I'm stuck with the Imperial Marshal!

Lu Qiao cheered up.

Yes, although he missed the opportunity, but now the opportunity has reappeared in front of his eyes.The past can no longer be traced, he can only firmly grasp the present.

Moreover, his wings have improved significantly in the past two days!

Thinking of this, Lu Qiao stabilized his emotions, stood up straight, and tried to move his wings.

"There is a reaction," Lu Qiao showed a somewhat struggling expression, "but it still seems to be unable to fly."

Yan Qiu said: "Come step by step, don't rush."

Lu Qiao thought of something, and said consciously and cleverly: "Touch my wings more! Last time you petted for one night, it has made such a big improvement this time. If you pet for two more days, you may not know." I can fly!"

As he spoke, he turned around and put his wings in front of Yan Qiu.

Yan Qiu: "..."

He raised his eyebrows: "What is the principle?"

"I don't know either," Lu Qiao said after thinking about it, "Last time in the hospital, a nurse said that mood has a great impact on the body, and asked me what good things happened recently."

Lu Qiao paused, and said a little embarrassedly: "Maybe... maybe I'm very happy to see you."

Yan Qiu's eyes darkened.

Just like that night, he stroked Lu Qiao's wings vigorously from head to tail. Seeing Lu Qiao tense and trembling, he leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Touch like this?"

Lu Qiao's eyes were closed, he was breathing randomly, and he whispered, "Yes, just, touch like this, hurry up, touch it a few more times."

Yan Qiu continued to ask in a low voice: "Lu Qiao, what are you shaking about?"

Lu Qiao trembled and said: "There is electricity, your hand must be electrified!" He was about to be electrocuted to death!

Yan Qiu: "..."

In the end, Lu Qiao didn't know what he said, what the two of them were doing.

Anyway, he sat cross-legged on the floor, and Yan Qiu was behind him, flapping his wings for a long time, and it didn't count until he flapped his wings back.

When it was over, Lu Qiao turned around, took Yan Qiu's big hand and checked carefully.

Yan Qiu glanced at him: "What did you find out?"

Lu Qiao shook his head, lightly patted Yan Qiu's palm, and made a serious appraisal: "Hand of magic power, you are a lightning magician!"

After finishing speaking, I thought it was funny, "Hahaha" laughed a few times.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qiu caught off guard and pressed his palm on his left chest.

With a "plop", Lu Qiao's heart was so shocked that it almost seemed to come out of his throat. He supported the ground with a dazed expression, and looked at Yan Qiu—he was just joking, Yan Qiu really touched where the electricity went. ?

Yan Qiu was also stunned: "You..."

The two looked at each other silently, and the atmosphere was very delicate for a while.

It wasn't until the terminal that Yan Qiu put aside vibrated that the two of them came back to their senses, subtly shifted their gazes, and got up separately.

Yan Qiu went to answer the phone, Lu Qiao rubbed his chest.

It's really unscientific to electrocute him to death.Could it be that Yanqiu's secondary gene has exploded?But I haven't heard of which race's special function is to generate electricity.

After Yan Qiu answered the phone, the two changed their clothes, packed up and prepared to go home.

Only then did Lu Qiao realize that his wings had lost their feathers while recovering their functions, and two or three of them fell off the ground.

Adhering to the principles of civilized people, he picked up all the feathers that fell on the ground.

Each feather was about as long as his palm, and it was a very pure white color, which looked pretty just by looking at it.

Yan Qiu came over, handed the water to Lu Qiao, and then very naturally took the feather from Lu Qiao's hand.

Lu Qiao thought that Yan Qiu was going to throw it away for him, but Yan Qiu looked at it and put the three feathers into his pocket.

Lu Qiao unscrewed the bottle cap and sent the water to his mouth, saying casually, "It's all on the ground, what are you doing in your pocket, just throw it away later."

Yan Qiu replied calmly: "No, take it back and use it as a dip pen."

Luqiao almost choked on the water.

Is the Yan family so short of pens? ?

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and the two of them hadn't had lunch yet.

The pilot was waiting outside. After Lu Qiao and Yan Qiu entered, the aircraft took off.

Yan Qiu asked: "Want to see what the military department looks like as a whole?"

Lu Qiao nodded repeatedly and said excitedly, "Okay, okay."

So the aircraft carried the two of them and began to fly around the military headquarters. The speed was not fast enough for Lu Qiao to see clearly.

Lu Qiao was lying on the window, staring at it without blinking, taking a panoramic view of the scenery below.

There are majestic military buildings, training grounds on both sides, and there are mech troops doing training not far away.

After watching, Lu Qiao shouted again: "Ah, it's Sale and Marshal Lun!"

The two men were coming out of a building.

Probably noticing the shadow of the aircraft passing by on the ground, the two raised their heads.Recognizing that it was Yan Qiu's car, Lun grinned and waved at them.

Yan Qiu glanced at the terminal, and remembered a message that Ji Zhu sent last.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Lu Qiao, some people don't need to associate."

Lu Qiao looked back at him and asked, "You mean... that golden retriever??"

Yan Qiu: "He is, and so is Saier."

