Why is the waste prince like that?

While Samir was checking, the Supreme One in the palace opened the ciphertext.

He had a majestic and grim face, clouded for months by unforeseen misfortune, and yet he unfolded the pages with great gentleness.

Varun waited aside with his head bowed, staring at the ochre-red carpet trimmed with gold.

After a brief silence, he heard an uncontrollable laugh.

It was not the emperor's voice but the father's voice followed up.

"My child, my little sun, has returned to the embrace of the empire!"

Valen thought to himself that you have never let go, otherwise the prince's mansion without an owner would be as defenseless as an iron bucket, and naturally he continued to compliment non-stop: "Your highness has accomplished martial arts, so he is blessed by God."

His Majesty the Supreme Majesty's already stretched face showed a trace of joy that could not be concealed: "I have summoned Marquis Stasha for me."

When Lancer ran to the nine-tenth section, there were not many people left around him. He pursed his lips, and his wet red face occasionally dripped with sweat as he ran. He had already passed several rest points. It is estimated that After a while, we should be able to arrive before the meal time.

In fact, he didn't feel hungry anymore, he only felt a slight heat in his lower abdomen, and his legs were running mechanically.

The scenery in front of him has gradually turned into a cooler forest, and the dizziness after being exposed to the scorching sun eased slightly. He calmed down and continued to think about some endless things in his head.

For example, in the forest terrain combat plan, large weapons are fine, and they are easy to miss, so some high-precision and low-sounding ones are needed.

He didn't think for a long time, and soon several buildings with white walls and blue roofs appeared in front of him, and behind the wall was the destination.

When Meng Luo walked into the cafeteria like a dead dog, he couldn't help but wailed for those trays that only had green vegetables left.

Immediately, he saw his weak-looking roommate sitting on the seat and eating salad alone. He was really tired and hungry, and he was half full of water. Sad and helpless, he moved his sore legs close to his roommate, trying to hug him for warmth.

He just sat down, and just raised his head: "Lan, seriously, why do they have to limit meals..."

His handsome and thin roommate put down his fork and smiled at him, and took out from under the table a paper box that was burst open by a bulging pure meat burger, a pistol leg in a paper bag, two Rice balls wrapped in plastic bags, and a box of Duoduo brand milk were pushed over.

It's getting colder, the meat that no longer smells tangy, the gravy that smells of oil, and the rice balls that look plain are like a sacrament in Meng Luo's eyes, and his embarrassed roommate is covered in blood. The golden light that can save all living beings is simply the second coming of the Holy Father.

Then the Holy Father said: "I don't know the staple food over there, so I ordered a little of everything. It's a bit cold. Would you like to heat it up?"

Meng Luo almost shed tears: "No need."

Then he shook off his cheeks and took a few big mouthfuls until the food fell into his stomach, before he took a breath like he was alive.

"I mean it, Lan, you are my god."

He looks gentle, gentle, gentle and thin, but he can run so well.

Lancer thought he was talking about food, and simply explained that he was not a prophet: "Senior Meera asked me to."

After thinking about it, and in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, he took the initiative to explain: "The friend we just added yesterday, she informed me about the marathon in advance, and she asked me by the way."

"I know, Mela told me, but I didn't expect the school to be so cruel."

Meng Luo couldn't be jealous at this time, he wished he could run dozens of miles back to the dormitory of the combat department and kiss his caring wife ten thousand mouthfuls. Unfortunately, it was impossible, so he could only bite the chicken leg hard and chew it angrily. Take a few big mouthfuls.

Lancer ate his after-dinner salad calmly, thinking that your heart is big enough.

He knew this in advance, and immediately went out to buy suitable insoles, a band-aid for his chest, some refreshing scents and sprays, and to prevent sunburn, he took out the small bottle of sunscreen. Unfortunately, when he returned to the dormitory, Meng Luo had already fallen asleep.

When he saw Meng Luo's bleeding chest, he knew that the other party hadn't seen the things he left on the table before going out this morning, so he could only sigh helplessly and push the medicinal spray to him, avoiding the other party's shining gratitude The dog stared, then lowered his head to pick the fruit in the salad to eat.

"Lan, my God."

"Stop it, it hasn't been a few years since the crackdown on religion, I don't want to be guarded by my classmates in the future."

In the afternoon, it was time to start some simple but persistent basic training. Lancer noticed that some students with sallow faces left alone accompanied by the teacher.

It didn't kill them all.

Speaking of which, everyone has a mental body, and if they pay attention to exercise a little, they will not fall to this point. Although Meng Luo looked miserable when he just finished the run, he is a good man who is alive and well after eating.

