Why is the waste prince like that?

Lancer didn't have much luggage. He was alone when he came in, but now he left with some extra items.

He was determined to pack lightly for school, so he only brought a larger suitcase.

Even though the size of the suitcase was already very large, it was still stuffed to the brim.

Mr. Elida sent a copy of "The Chronicle of the First Military Academy", said a few words of encouragement, and then hid behind the crowd.

Wei Mi and those little girls had already washed all the clothes in his closet, dried them, folded them, packed them in the suitcase, and listened to his silly words like buying them, those little girls were still like birds Hee hee smiled.

Mrs. Si Han gave a small medical kit, and he opened it to see that it was complete with all internal organs, and there was even a small sunscreen inside.

Mrs. Marifina was away, but she sent him a very practical guidebook for the first army. The content was so detailed that it even included how the moderators of the First Military Academy forum applied for and competed. I don’t know where the information came from. Unfortunately, he didn’t have such information. Hongzhi.

Mr. Finu is also very down-to-earth. With a mean face of a devil chef, he stuffed a lot of bottles and cans into the suitcase without saying a word. Lancer clearly saw him yawning while no one was paying attention. .

Miss Qi Luolisi gave him detailed instructions, including but not limited to that although the dormitory of the First Military Academy provides beds for each student, the cloth is rough and the stuffing is cheap. The eldest young master was angry with his family. When he went there for the first time, he didn't prepare for it and got a rash all over his body and so on.

Although Lancer didn't feel that he was as squeamish as the noble young master, he still responded in a low voice when he saw the skinny fingers of Miss Kiroris unconsciously on his wrist.

Kind, earnest, caring, and reluctant, it was like the parting of relatives. Mr. Ezi, who met for the first time at last, took a look at Zhinao Time and asked him to get in the car.

Lancer said goodbye to them for the last time, then declined Azie's help, picked up the suitcase by himself, and got into the luxury car that shocked him.

It's so dangerous, I almost didn't move it, how could it be so heavy.

study.

The signature pen smoothly writes an unusual salutation on paper.

Samuer stopped writing, paused, and asked, "Has he left?"

No need to name names, Olyasim nodded slightly: "Yes, the First Military Academy will start reporting at nine o'clock in the morning, and Mr. Virginia Jr. has already set off."

Why is Ollie, his loyal Ollie, always so dull after he wakes up?

But the reserved former Crown Prince would not say it, he stopped talking, but continued to write the cipher text.

He is not suitable to appear in front of people now.

But the silent father in the palace should know that his child has recovered.

The tall and gentle Mr. Ezi not only sent him to the place, but also accompanied him through a series of admission procedures like a real guardian.

It wasn't until he was sent to the door of the dormitory that he glanced at the brain time and said to him: "I should leave almost now, do you need anything else?"

Lancer held the handle of the suitcase tightly and replied, "No...it's nothing, thank you very much for your help."

Aizi smiled slightly at the male Crown Princess who had just resigned: "I almost forgot, Mr. Steward entrusted me with a message, he wished you success in your studies, and thanked you for what you have done for His Highness in the past... er... and Your Highness's promise is always valid, and you can take away the right to use that planet at any time."

After finishing speaking, he did not explain anything to the little Mr. Virginia who was puzzled, but said goodbye quite gracefully and left.

Lancer has always felt that it is difficult for him to understand the thoughts of these people in the Prince's Mansion. On the surface, he has done nothing but play with him.

But in the last few days in the Prince's Mansion, he has already been thanked by people from all walks of life. What kind of small planet is there? He doesn't look like someone who can afford a small planet.

Forget it, he didn't want to, maybe this is the courtesy of the upper class.

Thinking this way, he turned around and opened the door with his ID card to welcome his new military school life.

When Ezi returned to the driver's seat, he couldn't help recalling the bewildered face of the little gentleman.

Yes, he has only been with His Highness for a few months, and in the past, he might not even leave a name.

However, in this desperate summer, a prospective crown princess who is gentle, doesn't dislike the fear of His Highness becoming a beast, can make His Highness happy, and is considerate to the servants, blows into the Prince's mansion like a gust of cool evening wind.

