Dawn Sleep

There was gradually a commotion on West Yinhe Street, and the spectators only dared to stand at a distance, watching the dispute between the nobles.

"No way," Master Brandon sneered, spreading his hands in feigned surprise, "Miss Bei, what is your expression—won't you tell me that the friend behind you is really a commoner? Is it true? Will civilians come to West Galaxy Street?"

"How about my friends, it's not up to someone like you who can only see their origins to judge." Bemaner said coldly, "Brandon, get out of there, don't force me to say too nasty things."

Brandon smiled indifferently: "Don't be so angry, I just want to meet this friend..."

"I heard that Ms. Bei has been depressed since she came back from the distant star. Since this friend can please you, then he must have something unique, am I right?"

Following these words, countless spectators turned their gazes to the thin, pale, black-haired young man behind Bemaner.

Some whispers came from all around.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Master Brandon's words had already made Jiang Jianming into the kind of person who would like to take advantage of the noble lady.

Bemaner was secretly annoyed.She had a long-standing grudge with the second young master of the Brandon family. The reason was that she mercilessly rejected the young master's publicity of love a few years ago, which caused the latter to hold a grudge in his heart.

It's just that over the years, the status of the family has been there, and no matter how annoyed Brandon is, it is impossible for him to be blatantly rude to her.

But Jiang Jianming is different, he has no power, no power, no relatives, no reason, and he is not of the nature to bend over and beg for mercy, if he is targeted by such a garbage man...

Bei Man'er bit her lower lip, regretting that she shouldn't have brought him here.

Suddenly, there were some strange comments from the crowd.

"Hey, what about that disabled human..."

"What is he doing?"

Bemaner and Brandon were taken aback for a moment, and looked sideways.

I saw the black-haired young man who had been so quiet that he had no sense of existence, now he pursed his lips in embarrassment, and a few strands of hair hung down in front of his frowning eyebrows.

He was pressing the headset with one hand, and the projection screen was projected on the wrist of the other hand, and he was whispering something: "...Sorry, I'm inconvenient right now, can you wait..."

……

Jiang Jianming knew that he had a problem. He was not very good at checking the text messages on his wrist phone in time.

Just for this, Tang Zhen nagged him countless times when he was in the military academy.

But he thinks it is because of his personality. He likes to be immersed in thinking or being alone, and he often reads an academic book for hours.All of these require a long period of quiet and concentration, free from external disturbances.

"Besides, if there is really an emergency," he said to Tang Zhen indifferently back then, "don't normal people call the real-time chat directly?"

There are two communication functions of the wrist phone, one is text message, and the other is call with projection.

To put it bluntly, it is the difference between text messages and phone calls.

"That's the way it is said..." Tang Zhen rolled his eyes weakly.

Jiang Jianming: "That's fine, anyway, it's not an important thing, why do you need to keep an eye on it all the time."

In short, Tang Zhen couldn't beat him.His Royal Highness Laian was not as neurotic as he is now, nor is he as idle as he is now.So his problem can continue.

But at the same time, he has another habit: as long as there is a conversation call, he will answer it immediately to avoid delays.

It was only when the projection screen flashed above the wrist machine that Jiang Jianming realized that something was wrong.

He subconsciously picked up the call, but it doesn't seem like the atmosphere for chatting now...

Seeing Bemaner and Brandon turn their heads, the attention of passers-by was also attracted.

Jiang Jianming reacted very quickly, and quickly tore off a corner of his coat to block the projection first, so as to prevent outsiders from seeing Garcia's face.

His eyes fell, and the face of His Royal Highness was indeed reflected on the opposite side of the small projection.

Garcia didn't seem to have expected Jiang Jianming to pick it up so quickly, and he turned to Xinyue immediately before he could clean up the bored look between his brows.

"Jiang, I don't want to scold you."

A magnetic voice came from the headset. Garcia covered his lips with a fist, coughed, and restrained the raised corners of his lips into the usual stern lines, but his tone was relaxed.

"...But you shouldn't ignore me, this is a serious matter. Your body has not healed, and now you are alone..."

"Hey! What about you!"

The servant named Martin suddenly shouted at Jiang Jianming: "Our Master Brandon wants to meet you, didn't you hear? This is the blessing you have accumulated in eight lifetimes, so hurry up!"

