Why is the waste prince like that?

It was the first time in his life that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince watched his own video with others, which was a bit novel.

At that time, his hair was very short, and the arc of his jaw was still a bit blunt. It was rare for him to look a little innocent and immature like an ordinary military student.

But he seldom speaks, just smiles slightly at other people, his demeanor is calm but inevitably looks a little alienated and indifferent.

To be honest, Lancer had cut this part, so he smiled and turned his face to boast to his cat who was leaning on him.

"When I cut it, I felt very cute, with such a serious and adult expression, and I was still pinching the edge of my trousers."

"But the performance was great. Our Sami was smart and good, and he was very obedient to the command and worked hard to win."

Like coaxing a child.

Samir is 24 years old, past the age to be proud of such a compliment.

Besides, it turns out that this guy also knows that he is still his fan.

He looked down at the unconcealable joy on the young man's face, and snorted coldly in his heart.

Afterwards, Lancer didn't talk much, just writing something in the notepad next to his pillow. Samuel glanced at it and recognized some data.

The little conductor thought a lot about it.

He couldn't recall the name of the little conductor he had formed a team with, and the other party didn't seem to have much sense of presence.

This is actually very common in the few days when he can get along with ordinary people.

It's hard to tell whether it's awe or flattery, but others are always careful and careful with him.

He didn't think about it any further, because the young man beside him seemed a little sleepy, his head on his shoulders shook slightly, and the body leaning on him got heavier.

You should go to sleep when you are sleepy. It is really wrong for young people to not cherish their bodies like this.

He thought of those old men in the elders' house. They were all famous when they were young, and they were not afraid of death in order to make contributions. Their injuries could be alleviated by medicine, but their mental weakness and psychological injuries were difficult to alleviate when they were old.

But he was a little worried that he would reveal himself, and it was difficult to say a word.

So he fell asleep on his shoulders.

Samuel waited for a long time until the breath became smooth and long.

He looked down at the tip of the young man's nose for a while, then gently took the book from the other's hand and put it aside.

After doing all this, the left shoulder that was being relied on did not shake too much, but the fingertips were a little numb.

It seems that there are more than fingertips.

But he couldn't just sit like this all the time, he thought about it, and hesitated for a while.

After waking up, Samuel stared at the tired face, which looked calm and gentle under the light of the bedside lamp.

Still don't.

Sleep is precious.

So I can only be gentle, and first move the young man's head off his shoulders.

The pajamas were too thick, and his cheeks were a little hot from sleeping, so it felt delicate and slippery to the touch. Samuer's palm was on it, and he knew it all too well.

Peel off the thick and hot old-fashioned pajamas, hold the back of the neck and waist, and move into the bed little by little.

After covering him with a quilt, he also took off his thick pajamas, and folded the pajamas like Lancer usually did and put them in the closet.

Then go back to the bed and look at the sleeping face.It was a little red when I slept, and there was no threat when I was awake, and it was even more harmless when I was asleep. The eyelashes were long and dense but not curled up enough, so it was not obvious when I was open, but I could only see it when I closed my eyes.

The nose is not high enough, nor is it that narrow, and the face line is very round and blunt, and it is not like myself. This is not the collagen that will be lost with age, just like the Da family who claim to have pure blood. There are also a lot of intermediate students.

This look can clearly see that their ancestors may have some differences.

However, not being able to have a mature face at the right age is a great distress to some people.

He took a moment to observe the face carefully, a face that was a little tender.

But he is not from the Da family, so maybe he will grow into a mature and handsome man in a long time.

Samir laughed mentally at the thought.

He felt something hot and soft dangling inside his chest.

The scary thing is, he doesn't resist.

Will it be the same as before?Overnight?

He looked at it for a while, and felt very bad again.

Taking advantage of someone's danger is not what a gentleman does, let alone...

He put the heavy black coat scarves back on, and finally went to the bed.

So small, it looks so small.

Youth.

His lips, stuffed in the scarf, were slightly raised at the ends.

He finally walked out and closed the door behind him.

Lancer got up late today, it was a rest day, and there was no one around when he woke up.

Sammy went back long ago.

The realization made him a little sad.

Sammy seemed to be growing in wisdom, as he had done before, and each time he came, he was wiser than before.

Now he is even more unsmiling like a little adult.

One day, maybe one day, Sami will find that he is not a person worth relying on?

Does it mature and leave him behind?

Or, does it disappear?

Lancer clenched his hands tightly.

He can accept it.

After all of this, after he's been soothed repeatedly, and after a lot, all of a sudden, it's gone.

He stared at the pattern on the floor.

But there is always something to do.

He turned on the brain, and the brain prompted the message.

The brothers and sisters of the Da family proposed that all the members meet, and Meng Luo sent a lot of news, agreeing to the invitation and praising him for his insightful eyes, seeing his excellence at a glance, and so on.

He packed up his mood, pulled everyone into a group, and made an appointment for a specific time to meet in the library cafe in the afternoon.

Desperately need some cat's claw coffee.

After he changed his clothes and had lunch, he browsed Starnet for a while, read a book for a while, and then set off for the coffee shop.

He was already 10 minutes ahead of schedule, and he didn't expect that there would be someone earlier than him.

The little girl with short flaxen hair and a downcast face but who looks pretty is Ai Zhu.

She ordered a glass of water and had already drank half of it.

Seeing him coming, he stood up abruptly and introduced himself with a blushing face.

"Hi, I'm Ai Zhu, I'm currently studying in the Combat Department, you...you are Lancer's classmate."

Lancer nodded to her and sat on her left.

"Hi, student Ai Zhu, I'm Lancer Forgia, and I'm currently studying in the Department of Conducting."

"I...I know you."

Lancer was a little surprised: "Uh...I'm sorry, but I don't seem to know you."

Ai Zhu lowered her head: "It's okay, actually, you are very famous."

"is it?"

Ai Zhu replied softly: "Yeah, so I didn't hold out hope at first."

"hope?"

"Yeah, I thought you...would agree to Nubian or...Nabosi and Da."

Lancer rarely listens to gossip, and usually forgets it after hearing it, and never takes it to heart, so he doesn't understand what the girl in front of him is celebrating: "Uh... sorry, I should have told you in advance, our two offensive teammates , namely Da Congshi and Da Congyuan."

Aizhu raised her head almost immediately after hearing the name, causing Lancer to notice her pale face, then quickly lowered her head, opened her mouth, and finally made a weak voice: "Sure enough...how can I be so lucky? Woolen cloth……"