Why is the waste prince like that?

"A has already accepted that person's offer, and initially gained trust."

Samir's expression was condensed. He kept his promise and did not plan to pursue it any further. But if others wanted to find out his secrets, wouldn't he be allowed to hold the thief's hand that came over?

"There is no need to contact A in the future. He is very suspicious, and the people around him are still a little bit smart. Just pay attention to receiving A's news."

"Yes."

As the figures in the room left, Samir gradually relaxed his body.

He has been in the fourteenth district for quite a few days, and the matter has not been resolved during this period, and there are countless spies coming to him.

If there were seemingly nothing to prod, the beautiful woman who fell in front of him at the reception just for physical contact, and the low-level official who was eager to shake hands with the crown prince.

If it is an elder, it is not difficult to set up a research institute in private.

Combined with previous information, a rough plan can be easily integrated.

Samuel stretched out a hand, his eyes fixed on it.

After recovering from the honing of the battlefield, the palm was like a newborn. The thick calluses and scars disappeared, and it became like the hand of a nobleman who was not productive. It was broad and white, with slender fingers.

His whole body was reborn like this hand.

If Samir wanted to recall it himself, he could only call it a miracle like other onlookers.

However, after all, he has all the memories, so he can also recall the young man who kneaded and pinched him in the middle of the night before the attack that morning.

Thinking of this, Samuer lowered his eyelashes, and a few blushes appeared on his face.

Don't know what he is doing?

Lanser is running with a load. The requirements of the competition are not difficult to say, but not easy to say, but it is the same old style of games, collecting props, improving equipment to reach the finish line.

Therefore, physical strength is the first priority. If physical strength is not enough to support the journey, no matter how strong other aspects are, it is useless.

After running the last lap, he didn't want to say anything anymore. He just walked slowly for a while, and then sat down next to his three combat teammates.

They were all watching the red-faced Meng Luo run away.

"Student Meng Luo has made great progress. Now he can run for so long."

"Where is this enough, you will fall behind, well, this is the short board of the wooden barrel."

"I don't ask for anything else, at least I have to run as fast as Lan."

Lancer drank half a bottle of water angrily. His speed is also one of the best in the command department, okay?

The servant Da laughed wantonly at the two foreign students for a while, and lightly punched Lancer's arm with his elbow.

"Lan, look at this."

Lancer leaned over to look, and it turned out that it was the team formation information just announced.

There are a total of 52 teams, and the officials are very good at making troubles. The first three teams are the most eye-catching teams of the three top aristocratic heirs.

After a flamboyant selection, Zeta Napos chose a young genius who is currently well-known in the mecha department, a high-defense type from a Nabos-affiliated family, and an agility type who has some friendship with him.

The commander's name was not familiar to him. Hearing Lancer pointing this out, the servant Da smiled and said sincerely: "Hey, this statement is wrong. The young master of Nabos is both civil and military. Why do you need an ignorant little conductor to guide you?" .”

This person can always mock others with the most sincere expression.

Da Congyuan flicked her nails, her words were more straightforward and unscrupulous than her elder brother: "Their family is like that, they are used to it as if they have a throne to inherit, but they suffer less beatings."

Lanser glanced at Aizhu distractedly, but saw that she was listening silently and nodded slightly.

Nabosi's character is too bad, even the legendary infatuated and gentle girlfriend wants to beat him up.

Then he remembered what Meng Luo said earlier, it seems that Ai Zhu also suffered a lot from the innocent young master when she was in love.

In the final analysis, love across classes is just the plundering of high positions for low positions.

Nubian's configuration is very comprehensive, and the people selected are outstanding in all aspects.

Da Congshi stared at the name for a while, his expression so solemn that everyone around him became cautious, and after a while he slowly said: "Oh, that's him, his little mother gave him a new brother just two months ago. "

New brother?

Lancer didn't understand why he said that for a while, but Ai Zhu was already shocked.

"Didn't you just have a new sister half a year ago?"

Lancer was also shocked. Aren't everyone proletarians? Why do you know so much?

Da Congshi couldn't bear to look directly at him: "Another...another little mother..."

The three monogamous supporters were all shocked.

Da Congyuan, who has been silently staying aside, added: "Breaking the record of the previous generation."

"It seems that this Nubian should not be underestimated."

To be able to stand out among the many wolves and tigers of the main family's children is more or less a ruthless character.

