Why is the waste prince like that?

Lancer's military training life went smoothly. After finishing training at the base, he felt that he had not reached the upper limit, so he had to practice for a while when he went back to bed.

If you want to go to the battlefield, you must not underestimate your physical fitness.

He made a plan, and then turned his gaze to the white moon outside the window.

If life keeps busy, the melancholy in my heart seems not worth mentioning.

exhausted.

low air pressure.

Is it a sequela?

No matter how Samir recalled, he could only recall that he fell asleep vaguely and inexplicably, which was abnormal. Even if he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he would at least take off his clothes and lie down again.

It doesn't make sense to lie on your back at arm's length from your bed like someone who's been attacked and wake up with a sore back and messed up clothes.

He checked the corridor video, which showed that he returned to the room normally at 09:30, and there was no other movement after that.

Moreover, after resting all night, he was very tired the next day, which made it difficult for him to have a good face about the already heavy work.

But still do it.

With his reappearance in front of the crowd, the despicable hiding and snickering mouse will inevitably show his feet, and he will never let this opportunity pass up.

After listening to the report with a rare gloomy face, Samir thought for a while, arranged things one by one, turned on the communication again, and finished the online meeting. He waited until the living room was empty, and he finished reviewing the last one before throwing it away. File closed his eyes and leaned back.

Fortunately, this happened only once in a month. He called the doctor and concluded that it was an occasional sequel.

His recovery is a miracle in itself, and it is very lucky that what is happening now is only the sequelae of sleeping unconsciously at night, which sounds more like a sleep aid benefit.

The straight lip line of the blond prince showed that he didn't think so, but the most sophisticated instruments couldn't give him a more reasonable explanation.

The advice given by the doctor is that it is recommended to go to bed early.

The doctor couldn't understand his beastly sensitivity and suspicion, and he couldn't express it to others.

It's not just the abnormal inspection results, but also.

Since he woke up from his illness, he has never seen his spiritual body again.

Lanser's one-month military training is finally coming to an end. The command department is different from the combat department. I probably won't have the chance to meet these instructors in the future. The students who didn't actively interact with the instructors were teary when they parted.

There are a few activists in each class, and those are the only people Lancer can know, and he doesn't like to socialize very much unless he has to.

Most of the time, he spends 10 minutes of rest by listening to music and reading books on Xingwang.

A song about moonlight.

He moved the desk to the window, so that when he was writing, the silvery moonlight would shine on the paper, supporting every word that came out of the pen.

There are some tree shadows in front of the window, but they can't completely block the view.

Every now and then he would recall something, some rough wet licks and scalding heat.

After school started, he was even more lonely, his roommates were from different departments, Meng Luo's biological clock came to class in the morning, and occasionally got up early to go to a date.

Lancer was quite comfortable with the public class at the beginning, after all, it didn't involve professional advanced theory.

The small bottle of sunscreen was very effective. After the military training, not only did he not get sunburned, he didn't even get tanned. He just developed a little thicker muscles. Although he basically couldn't see it when he put on clothes, Lancer was quite satisfied.

You can keep going to the gym often.

The command department has a high score. There are not many people in total and they are divided into two classes. There are only a dozen people in one class. It is said that after the professional class starts, some people who can't stand the pressure and change majors can be screened out.

Therefore, in the mecha practice class on Thursday, the mechas that the combat department used to queue up eagerly, the command department just had to wait two rounds.

For the first time on the mecha, most people can't even connect mentally, so they have to rely on the teacher's step-by-step guidance.

Lancer is in the second round. The training mecha is the most basic style, without any additional devices embedded, and it is a calm and reliable gray.

The first time is full of expectations and satisfaction. At this time, you can clearly see the difference between nobles and commoners. You can connect once, and then get off the plane after a few random manipulations. Those who don’t have a trace of nostalgia are probably noble students. .

It has to be a rich family, a mecha is really not cheap, and the top-equipped smart brain that he has secretly complained about can only be regarded as a fraction of it. I can't even make up the amount of one hand.

Until he sat in the driving seat, he still had some abnormal heartbeats.

It's so beautiful, whether it's the driver's seat or the joystick, even the cool patch on the temple makes him feel novel.

The teacher's voice sounded from the direction of the built-in microphone: "Lan...Lance Phugia, hold the joystick and close your eyes."

The temples are faintly hot and feel warm.

"Feeling it? Call your spirit body and try to make a connection."

