Why is the waste prince like that?

After he finished his wanderings today, returned to his dormitory, and took a shower, he turned on his brain, ready to complete the content of the holographic part.

He refined the appearance of the mecha, making the cold rays passing by the coating more obvious, trying to achieve an immersive feeling as much as possible.

After all, it is a big project. The process arranged by Lancer is done according to the time limit and free time. Unlike other big bloggers, he does not have a team, so he does not seek speed, but only precision and beauty.

He asked everyone to change their identities and positions as soon as they clicked on the video, and look at the platinum-colored mecha from the perspective of the left and right wings.

Every move he makes, he bends his waist, jumps up, chops and shuttles.

Sure enough, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the video looks better. In reality, the Crown Prince's aura is too strong, even with a smile on his face, it is difficult to look directly at him.

I like some stern profiles and pupils that are almost ice blue illuminated by fluorescent light.

He almost finished today's part, checked the time, and planned to browse the star network for another half an hour to see if there were any other materials.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, it was full of news.

Click in and have a look, full of @ and comments.

He was a little confused, so he clicked on the comments first, and the content of the last few posts made him scratch his head.

[It's me who went crazy: Father-in-law, I am your long-lost daughter-in-law

So cute and pitiful Ah Cheng: Hiss, he has more ideas after knowing that he is not a model

Little Naga regrets that: Thank you, I have already applied for a cleaner in the first army]

He didn't understand it, so he switched to @看看看.

After seeing the Weibo content of those military bloggers, he probably understood what happened.

He is considered to be an uncle in his 50s and [-]s.

He searched again and ate the whole melon.

If he had seen it when it happened, he would have tried to justify it, but after everything was over, Jalan Nordbend was very confused.

I can only stare blankly at the comments under the original Weibo.

He has always known that his fans are more enthusiastic, and the ratio of men and women is even.

After thinking about it, he still deleted this article. It was not his original intention that things would turn out like this.

In fact, he couldn't figure out why some people always think that gender is related to ability. From what he's seen, women's abilities are not inferior to men's, and no one on the battlefield has time to laugh at each other's gender.

Talking about licking face or defending idols is not uncommon in male circles. In the early years, he also saw military school male students in some small forums for two female generals, Nalia Xiga and Fuluomenduoluo The rankings were arguing on the two thousand floors, and finally they made an appointment to have a fight in the Xingwang Arena.

Lancer's thinking diverged a bit when he thought of this. He was more inclined towards Fromondoro in his selfishness. Compared with the light-sensitive type, Fromondoro's aggressive type was more to his taste, and the fiery flame pattern painting was also very Beautiful, but it's a pity that Na Li's fans won in the end.

Alas, that Fuluo fan should concentrate on training his aim.

Samir finished listening to Narista's report with a blank expression, and it took him a long time before he said, "I didn't know that the First Military Academy is in such a decline now."

"Did he refuse to say a few words for himself from the beginning to the end? Did he just let others slander him like this?"

After Samir finished these few sentences, he stopped immediately, he didn't think he should pay so much attention to this kind of thing.

He tried to make amends, but in the end he just added, "He should know his responsibility. Since people on the Internet have linked him to Gu, he shouldn't let others slander him like a ball of cotton."

Narista felt weird when he heard it, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at the butler, seeing that he also looked calm, he couldn't help but doubt himself.

Everyone knew that the fiancé was just a cover.

Propaganda must not be ignored. His Highness must be so angry because he discovered that His Highness's people were trying to smear him in troubled waters.

In the silence, he boldly opened his mouth to test: "Your Highness, do we need to contact Jaran Nord..."

Samuel flatly refused: "No."

There's no need to lift him to that height, he's just an insignificant person, and he can help with a little effort, but it doesn't make him feel how important he is in his heart, and it's not enough to be proud of him.

After thinking about it, Samir said, "He doesn't have such a high value, don't let him get involved with us."

"Yes."

When Narista walked out, he still couldn't figure out the meaning of the prince, and felt that the other party was not worthy of having anything to do with him?

strange.

He walked with the butler, hesitant to speak several times, wanted to ask the senior's opinion, just as he opened his mouth, the butler put his finger to his lips.

Meaning, indescribable.

That's weird.

military training.

Very cruel.

The non-combat department is easier, but it is also an unspeakable torture for the students.

The beginning is a long-distance marathon, early to eat early, late to eat leftovers, there is no chance to be lazy, there are instructors on both sides of the team to watch, and you have to climb to the finish line.

There is an area for the combat system, and an area for the command system and the mech system.

The military training base of the First Military Academy is not far away, and there is an entire mountain range in the suburbs, where these young students can be trained at will.

