Why is the waste prince like that?

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the students in the first army whose mother planet has a hot climate have already wrapped themselves in cotton coats.

Tosami's blessing, during this time, every morning when he goes out, he has to touch several light blond hairs from his fleece jacket.

He studied with Mr. Malena for a period of time, and the other party soon recommended him to an eccentric professor Abner.

It was not the first time that this Professor Abner had met him. After all, Lancer had also taken one of his courses, which was the one that required paper assignments.

This old professor has a high status. As a teacher with no more than four classes a week, he has his own big office, which is terribly messy, with illegible manuscripts and old-fashioned hard drives scattered around.

As soon as Lancer entered, his body tensed up.

Without him, the fist is hard.

His own life is relatively simple. On the one hand, it is due to frugality, and on the other hand, it is because he does not want to waste time tidying up. After all, he is a little unbearable when the environment is messy. Every time Sammy finishes playing with toys, he has to clean up the carpet with it. Pack up everything on the bed and arrange it according to the position in the instruction manual of the toy box before going to bed.

But for his new teacher, his office of tens of square meters is like a small garbage dump, and there are not many places where he can set foot.

Even the old professor himself was forced into a corner by this pile of things, working on the only pitiful corner of the desk.

When the other party unceremoniously picked and criticized his thesis, and frantically flipped through the manuscript in the trash in front of him, Lancer finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He properly put away the naturally encrypted manuscript, asked the professor for a few scraps, and then let the professor immerse himself in his own research.

Professor Abner has written the manuscript for this season in a hurry, and is confidently using the function he just discovered to let his brain scan and convert the text, and he looks up casually while waiting.

He adjusted his glasses.

He adjusted his glasses again.

The little disciple who was supposed to leave knelt down on the ground. He took out a manuscript, carefully identified it, and pinned it together with other manuscripts with paper clips.

Behind him, there are stacks of astonishingly high piles of paper neatly arranged in a square formation.

"What are you doing?"

The little disciple stared at a character whose shape could not be discerned, without taking his eyes off it: "I am collecting, teacher."

The little old man strolled over, took two steps left and right, a little unhappy: "What's the point?"

Lancer put down the things at hand, took out a crumpled manuscript and pointed it to him: "I think there is something, for example, my thesis is about the influence of the seasonal change of the river on the Mobiji star on the 453 Bibi River blocking battle." , and you gave me a manuscript of the tidal time of the ancient planet Mozha."

There was no emotion in his eyes, but there was an inexplicable sense of condemnation.

The little unhappiness disappeared immediately, and Abner adjusted his glasses. At this time, the intelligence brain issued a short completion prompt sound, and he turned his head to look.

"About waiting to see uh go ahead Dinel..."

It cannot be said to be exactly the same as the content of his manuscript, it can only be said to have nothing to do with it.

He was silent.

The little disciple made a suggestion softly: "Actually, although your font is difficult to read, you can still recognize it when you look at it. It's just that it's not very similar to the common characters of the empire in Zhinao. Just import it one-to-one in the Zhuanwen font library. .”

It's quite euphemistic, but it's actually saying that teacher, your handwriting is so ugly that it's unique, and it's completely different from the imperial handwriting.

Abner was silent for a moment, with a complex expression and a hint of joy: "You know, when Marlena recommended it to me, I actually planned to refuse."

"But I don't feel that way now."

Can understand his manuscripts, and will help him sort and store manuscripts according to time and theme. A disciple who writes good papers, works quietly, and has a little personality. Is there anything more satisfying than this?

It must be captured and enslaved.

It is true that the First Military Academy is a university with strict discipline, but strict discipline cannot restrain the lively hearts of the students. Every Valentine's Day will be a grand event, with bold banners and lovely ornaments, the campus is filled with Pink breath.

Lanser's geographical club also plans to hold fellowship activities. Lanser was assigned some work of hanging wreaths and writing. After the arrangement was completed, the female president was quite generous and generous. Just tonight.

Lancer didn't plan to join the friendship, he was doing well alone, and being able to raise a furry was his real pursuit at present.

But in the end it stayed.

The male vice president held him back and begged him with snot and tears to stay to support the scene. Lancer struggled in every possible way but couldn't get rid of this guy.

The long table was divided into two rows according to gender, and there was a girl sitting opposite Lancer.

The other party has thick dark green hair as thick as seaweed, big eyes with a pointed chin, and shiny painted lips. He took a sip of wine reservedly, with a little pink on his cheeks, and then asked in a low voice: "Student Virginia Do you have any hobbies?"

In order to hide his embarrassment and stiffness, Lancer also took a sip of the wine he ordered from the crowd. He swallowed too quickly and was unprepared. He replied: "I'm rather...bored. I usually like reading books and exercising."

He has a gentle and handsome appearance, black hair and fair skin, his face was flushed from choking on the wrong wine, his eyes were so wet that he refused to lift them up, and he had a bewitching air of weakness for no reason.

But his back was still very straight, and he only lowered his head slightly, drawing people's attention to his thick long eyelashes and his lips that were moist and soft with wine.

The green-haired man's eyes lit up, he pursed his lips, and his voice was so delicate that water could be squeezed out: "Ah... exercising, student Virginia seems to be in good physical fitness?"

Lancer couldn't bear it a little bit, his momentum became weaker, and his tone was lower: "It's...not bad."