When Martin yelled this sentence, his face was very ugly.

He didn't understand what was going on with this disabled human civilian...

Didn't you see that the young master of the Brandon family is in front of you?Or is it too thick to realize the hostility towards him?

It's fine if this person is not afraid to tremble, how can he still be chatting leisurely?

He must let this kind of ignorant guy know how powerful he is.

The next moment, Martin raised his eyebrows triumphantly... As he wished, he saw the young man suddenly raised his face, his lips were slightly pale.

Jiang Jianming looked a little flustered. He pressed the headset with one hand and said softly, "...No, listen to my explanation."

On the other side of the headset, the originally pleasant voice suddenly disappeared.

"...Jiang Jianming."

A few seconds later, the chilling tone sounded again: "Who are you with?"

"What's the matter?" On the opposite side, another follower was not far behind, and his arrogance became even more arrogant, "Where do you call for rescue, huh?"

Jiang Jianming put his slender fingers on the center of his eyebrows, looked at the farce in front of him, and said weakly: "No..."

Garcia sneered: "No, yes?"

"No? I'm sorry you don't dare."

The two attendants smiled and tried their best to provoke him: "Untouchable, what are you standing there looking at, come here quickly. Believe it or not, I will pull out your eyeballs if you are so shameless!"

Bemaner was furious, raised her wrist phone and said, "Brandon, he is a cripple, if you guys continue to harass me, I will call the police to the patrol team!"

Brandon didn't want to tear up his face with Bemaner, so he waved slowly: "Ah, ok, ok... that's fine. Martin, Xiu, come back, it seems that this friend doesn't want to play with me."

The two followers lazily agreed, and one of them gave Jiang Jianming a pooh.

They turned around and prepared to go back to the young master.

The spectators around saw that the farce was over, and they also wanted to disperse.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the clear voice echoed in everyone's ears with strong helplessness:

"No, it's just that I met a few gangsters who caused trouble on the road. It's really not as serious as you think!"

I saw that handsome handicapped human being pressed the headset, with a sincere expression: "I'm sorry, I'll call you back after I solve it... okay?"

"Being bullied? No, how is it possible! And they are leaving after Sapo..."

"What do you mean you can't let go, please be sober, I'm not a patrolling policeman who arrests people."

"..."

Quiet, the West Galaxy Street is extremely quiet.

People stared, and none of the spectators dared to gasp.

At some point, the two attendants kept walking with their legs raised, and turned their heads to stare at Jiang Jianming in a daze.

Brandon's elegant face also stiffened a little.

Even Bemaner was lost.

"Hello." Brandon suddenly called out to Jiang Jianming.

Jiang Jianming supported his forehead and sighed: "...give the communication to the other party? No, no. Please stop making trouble, please. This is my private matter, please let me handle it myself."

"Pfft."

Among the crowd, I don't know who couldn't hold back their laughter.

The people in the distance began to whisper: "Isn't that stupid, this crippled human being, hasn't been communicating since the beginning?"

"So he doesn't seem to have looked at Brandon..."

"God, what background is this guy?"

"How could this demeanor really be a commoner?"

"You boy," Brandon blushed suddenly.He laughed back in anger, the corners of his eyes twitched, "Look down on me!?"

On the other side of the headset, Garcia asked in a deep voice, "Enough, don't talk nonsense, where are you?"

Jiang Jianming was anxious and found it funny, so he couldn't help but said: "Really stop making trouble, you have never been to Aslan, can you recognize the location I told you..."

Garcia: "You still want to play dumb? I'll let you report the cosmic coordinates in the concept of the three-dimensional star map."

"..." As soon as these words came out, Jiang Jianming's expression froze.

Three-dimensional star map, cosmic coordinates, this is a positioning method that only the space systems of mechs and starships will use.

Come on, is his little Highness planning to drive a mecha or even a starship into West Yinhe Street directly! ?

On the bustling commercial street, Brandon was approaching furiously, followed by his two followers like door gods.

Garcia: "Forget it. Don't turn off the communication, I will check your location myself."

No.

No, no, no, no, Aslan is doomed!

