interstellar first transfer student

In spring, the sun is shining and the flowers are blooming.

The campus of Leidensi Military Academy is surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, and the air is full of refreshing floral fragrance.

No matter who comes here as a guest, they will surely linger and forget to return.

Passing through the giant statue of the Sons of Empire in the central square, Shen Zhexi strolled around the campus, enjoying the beauty of spring.

It would be even better if we could get rid of the howling wolves and howling ghosts.

"Ah—brain work is also work! Why don't you let me work indoors?" Oak wailed again.

With the super big broom in Oak's arms, this scene is particularly funny.

"Okay, don't complain, the school also wants us to experience the hardships of outdoor labor." Shen Zhexi comforted.

Oak didn't say anything more, but his eyes looked faintly at the senior students who were cleaning the laboratory in the high place in the distance.

Today is Labor Day in Laydens, the student union has arranged labor tasks for all grades, and only the first graders are responsible for cleaning the outdoor campus.

At this moment, a row of sweeping robots neatly standing at the gate of the first floor of the teaching building, honestly staying in place for the holiday, hurt Oak's heart even more.

"Look, Xixi, they're all on vacation."

Shen Zhexi didn't bother to talk to him anymore, she just carried her small bucket and continued walking until she entered the small garden.

It can be said that he has left a lot of impressive memories here.

Today they are responsible for cleaning here.

Although the weather is getting hotter, but the spring is just right, Shen Zhexi doesn't feel very bitter or tired as a human being, but it is much more painful for a young master like Ouke who is used to robot services and comes from a wealthy family.

Shen Zhexi bent down to put the bucket away, then squatted down to rinse the rag.

He is too familiar with this kind of work. He used to be on duty in the class every few days.

Oak, who was grimacing next to him, finally stopped complaining, but squatted down and wanted to do things like Shen Zhexi.

"Don't look at me, you are in charge of sweeping the floor, and the type of work is different." Shen Zhexi said after finding out.

Seeing Ouke looking at him eagerly, Shen Zhexi thought that he wanted to change tasks, so he said again: "How about we change?"

"Forget it, let me sweep it, the broom is too heavy." Looking at Shen Zhexi's small body, Oak reluctantly rejected his proposal, and got up and waved the broom by himself.

Then a cloud of dust rose in an instant.

"The dirt-eating boy" Shen Zhexi: "..."

The two were diligently cleaning the small garden, and most of the morning passed quickly.

Oak supported his old waist and fell on the stone bench. This job was much more tiring than running business with his father when he was a child.

Inhale, exhale, inhale again, exhale again.

Shen Zhexi heard the movement and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

Oak twisted his head and replied, "Absorb the essence of the sun and the moon."

Shen Zhexi glanced at him speechlessly, then turned around to reach for the rag hanging by the bucket, but turned around and saw someone beside her at some point.

"... Mufeng!"

Ouk was so frightened by his voice that he performed a salted fish turning over on the spot, and fell directly from the stone bench, "Oh! Mufeng, why are you like this again? You popped out without making a sound."

Mu Feng, who scared the two of them at the same time, knelt on one knee beside the bucket, looking expressionlessly at the rag hanging beside the bucket.

Shen Zhexi pulled Ouk up, and then asked Mu Feng, "Why are you here? Didn't Teacher Sha ask you to clean the laboratory too?"

Mu Feng replied without thinking, "Run away."

"..."

"I want to come here." Mu Feng added another sentence.

As for why he wanted to come here, he didn't say anything.

Shen Zhexi was suddenly a little curious about what kind of family could raise a child like Mufeng.

"That's great, you've come all the time..." The nervous Oak has a completely different focus from Shen Zhexi, what he cares about is that three people have done the tasks of the two.

In the end, I heard Shen Zhexi coaxing a child from the side and said: "But if you come, your tasks will have to be undertaken by others."

Mu Feng's eyes were cold, and he stared straight at Shen Zhexi who was talking to him for a long time before replying: "Can't you stay?"

Shen Zhexi shook her head, "It's not impossible, it's not good."

Two people are enough for the task on their side.

However, Mufeng sneaked out like this, which would easily bring displeasure to the instructor and team members, so he told Mufeng that it was not good to do so.

Mu Feng's expression froze for a moment, a trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes, and then he got up.

"I'm going back."

Throwing down these few words coldly, Mufeng left without looking back.

After Mufeng had gone far away, Ouke sat up from the stone bench, and asked in a rare serious manner: "Why did you drive him away? Although it is said that there is a hole for each carrot, but it is because of the relationship between Mufeng's recommendation that he be sent in. It’s too late for him in the laboratory, and no one will have any objections.”

"I just hope that Mufeng can get in touch with other people more. He is so good and deserves to be seen by more people."

Blindly guarding one's own small circle is like the "comfort zone" that was always said on the earth in the past, at least not necessarily a good thing for a character like Mufeng.

Inadvertently caught sight of the row of robots in front of the teaching building, Shen Zhexi continued: "Sometimes I even think he is like a fixed-point robot, always two o'clock and one line, earnestly executing all the planned procedures."

The only thing that Mufeng has done that is "out of line" since he entered school is probably the male second in the previous drama festival.

As for the so-called skills he worked hard to teach Mufeng, Mufeng learned them all according to the order, which can be called a perfect learning ability.

But the drama festival was over, and he didn't even talk to the heroine who had a relationship scene anymore.

Oak was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and suddenly answered: "It's the robot you planned."

Night falls.

Shen Zhexi sat on a familiar swing, swinging, and eating a watermelon-flavored popsicle in her hand.

This is still the fruit of his own labor.

Because of the advanced temperature control technology in the interstellar era, people's demand for so-called iced drinks and hot drinks is obviously not so high.

The production process of many drinks has also been lost, and even things like popsicles and ice cream have disappeared.

Shen Zhexi couldn't help but want to open a drink shop, and she would definitely be able to make money.

But then he gave the idea to the Oakers.

For example, what he is eating now is a sample he made for fun, and he specially brought it here for the marshal to taste today.

In his opinion, if even a marshal with such a temperament can praise a delicious word, it will be a big hit.

But Shen Zhexi miscalculated one thing, that is, as long as it is made by himself, the Marshal will probably not say that it is not delicious.

Of course, Shen Zhexi's craftsmanship does not require the marshal to lie, it is indeed delicious.

As the weather gets hotter, Shen Zhexi is quite happy to eat such a popsicle outdoors.

Even Ellie, a big star working outside, couldn't help urging him to send her a courier to try it immediately after seeing the popsicle in the video.

Shen Zhexi was so busy thinking about it that she forgot to swing on the swing, only to see that the swing was wobbly, and finally gradually stopped.

But soon, someone pushed gently from behind suddenly, and the swing started to swing slightly again.

Shen Zhexi turned her head and saw the marshal without any surprise.

The marshal had urgent military affairs just now, so he went back to deal with it, and he just came back now.

"Does Mrs. Chris like it?" Shen Zhexi shook the popsicle in his hand.

"She likes it very much." The marshal couldn't help but soften his gaze.

"That's good." Shen Zhexi remembered that the other party seemed to have not had time to eat, "Don't you want to taste it?"

Although I know that Marshal has no interest in sweets, but it should be okay to give a review after a little taste, right?

He still wanted to hear the marshal's evaluation of Popsicle.

Ryan stared quietly for a while, then suddenly grabbed the swing and approached.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, a small piece of the popsicle was bitten off.

Shen Zhexi stared dumbfounded at the marshal who stole a bite of the popsicle from him, and was speechless for a long time.

"Delicious." The marshal gave the other party the expected evaluation lightly.

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