He got up, and he felt that his ears were a little weak. The girl on the other side was still talking, and he could only notice the shining lips.

What is she talking about?

The green hair didn't know why, facing the quiet young man with a blushing face, she felt a fever in her nose for no reason, and her voice was a bit weird: "Ah... so what kind of books does Faugia usually read?"

For a man like this who doesn't understand the style, she would have passed the moment the other party showed indifference.

But Lansephage, his indifference, was more like an itchy refusal than a refusal.

YouQi seemed to be unable to hear clearly, so he raised his dazed eyes glowing with water, looked at her, and showed her this upright and handsome face that was drunk, and then let out a light sigh from his bright red wet lips. One voice: "Ah?"

Her right hand holding the cup tightened suddenly, and her fingers curled up.

A scheming, pure male cadet who is really scheming!

But the other party quickly felt uncomfortable because of the chaotic mind and said, "I'm sorry, I want to go to the bathroom."

What's even more regrettable is that he still doesn't know the name of the green-haired girl.

There was no one in the men's bathroom. After all, no one in the sorority would be as embarrassing as him, who was drunk in front of the girls in less than 5 minutes and only took a sip.

He washed his face with cold water to let the heat from his cheeks fade a little, and then he saw the redness of his nose in the mirror.

Ridiculous look.

Very helpless, I had to find a reason to leave, and Sami was still waiting for me in the dormitory.

He was thinking, when a person walked in from the door.

He was dressed strangely, wrapped tightly in black, only his eyes were exposed, but he couldn't see clearly.

It's a little familiar, very strange, is it some alien classmate that I don't know well?

He turned around, intending to pass by the other party.

Since he was unfamiliar, the other party probably didn't really want to greet him like this.

Just when he turned slightly sideways, ready to pass by each other.

A big iron-like hand grasped his left wrist instantly.

Lancer's reaction was fast enough, and the alarm sounded in his heart almost instantly, his right hand and left knee attacked at the same time, attacking the opponent's left rib and lower body.

But even though the opponent was wrapped like a bear, he possessed beast-like intuition and skillful strength, not only did he quickly and accurately block and evade his attack, but also clamped him on the sink with his backhand.

Lancer was controlled by others, his waist was pushed against the edge of the sink, and he was suppressed to death. He rarely stared fiercely at the unexpected guest who suddenly made an attack.

Combat student?Or not a student at all?He was still half an inch away from touching the emergency button of the brain.

The other party was silent for a long time, and just when he could not bear to question him, he let out a familiar and weird voice: "...Lan..."

Lancer was taken aback, and immediately slumped his shoulders. When he came back to his senses, he was angry and funny, and his fighting spirit disappeared without a trace.

With a little effort, he broke free from the fiery and powerful shackles like iron tongs before, and untied the scarf wrapped around the head of the bear-like man in front of him, revealing half-length light golden curly hair and an unhappy mouth. handsome face.

The blue eyes were moist, and the short hairy light golden brows were pressed down, staring at him with displeasure.

Or how to say that the face is very important, without showing the face, it is a terrifying enemy like a tower like a bear, after showing the face, it is a wronged winter blond sweetheart.

Lancer couldn't even accuse it of running out without authorization, but raised his hand to touch its warm cheek, first to appease the unhappy big cat.

"I'm sorry, Sammy, I have something to do today and I didn't go back on time. I'll tell them later, and we'll go back."

Samir was used to it, and now he just looked at it coldly. This guy is really very patient with cats, and there is almost no bottom line.

The blond sweetheart took a step closer to Lancer, and the seductively handsome face also approached, until the tip of his nose was touching the tip of his nose, but Lancer didn't feel that there was anything to be nervous about, he was very relaxed, and his voice was still calm and soft: " Okay? You stay outside the door for a while, don't bother anyone, I'll just go..."

So close, but...

Samir and the cat can see clearly from the outside, the green-headed girl is dressed up beautifully, and her eyes are even more affectionate. Out of some kind of strange feeling of like-mindedness, he is too lazy to remind the cat to pay attention to the royal etiquette at this time.

But a cat is a cat and will only do what it wants.

Lancer was about to put the scarf back on the big cat's head. He stretched out his hand while talking, and his tone was very natural.

"Be good, I'll give it to you when I get back..."

The slightly unpleasant handsome face suddenly pressed down, the soft and plump lips covered the thin and soft lips of the other person, and the breath sprinkled on the sides of each other's noses, reducing the distance between the two to nothing, even negative.

It was very anxious but moved very fast, imitating how humans hold the other's warm face, but one palm is already too wide, almost holding the other's thin white chin with force, squeezing the pale pink lips, The wet red flesh in the mouth was exposed.Slightly tilted his face to the side like a wild beast and completely occupied it, but he didn't know how to do it, he just gently sucked and sucked, bit and bit the flesh of his lips that was so hot that he was staring at it just now.

The other palm had no place to rest, so it slid down naturally, strangled the flexible and thin waist of the young man in his arms, and tightened it towards his arms.

It is very fragrant, very fragrant.

Lancer was attacked by it unpreparedly, the previous alcohol seemed to rush to his head again, burning his sanity and vision beyond recognition, triggering an unprecedented frightening fever.

…what why?

The author says:

SOS Sami Mommy, run away, this chapter has a pure big cat crime (?) link.

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