Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Garcia has been sent to school for more than two months, and this week is the last week of his third month.He supported his little gray head, tilted to one side, and the heavy pen was held in his right hand. Even if there was a patient tutor beside him, the result of the useless tutoring was to tell him the answer directly, and he would not I would like to move more and write the correct answer on the homework question.

Poseidon's education focuses on science.That is, emphasis on science.The Poseidon scoring system is that the full score is one point, two points and one point are excellent, three points are good, four points are pass, five points are fail, and six points are too poor.

Monty reluctantly did his homework every time. Either the servant secretly told him that five plus three parentheses and multiplied by six equals 48, or the tutor would eventually handwrite the answers to each question in his hand with a pleasant face.

But Monty still didn't want to go to school.When he arrived at school on the first day last year, Netherland carried him there. The classmates in the class were all younger than him, but they were all taller than him.

When he entered the classroom, everyone's eyes were attracted by the famous Dutch officer in the newspaper next to him.

The Netherlands is handsome, ruthless and invincible. He is the role model and idol of every militaristic fanatical teenager.

Monty propped his head, and turned his expensive pen. He didn't know how to write the word "wait" in Poseidon. The tutor Kadi, who spoke the fluent Poseidon language, gently spoke the authentic Mandarin, teaching How did he come to write this word.

Monty suddenly became emotional and dropped his pen.Pulling the chair away, and leaving the study, Kadi looked at the empty homework without a word written, only to see that it was soaked with water.

I can't help thinking: the little prince doesn't need to cry if he doesn't want to do his homework.

The second month and the third Friday when Ye Mi did not come back.

Garcia was lying on the railing of the small attic, looking at the dark road under the villa.Every time the Netherlands came back, before his car drove over, he would run out to the balcony to look at the still pea-sized car lights.Then, seeing the car was about to drive into his yard, he ran downstairs immediately, stood on the small steps waiting to be picked up, kissed him on the face, and then held his butt, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

García leaned against the railing, and at night Mrs. Susan came to coax him back to sleep.Garcia rubbed his hazy teary eyes, and being held in Madam Susan's arms, he was also sleepy and fell asleep on Madam's body before being held in the bedroom.

Mrs. Susan patted his thin back, once and for all, letting him fall into a deep sleep in the harbor of dreamland.After a long time, she got up and was about to turn off the lamp on the counter.

A maid came in and whispered in her ear, "The admiral is coming back."

Before Mrs. Susan could speak, Monty, who was asleep on the bed, turned over suddenly. Mrs. Susan quickly went to look after him, and saw that he was still awake, and his gray hair was messed up. Tuck in the quilt.

But he saw the little prince raised his little head slightly, he was sleeping on his stomach, somehow opened his sleepy eyes, and muttered in Dardanelles to ask Mrs. Susan who was yelling at him.

Mrs. Susan quickly coaxed him softly, Garcia turned over irritably, got up from the bed, Mrs. Susan quickly patted his back, "Sleep, child of God."

The car coming downstairs honked its horn. Garcia had already got up, but his expression was still sleepy. When the car honked, Garcia suddenly murmured: "Is Ye Mi back?"

The elderly Mrs. Susan coaxed him, "Go to sleep, it's nothing." He was afraid that he would not get enough sleep, and also heard that the general of the Netherlands had returned from injury.

The footsteps of the little army guard, and the cars driving into the courtyard.Garcia got up from the bed in a jerk, and ran downstairs barefoot without putting on any thicker clothes or coats.

Mrs. Susan couldn't stop him, so she heard him running downstairs, stood on the steps, and saw the black car slowly driving into the yard.

In the night, you can't see your fingers, only the headlights of the car and the firefly lights of the small villa.

Garcia stood on the steps, and the maid who hurried over put on his coat and knelt down in front of him to put on his shoes.He looked forward to it, thinking that the admiral would get out of the car, take some toy from the herald, stuff it into his arms, pick him up from the ground, and pat his ass.

Call him "Monty."

Then he raised his chubby little gray head, "Brother." Ye Mi certainly didn't know how long he hadn't been back to the small villa.

But just as he was about to open his hands and wait for Ned Land to pick him up like a chick, the door of the car opened, and two guards stepped forward to help the familiar figure out of the car.

Paley supported Nedland's body, Nedland's black head hung down, and the black and blue military uniform was still neatly worn on his body.

The surrounding subordinates, guards and medical soldiers helped Nedland into the villa.

Garcia was standing in the corridor, and Nedland was walking in front of him. Garcia watched the crowd rushing by, so many people that he didn't even see clearly that it was Ye Mi.