Jiang Jianming panicked and thought to himself: this person has an unruly personality, but now he is in such a neurotic state, I am afraid that it is not true that he can go crazy.

But is this possible?

On the occasion of the empress's [-]th birthday, the crown prince who had been dead for three years suddenly cheated on his corpse, and drove a starship into the imperial capital for the sake of a mere commoner?

This is no longer a question of whether it is possible, but a question of whether the empire will work.

No!

Jiang Jianming suddenly said: "Wait!...I understand, just wait for me for a minute."

After saying this, he looked up.Finally, he looked carefully at the young master Brandon who had already walked in front of him.

This is a young man in his 25s and [-]s, with brown hair in a long braid that is popular among nobles, exquisite and luxurious clothes, and an overindulgent pale complexion... His facial features seem to be filled with four words of arrogance.

Poor Young Master Brandon didn't know what was going to happen, he condescended and said sarcastically, "Have you finished your communication?"

Jiang Jianming smiled at him apologetically: "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry."

The next moment, I saw the figure of this disabled human being with a weak and harmless temperament, polite and quiet words and deeds flickered.

The onlookers couldn't even see how he moved.

By the time he realized it, one of Master Brandon's arms had already been caught, using it as a fulcrum, his body was raised high, and the hem of his gorgeous clothes fluttered——

boom! !

The back of his shoulder hit the ground, and he fell over his shoulder neatly.

The crowd screamed.

"Ugh!" Brandon's eyes bulged, and he almost didn't spit out the acid in his stomach.

His mind was buzzing, and the spoiled young master didn't realize what happened, "You...cough, you..."

Bemaner's eyes lit up, and her voice came out before her mind: "Beautiful!"

The two followers changed color in horror.

They were like two broken puppets, their teeth creaked and rattled for a long time before they spoke incoherently:

"You—you, you kid, how dare you..."

"He's finished, he dared, dared to face the young master of the Brandon family..."

Under the disbelieving gazes of the onlookers and the frightened gazes of his followers, Jiang Jianming walked up to Brandon who was paralyzed on the ground.

His expression was still indifferent, even gentle.

... Just kidding, no matter how he is said to be a "weak and disabled human being", he is also a military cadet who came out of the First Military Academy of the Empire.

Didn't Yin Beidou grit his teeth and drag his feverish body through those devil trainings for newcomers?

In the silence of the commercial street, Jiang Jianming gently raised one leg and stepped on the face of Master Brandon with the sole of his shoe.

He even apologized again gently: "I'm really sorry, don't block the road in the future."

——A dandy like Brandon would not be his opponent at all, and he never took it seriously.

On the ground, Brandon's face was distorted by being stepped on, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his mouth muttered: "Hey, horn, die, huh?"

He almost popped his eyeballs, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and tried to point to Jiang Jianming's nose: "Yeah...but the crippled, the crippled are tired... I have to, I have to make my bones thicker, my life... "

"Please."

The corners of Jiang Jianming's lips seemed to be curved, and he lowered his head slowly.

The voice is like the bewitching of the devil.

"The noble young master released crystal bones in the street in a private fight, causing countless casualties to innocent passers-by. I've already figured out the headline for tomorrow's headlines for you."

"His Majesty's birthday banquet is approaching. Isn't such an exciting news headline very pleasant to your noble family?"

Brandon was shocked, and stared at Jiang Jianming with a ferocious look as if he was staring at his father and enemy.

"..."

"........."

No one spoke anymore, and this prosperous commercial street seemed to have never been so quiet.

Jiang Jianming slowly moved his legs away, his eyebrows lowered, and he heard a soft laugh from the headset.

Garcia's pretendingly cold voice came faintly: "You're going to fight now? You have a bad temper, and your mouth is so poisonous. You came back to recuperate, so you can fight every now and then. That's not allowed."

A few seconds later, he added another sentence: "...Don't you have a gun?"

Well, make me happy.

Jiang Jianming immediately confirmed this, heaved a sigh of relief quietly, and at the same time ignored His Royal Highness's last dangerous speech.

It's not bad, although it's not in his habit to act so ostentatiously... But at least, he successfully saved Aslan from the clutches of the prince.

Jiang Jianming turned around and greeted Bemaner who was also stunned: "Let's go."