them to go to dinner.

In fact, at this time, it is said that it is dinner, and it is almost time for supper.

When Shen Zhexi came to the dining table, she saw that there were all kinds of delicate side dishes on the table. The portion of each dish was not large, but it was a rare "exquisite" in the empire.

At first glance, it is the standard of Liujin Hotel.

The two sat down at the table to eat.

At some point, the lights near the dining table became dim.

It was as if someone had secretly tuned it.

The quiet light not far away seems to be a bit like a candlelight dinner.

At this time, Mo was already possessed by the marshal's mecha, Lance, who was stealthily slamming the kitchen door, spying on the master and his guests.

Master, I can only help you so far!

Grip!

Probably already aware of the small movements made by his mecha, Ryan didn't point it out, but just ate quietly, chatting with Shen Zhexi occasionally.

After eating, Shen Zhexi did her homework for a while, and then started rubbing her eyes.

After working all day, his physique couldn't keep up, so he raised his head and said to the Marshal, "Marshal, I have to go back."

Ryan helped him put away the things on the table, "It's too late, let's sleep here today."

Although it's not the first time to live in the marshal's house, Shen Zhexi can't help but think of the last time he was drugged by Homan, and she can't help being a little embarrassed: "But..."

Ryan was unmoved: "It's not the first time to sleep here, are you afraid of me?"

Shen Zhexi quickly shook her head, "Of course not."

So Shen Zhexi stayed like this.

Thinking about how many times I have stayed overnight, it seems that I will basically live in the marshal's room?

This time Shen Zhexi consciously walked towards the guest room, walking briskly without the slightest hesitation.

The marshal followed behind him not far or near, without saying anything.

At the door of the guest room, Shen Zhexi went to open the door only to find that the guest room was still locked.

"Marshal?" He tilted his head to look at the marshal behind him.

Ryan gave way with a cold face, only to see that the robot wearing a small apron was hiding near the stairs and peeping at the situation here.

"Lance, the key." Ryan only gave it four words.

Lance twisted his body before running over and said, "The key was eaten by Mo secretly, it's crunchy, especially..."

Before the word "fragrant" could be uttered, Ryan picked up Lance's small body, opened the valve on its chest, and took out the key to the guest room.

Lance: "..." Too much.

Shen Zhexi: "..." So it can still be like this.

Aggrieved, he closed the valve by himself, and Lance watched the marshal with a key and opened the door of the guest room reluctantly.

I'm doing this for someone.

Seeing Shen Zhexi enter the room, Ryan turned around and looked at the little robot next to him who was still aggrieved, with a bit of coolness in his eyes——

Do you think I want to?

The author has something to say: Lance: Poor, weak, and helpless.