The first army is still very measured.

The instructor assigned to their class was the one who asked the question earlier, he didn't know how to speak, and there were mostly young masters and ladies in the command department, and his face was flushed by his training in a short time.

Lancer kept his eyes on his nose, nose and nose, and his heart. Fortunately, the other party didn't have time to come to him for a while. Just the reports of those students who were unhappy were enough to make people burnt out.

So spend the day in peace.

On the way back, you don’t have to run back, but it’s not very comfortable. The school deliberately tempers the temper of the freshmen. They ride in the old and old military personnel carrier, and it’s easy to throw people out when they turn a corner. kind.

Lancer saw a boy almost being dumped on a girl with braids, and was stopped by the boy who didn't look easy to mess with next to the girl: "Be careful!"

Immediately after returning home, he took a combat shower and was drying his hair when a text message popped up.

All freshmen please gather at the training ground after 10 minutes.

He blinked, knocked on the bathroom door to inform Meng Luo, then changed into another set of clean military training uniforms and went.

It didn't take long for him to find his class, and stood in his place listening to the noisy and excited conversations of the people around him.

"It's just that, don't you know?"

"What... it's not like you're not like the Riddler, can you?"

"You... the love of your life, didn't you go online this afternoon? It's live!"

"The love of my life is gone. You said that singer is still that idol. Isn't he doing military training this afternoon? It's too late for me to talk to the male god during the 10 minutes of rest."

"That... that..."

Lanser was a little anxious for her while listening to her, but whoever said the name.

Then he heard the music that made people's ears buzz from the extremely loud radio in the training ground.

It was too noisy, he couldn't listen, he could only watch a few people coming up from the rostrum, surrounded by blond men in white military uniforms, making the training ground so silent after the broadcast ended.

Only then did the girl beside her spit out words like a dream: "...the stars."

He has a graceful manner, elegant speech, and a noble and handsome appearance. His half-length blond hair hangs shining brightly by his ears, his blue eyes look like pure gemstones under the sunlight, his lips are slightly plump red, and his few simple words His deep and magnetic voice speaks sweetly in mandarin, and the young people below are swaying with his words, eager to get on the mech immediately and fight for the crown prince, not...the empire.

He didn't stay long, but the exit passage was not the original route, but passed between the queues of students.

The spotless white military uniform and the medals and gold braids reflecting the dazzling light on the chest.

It was the first time for those young students to see the prince of the country they would fight for in the future, and their faces were as hot as red balloons, as if they were about to burst at any time.

His imposing manner was so strong that people didn't dare to look at his handsome face, and could only stare straight ahead in a daze.

Lanser watched quietly across a line. He was still a little immune, so he couldn't help sighing silently in his heart at this moment.

It's the same military uniform, but he just added a few braids and a few medals in a different color, so why does he look so much more handsome than the few people next to him.

After Chu Jun, who is equivalent to the national idol, left, the school leader simply spoke, and the training ground became a sea of ​​noise again.

The usually reserved young master and lady, the alien students who saw the living prince for the first time, opened the star network one after another, clicked on the popular first search, and watched the live broadcast of the empire a few hours ago.

Lancer didn't need to turn on his brain to see the video played by the students in front of him who didn't have a privacy light screen.

He just rubbed it over and watched, through the screen, he could see that the other two princes were sitting on pins and needles.

Ah, comfortable.

The season is gradually turning to autumn, and the night is a little cold now.

The lights were still on in the study room of the Prince's Mansion.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Crown Prince was still wearing the solemn military uniform he wore during the day, but the braids and medals were torn in a mess. He seemed to be eagerly opening a booklet and checking the words in the form word by word.

He is very unfamiliar, so the progress is very slow. When the hour hand reaches the far right, he sees the familiar words, and reads them one by one with joy on his face, as if he wants to dig into his heart.

He remembered very slowly, but luckily the night was still long.

When the sky was light, Olyasim was already waiting at the door. After knocking on the door several times and no one answered, he entered His Highness's room in a special way.

Then he saw that His Royal Highness, who had always been elegant and exquisite, was lying on the ground beside the bed. His clothes hadn't changed. It was still the same military uniform, but it was crumpled at the moment. Scattered, long legs slightly bent one by one, blond hair scattered, red marks on the cheeks pressed by the medal, sleeping with frown, it can be said that there is no image.

Olyasim paused for a moment, stepped back a dozen steps, all the way to the door, closed the door, and knocked on the door again.

He resolved to knock for another half hour.