Lanser didn't run for long and saw a lot of loose people from other departments in the team of the command department. At this time, he was really thankful that Sammy was difficult to deal with, so that he could hold on for a while.

The instructors who followed were all fierce, taunting the students who were moving fast in their eyes, like a group of soldiers.

"Run, are you crawling? Do you expect the combat system to carry you on the battlefield?"

"I don't have any strength to repair the mecha? Don't get your arm broken first!"

"Your legs and feet are softer than plasticine, why are you suffering from kidney deficiency?"

"Hurry up! Capture the thief first and capture the king first. You will be the first to kill this little commander on the battlefield. If you don't run fast enough, your head will be chopped off!"

The faces of these students turned red from the ridicule, and they didn't dare to talk back and ran away silently.

The temperature in the mountains was not too high, and Lancer didn't feel uncomfortable running, and even had time to observe the terrain.

"The one with black hair, hey, his eyes are also black, what are you looking at?"

Lancer didn't speak, Lancer looked away and ran silently.

Unexpectedly, the instructor with the cropped head slowly ran to his side and repeated his question again: "Hey, what did you just watch?"

Lancer pursed his lips, glanced at him, and couldn't help but turn back, his cheeks were a little flushed or flushed with excitement, and he quickly replied in a low voice with an obedient face: "I saw six hidden points, if Arrange a strong attack gunner with a high defense at two o'clock, and an agility attack at nine o'clock. It should be able to control for 5 minutes, enough to wipe us out."

After he finished speaking, he blushed and quickened his pace and ran away, leaving the instructor with a cropped head full of question marks: "Huh?"

The kids in the command department are really weird.

His partner also came over at this time: "What did he tell you?"

Instructor Cuntou was looking at the hidden spot which is now at 02:30, and pointed at the point: "We squatted in that direction to set up guns, Brother Fang can control here for 5 minutes with one hand in ambush at nine o'clock, take these All the children who run slowly will be killed."

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His voice was so loud that everyone heard it before and after he said a word, which was more deterrent than the previous ridicule and reprimand. The students who were a little sloppy in their steps suddenly accelerated as if they were on hormones, and they couldn't wait to keep going. Get away from this devil instructor.

Partner: "Are you sick?"

Cun Tou: "Why the fuck are you scolding me?"

Partner: "Do you think there is anyone around us?"

Cuntou saw that the surrounding area was empty: "Hey, that kid said it, I just thought about it!"

Partner: "It's really you, I want to beat the slow-running child to death... It's really good to wait for that point, you said what kind of cannon should we fight, and it won't work if there is a landslide. I think it will take more than a dozen shuttles You can die in all directions."

Cuntou: "Indeed, the whole mountain collapsed, so why don't we run away, but if they send me some t0 hehehe..."

Partner: "With t0, who needs Brother Fang, hehehe, t0 is my t0, hehehe..."

The blank area with them as the center expanded even larger.

Lancer estimated that about one-third of the time he ran, he had already started to pant a little, and his mind was all about controlling his breathing rhythm, completely unaware that he had inadvertently and indirectly hurt some of his classmates.

At this time, it is better to say that it is excited than tired.

Training Course.

The rubbing sound of the lightsaber makes one's teeth sour, and the shells that pass by bombard the destination that has disappeared. Due to the amazing reflexes and physical fitness of the operator, the aggressive platinum mecha shows speed and strength that it shouldn't have. Agile, those rich in classical style fighting techniques, make his operations graceful, precise and murderous.

Two minutes later, the opponent who was no longer young stopped his action against the tip of the sword on the engine.

When Liu Diqi stepped out of the mech, the distinguished young opponent had already walked up to him, and he shook off the other's supporting hand in dissatisfaction: "I'm not so old yet."

The white-haired little old man walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, but the other party couldn't keep up. He reluctantly said, "You've made a lot of progress."

Tianhuang Guihua's disciple laughed and followed quickly, with healthy and clear blue eyes: "The teacher taught well."

"Hmph, come on, don't use the crown prince's tricks on me. What do you mean by keeping those hands just now? Have pity on my old man?"

The blonde prince justified himself: "Of course not, I'm just... a little rusty..."

"Strange? Yes, I haven't practiced for a few months..."

"No... teacher," the young prince next to him carefully chose some less offensive words, and said softly, "I think, I think, if I don't stop at that time, something very bad will happen."

Liu Diqi turned his head to look at this rare disciple who showed such obvious hesitation, he pondered for a while, and then said: "I also have the feeling that although this old bone has long been no match for you, it has never been Like today, it makes me feel like I'm…"

He found a word to describe it.

"The mantis arm is the car."

The author says:

Samuel: Be wary of some insignificant people being arrogant

Narista: Then we will help him clear the square to fight gangsters?

Olyassim: I don't say much, I understand everything