Ferri...

"Mi~"

In the darkness, a pale yellow halo slowly approached and gradually became clear.

It was his kitten, with big ears flicking and running towards him.

When it was so close that it was about to touch the pink and moist nose, it didn't stop running and bumped into it.

Then he had vision.

It's amazing, a giant's perspective.

His head was almost touching the ceiling, and the load-bearing walls looked so flimsy.

He slowly looked around, then lowered his head to look at the teacher who seemed very satisfied.

"Good job, try swinging your arms."

Lancer felt a little sluggish and sticky in his body movements, and he was a little uncomfortable, thinking that he could just swing his arms in one breath.

So he tried to focus on that mechanical arm and waved it lightly.

As light and comfortable as using your own arms.

Then I made some walks according to the teacher's request, and the simple movements such as turning around were over.

For the first-year command students, the practical operation of mechs is not a necessary course.

The command or mecha department will be divided into several majors in the second year, which is why they can recruit a small number of non-spiritual students. If you don’t plan to serve the country on the battlefield, be a theorist or an ordinary mecha repairer, is there any? The mental body is actually not that important.

Even if there is no spiritual body to go this far, the efforts put in are worthy of respect.

It was close to evening when get out of class was over, and the afterglow of dusk reflected the sky into a slightly drunkenness.

Lancer returned to the dormitory with such a view, the indoor slippers were placed on the shoe rack, and the roommate was obviously not there.

He took a shower and walked to the desk while brushing his hair.

The moon hadn't risen yet, so he turned on the desk lamp, opened the recently collected playlist, and started to do his homework.

The soft and hoarse female voice sang, like a river flowing quietly under the moonlight, a night river glowing with charming glow.

Some old professors pursue the feel and reading experience of paper, so they will require students to hand in paper-based written assignments.

This is not difficult for Lancer. His brain was very slow before, so he often wrote notes in books or notebooks and practiced his handwriting.

Although the content of the homework was not much, and he was only required to write [-] words and talk about his opinions, this question aroused his interest, so he simply checked the information along the way.

When he finished writing at his desk, the moon had already climbed to the top of the tree, and Yingying looked down.

After a short scan of the star network, let's finish the last bit of work on the video.

If he doesn't update now, he hardly reads the comments on his homepage.

Obviously, he has never met a few girls in real life, but he is always being teased by words on the Internet. Compared to revealing that he is the real self in the photo, he would rather be treated as a married uncle in his 50s or [-]s.

It's not that he hates such things so much, and he doesn't think those little girls have any bad intentions, but he is somewhat embarrassed.

strange.

Thinking like this, he ignored the 99+ of information and opened the real-time hot search.

There is no big event today, the hot searches are all hot searches bought by celebrities and confusing and funny incidents, he clicked in and watched a few, and was amused by the animation of a kitten swearing.

It seems to be a familiar kitten, an internet celebrity cat, with pure white fur and clear and moist blue eyes, which fascinated a large number of Twolegs in the comment area.

He paused, and suddenly lost interest in cloud sucking cats.

The light from the desk lamp is a warm tone that protects the eyes. Is the moon gone?

The music style slowly turned to low and melancholy.

On the swaying treetops, heavy dark clouds surrounded the place where the moon should have been placed.

Only a gleam of light at the edges indicates its presence.

There were some cute little potted plants on the window sill, but he was not in the mood to take care of them, so he gave them to his caring roommate.

He looked away, intending to start the software to finish that point.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the window, followed by the rustling sound of the window lattice.

He looked up.

The young handsome blond man, leaning on the ledges on both sides of the window sill, looked a little more panicked than him, his short, hairy blond brows were furrowed, and his blue eyes, which usually held a gentle but not intimate smile, now Filled with water, with a naive and innocent expression, he lowered his head to look at him helplessly, the broken hair on his forehead scratched his eyelashes and trembled, and he seemed to wink at him.

He was still wearing a nightgown, and the ties were slightly loose during his movements, exposing a large solid and full snow-white chest, arms and thighs, which were clearly seen by the moonlight that had just broken free from the clouds.

The song of the moon in the ear played to the climax, a male voice sang hysterically, and the instrument was not to be outdone, contributing a huge sense of presence, as if resounding in the brain, it was as wild and presumptuous.

Lancer opened his mouth and let out a sound like a mosquito almost losing his voice.

"...Prince...Your Highness?"