Samir himself had already arranged for researchers to take samples and analyze his body, and it was as if nothing had happened to his body, without any abnormality.

But there are other accidents, so the airtight protection for the past two days has not fallen, and Samuer is really unhappy because of the difficulty of walking during this period.

The [-]th district seemed to be the place they had carefully selected. Officials at all levels had no friendship with him and pretended to cater to him. However, this also made it easier for him to use more vigorous methods.

For half a month, he spent half a month in this ghostly place. After telling Lancer for the third time, the other party seemed to understand something, and said to his "His Royal Highness's close minister" quite considerately.

Said that he already knew that His Highness would not be coming in the near future, said that he did not need to trouble himself to inform him every day, and said that he would greet His Highness on his behalf.

After reading this article, Samir paced back and forth in the room a few times, and for the next ten days, he smirked coldly at those hypocritical and flattering officials.

Now that he is going back, he has to report it.

Say something?

When has he racked his brains to strike up a conversation with someone?

He was thinking hard at the message window, and the other party's message had already jumped out.

Star of the Empire, Only Me Meow: Kitten Probe.jpg

Star of the Empire, only me meows: Hello, I read on the news that His Highness will leave for the Emperor Star tomorrow.

News, yes.

Samir stroked the blue-eyed white-haired kitten that poked its head out quietly, although he could only touch the cold air.

Relaxed and lively.

So cute.

Thinking about it this way, it wouldn't be a bad idea for Lancer to recognize him as a close vassal.

He responded immediately, losing the prudent words and deeds of the past.

Samir: His Highness will come tomorrow evening.

He considered it for a while, and chose the one that looked the friendliest among the default expressions.

Samuel: Smile.jpg

Will this be more like peers?

He wants to get closer to the other party, even if it is psychological age.

After Lanser sent the message, he thought he would have to wait for a while, after all, he was not an important person.

And, might he be a little too proactive.

I blame myself for wanting cats too much.

But the always serious close minister did not raise any objection to his transgression, but quickly gave an affirmative answer, and then reposted a frightening smiley emoji.

Lancer looked at it for a while, blinked uncomfortably, and finally had to admit that this lord minister might be more than a round older than him.

Next time, don't post an emoji.

It's easy to scare yourself.

The return trip was not as smooth as expected, and the other party seemed unwilling to let go of this last chance, and wanted to get samples no matter what.

Samir lowered his eyes and looked a little worried. He let the district chief approach him and whispered something. With the help of a seemingly intimate pat on the shoulder, his stubby fingers pinched away a piece of golden hair hanging there.

The sun was so fierce that no one could see clearly.

Samir's face was normal, and he even showed a light smile that seemed to be relieved at the right time.

In the eyes of the other party, even though they paid a heavier price than before, it was worth it to get the samples without the prince noticing.

As for Samir, the performance ended with great difficulty. Seeing that it was getting late, even the leap would take time, and the personal guards had already begun to persuade him to take a rest on the boat.

It was too late, the impromptu news and the changed plan added an important scene, which made him have to postpone it again and again.

But Samir couldn't help being lucky, hoping that at least he could give his youth a ride.

However, the time and distance will not be changed due to any status. It was already dawn when he landed on the capital planet. He had no intention of using the privilege for his own personal affairs. It took a lot of time to travel according to the usual transshipment.

We had already greeted him on the boat, and the school thought that he came to support his alma mater and establish prestige by the way, so he was naturally very happy and informed all the contestants.

But the entry time cannot be changed, and he didn't plan to change it, so he rushed over, and finally stood there just looking at the backs of the contestants.

Due to the jet lag of M-709, the mist in the morning had not cleared yet. He stood in the thin white mist, his hair and collar were slightly wet, his blue eyes were melancholy and his lips were white.

He didn't miss an important plan, but he missed an important person.

The leader of the school came to make amends, and he said: "It was just a whim, and it was late because of something. The schedule cannot be changed. You have done a good job."

is it?

If we're doing well, why is it raining in your blue eyes?

The reporter standing far away couldn't get past the layers of guards, so he had no choice but to take a blurry photo.

Slip it into today's news, and the headline would be:

I'm looking at the future of the empire

how is it?

The author says:

Samir: I'm looking at the future of the empire...the queen

Samir: I made an expression and he must think we are the same age

Samir: Our relationship has taken another step

Lancer: He must be a married middle-aged uncle