Even if he is a man.

Not to mention that with his company, His Highness miraculously recovered.

Ezi had seen that old lady who usually only likes to think about needlework praying more than once. She was obviously born in His Highness's mother's family, and she should be called a cousin by His Highness. She has always been a staunch atheist.

He kept his own place and didn't take any advantage for himself after leaving. Seeing the way the half-lived, human-like old lady held his wrist and babbled, one knew what kind of child he was not good at thinking about himself.

A planet, tsk, His Highness didn't specify the upper limit when he said that he would give it away. Judging by the posture, he just wanted a planet with an annual output of nearly twelve figures, and His Highness would fulfill his promise.

As a result, the little Mr. Fugia, who is said to have only a six-figure deposit, just waved his hands and smiled after listening to it, without any intention of accepting it, as if it was a very boring joke.

Ezi didn't understand, maybe this is high morals or unfathomable?

While chatting and laughing, with hundreds of billions in ashes, Lancer, who was high-spirited or unfathomable, opened the door of the dormitory.

There are two rooms and one living room, and the other roommate has not come yet.

The board and lodging conditions of the First Military Academy are notoriously good, and under the state subsidy, the tuition fee and school board and lodging fees are kept at a low level.

He looked around in the two rooms, and finally chose the one with windows. The landscape shrubs in the military academy were low, and there was no shelter outside the windows on the second floor. The lighting was also good, and the moon might be visible at night.

The bed had already been made, Lancer touched it with his hand, and it wasn't rough, it was as soft as his old handkerchief.

Is that Master Nahusi the Princess and the Pea?

Thinking like this, he opened the suitcase that he thought he should bring into it, and then Wei Mi and the others tossed and tossed it casually.

The zipper is two-thirds of the way down, and it's almost held open by what's stuffed inside.

Forget about those bottles and cans, after all, he watched Finu stuff them in with his own eyes.

But will he have so many clothes in his closet?

He couldn't tell when he was wearing a silk nightgown or a dressing gown?Four sets of dresses of different colors and styles that have never been seen before?Leisure Suit?Knitted sweaters?

Different styles of clothes in different seasons.

He even dug out two sets of four-piece bed sets from it. Judging from the color selection, material and stitching, it was undoubtedly the work of Qi Luolisi and Miss Manke.

He understood now why the suitcase was so heavy.

Before moving into the Prince's Mansion, he couldn't be better at doing housework, so in less than half an hour, he had almost furnished the entire room.

Remove bedding.

He really didn't want to waste other people's thoughts, but these two sets of bedding looked really expensive, and they didn't match this straight man's room at all.

He froze for a while, then heard a knock on the door.

roommate?

He didn't think too much, walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door was a girl holding a big box. She was wearing a blue and white peaked cap with the words "One Army Running Errands" printed on it. Seeing him coming out, she quickly asked, "Hi, may I know where you live?" Mr. Lancer Forgia, Room 9, 2nd Floor, Building B207?"

Lancer took a step back: "Is...me?"

"You have a shipment, please show your ID card to pick it up."

Lancer took out the ID card from his pocket in a daze and handed it over.

The girl then put down the suitcase and took out a small scanner from the small backpack on her waist. After scanning, she got a beep. She put the scanner away and showed Lancer a bright smile.

"The confirmation is successful and the delivery is safe. Thank you for your cooperation. If you are satisfied, can you give me a five-star review?"

Lancer couldn't turn the corner anymore, he nodded cooperatively, and then the girl in front of him smiled even sweeter, said thank you very much, and left quickly.

He was left standing there in a daze.

He didn't remember that he had bought anything on Xingwang recently, but when he opened it, there was actually a more exquisite wooden box inside, with some cursive characters engraved in the middle.

He was even more confused, and then opened the box.

Inside is a quilt core.

It was as soft as a cloud, and the touch was exactly the same as the one he had covered every night during the months when he lived in the Prince's Mansion.

A heart that is so simple that it is a bit out of place.

He squatted there watching for a while, and then showed a smile that was softer than the quilt.

The author says:

After many years, Lancer understood that every gift given by fate (Prince's Mansion) secretly marked the price