It was unknown who picked him up from the steps before Garcia remembered something and cried "Wow".The person who was buried in his arms cried, and then no matter what, he had to go to Ye Mi's room to see the general.

When Monty went in, Nedland was lifted up and half-sitting, half of his military uniform was off, the buttons were unbuttoned, and his upper body was naked in front of the medical soldiers.

Bandaged from his left shoulder to under his right belly, Monty saw his eyes closed, his white face pale.The arms hang down slightly, hanging on the legs.

The black military jacket fell off, half of the shirt was still hanging on his arm, and the black head hung on the shoulder of the subordinate who was supporting him.Monty took a few steps closer, but did not dare to approach Netherlands.

He wanted to come into the room to look for Nedland, but he did not dare to go to him when he saw Nedland.I don't know it's the fear of the invisible god of death standing beside the Netherlands.

It was only later that he realized that he was overthinking everything, and Nedland's injury was not as serious as he had imagined.The little prince shed all his tears for this year.

The medical soldiers removed the blood-soaked bandages for the admiral. Monty dropped a palm in front of his eyes, and the servant wanted to hide the horror of the war that the children didn't need to witness.

Monty put down the palm that was in front of him, and stared firmly and steadily at the hideous, crab-red wound wounded by the shell.

There are short black spots on it, and when you look closely, you can tell that they are the lines on the exposed skin after stitches.A deep black was soaked in the color of blood and flesh.

Seeing this scene, the servant raised his hand again to block Monty's sight, and the persuasive words of Poseidon appeared in the ear of the little prince.

The little prince waved the man's hand away angrily, and angrily said a rude word of Poseidon.The servant didn't dare to raise his hand to cover him again.

Garcia saw Netherland's black head hanging down, but couldn't see his face. He walked in among the crowd that was dense and sparse at times. Someone recognized him and spoke Poseidon with an accent he couldn't understand talk to him.

Garcia went to hold Nedland's hanging palm. The fingers were very long, more than twice as long as his longest finger, slender and pale.There are calluses on the palm of the thumb, index finger and middle finger holding the gun.

The whole hand was cold, like when he was sleeping before, the palm of his hand was cold. If that was the case, Nedland would take him to the bathroom and warm it with hot water of just the right temperature.A splash of Netherlandish water if he likes it.Netherlands then grabbed his collar, "It seems that His Highness doesn't want to sleep with me tonight."

If he didn't want to get his hands wet, Netherland would put his little hands under his clothes and warm him with his body heat.He took the opportunity to get into Netherland's clothes, that was the most frank and warm embrace.

Holding Nedland's hand, he watched the admiral who was helped back to the bed and lay flat.Lying on the general's arm, weeping softly, in the Dardanelle language: "Ye Mi. Ye Mi."

On the other side the situation is:

"I'm so angry. When that cannonball flew over, I was only short of my Wang Bo and won." Gu Chenchen was angrily, and lost his winnings from Dou Dizhu for several days.

Quickly travel through the log: "You didn't say where you were standing at that time, do you think the commander's platform is the safest place?"

The Mengxin system, who has become familiar with it for a few days, feels sorry, "The host must take good care of his wounds these few days >o

"Xiaotong is most concerned about others." Gu Chenchen was still sad, "I was just a little bit close to being able to turn over the cards I lost these days."

Kuaichuan diary ready to receive red envelopes: "I don't care, I will give you money if you lose. You can't rely on it."

Gu Chenchen insisted: "A few more rounds, I don't believe we can't win the game. 5555"

Chuan Chuan's diary is full of pride, after all, he won the diary of Gu Chenchen's salary for last month and this month: "Come, come, who is afraid of whom."

The cute new system is stunned. A few days ago, host Gu said that he had played for a few days in order to welcome the quick wear log home, and now he wants to continue? "Is it really okay to play cards during working hours, host..."

"Come on, last year, the best salesman of Rambla Quick Transmigration Company taught you how to develop your second pot of gold as an amateur deputy." Quick Transmigration Log immediately let the electronic simulation dealer shuffle and deal cards.

Later, Gu Chenchen and the log followed the Mengxin system to popularize science, "During the time like this coma, sleep, or being raped, imprisoned, etc., the fast-traveling business personnel have developed a fairly complete set of self-entertainment methods. For example: online and Fast-traveling salesmen play mahjong on Lianxing.com, log in to surfing on Starnet, play star games, watch audio learning materials (actually watching dramas), eat melon seeds (brain simulation form), stand-up comic or double comic (with system or other equipment) ), playing idiom Solitaire (and system or other equipment), brawls or gang fights (and system or other equipment) etc.”

"Of course, the above are fishing during working hours. The premise is not to let the company know."