Lu Qiao was stunned.

He leaned back on the back of the chair, thought for a while and asked, "Do you have a good relationship with him? Ji Zhuyun said that you two are young."

Yan Qiu frowned slightly, and said: "I have known him since we were young, but we are not familiar. He spends more time with my father than with me."

"That's it..." Lu Qiao remembered that when he saw Yan Qiu and the others, he really didn't see Yan Qiu talking to Saier very much.

Most of the time, Sale fell at the end of them. Even when Yan Qiu talked to Lu Qiao, Sale just looked at them from a few steps away.

When Ji Zhuyun told him about the relationship between Saier and Yan Qiu, Lu Qiao was still a little surprised, because he really couldn't see it clearly.But he thought it was because Yan Qiu had a cold personality, and Sale was too introverted.

When I saw Sai Er again today, Lu Qiao felt that the other party had changed a little, he seemed to be a little more confident than before, and he was also a little more talkative than before, although he seemed to have too much respect for Yan Qiu—after all, he was different from other soldiers. Although he is a subordinate of Yan Qiu, he and Yan Qiu have known each other since childhood. Ji Zhuyun and the others, even Song Yue, did not treat Yan Qiu with the same respect and courtesy as he did to Yan Qiu—but when he wanted to speak, he No more hesitation like before.

At the same time as this change, Lu Qiao was also sensitively aware that Sale seemed to be a little hostile towards him.

Did this hostility just emerge today, or did it exist before?Lu Qiao didn't know at all.

But maybe Yan Qiu reminded him because of this?

Lu Qiao said: "Speaking of which, does Sale know that I am the candidate for the adjutant you are looking for?"

Yan Qiu glanced at him and said, "You should know."

Lu Qiao was startled, and said softly, "He didn't tell me..."

Recalling the way Saier looked at him at that time, Lu Qiao frowned: "Is he declaring war on me?"

"Perhaps." Yan Qiu supported his face with one hand and looked at him.

The bridge is a bit uncomfortable.

He admitted that when he knew that Yan Qiu had a favorite candidate, he also developed hostility towards that imaginary enemy.Therefore, if Purcell was hostile to him for this reason, he didn't think it was anything, it must be a man's blood.

But if it was him, when he wanted to declare war on the opponent, he would definitely say it clearly.

He will tell the other party, although Yan Qiu is looking for you, but I still plan to do my best to compare with you.

but--

Maybe Purcell is not reconciled.

Lu Qiao didn't bother to think about it anymore, he could only say that everyone had different personalities.

Recalling that later when the golden retriever said that bad sentence, Saier still laughed and smoothed things over, and Lu Qiao felt that he couldn't get along with him.

Yan Qiu looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "Even if you are really my friend, if you don't like the other party, don't force yourself to get along with the other party."

Lu Qiao looked at him and smiled to himself.

Yan Qiu also laughed: "What are you smirking again?"

"No, I was just thinking that the two of us are quite compatible." Lu Qiao felt very happy about this.

The two returned to Yan's house to make up for lunch, and then rested in the manor in the afternoon.

Luqiao has not been so comfortable for a long time.

Usually in the training hall, although there are many students, there are basically trainings to be done, and the curator and deputy curator are always beside the students, and they don't have much time to spend with Lu Qiao.

Lu Qiao often does special training by himself in a separate room, and occasionally stops, no one chats, and his head is empty, so he is easy to think about things, and often thinks about it and then he will start to feel sad.

In order not to be immersed in that kind of emotion, Lu Qiao would practice until the evening, when he took a shower and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Being able to bask in the sun, walk in the garden, chat and drink tea like today—it seems like a long, long time ago.

After Yan Qiu took him to visit Yan's Manor, the two returned to the house, went to Yan Qiu's study, and each found a book.

Lu Qiao sat down on the sofa by the window, and Yan Qiu sat beside him.

The atmosphere was peaceful, Lu Qiao stared at the words on the book, and finally dozed sleepily on the sofa for a while. When he woke up, the black-haired man was still quietly sitting beside him, as if he had never left , Seeing that he woke up, he stretched out his hand and opened the curtains that were closed at some time, and the sunset light shone in.

A series of actions are so natural.

Lu Qiao leaned on the sofa, looked at Yan Qiu motionless, and listened to the chirping of birds outside the window, thinking, probably many people would never have imagined that this man is so good at caring for others.

Early the next morning, Lu Qiao set off from Yan's Manor and was sent to the training hall by the driver sent by Yan Qiu.

It took five hours on the road, and it was already noon when we arrived.

He hurriedly ran to change his clothes, and just as he left the room, two menacing figures rushed in front of him.

Lu Qiao saw that it was Ellie and Chris, but he didn't realize why they were staring at him like that.

In the next second, Ellie trembled and said, "You, are you really locked up with Marshal Yan?"

Lu Qiao: "Cough cough cough cough!"

He had forgotten all about it.

Chris also stared at him: "You... Where did you come back from just now?"

Lu Qiao said vaguely, "Just... the Yan family..."

They all know, what is he hiding.

Ellie screamed immediately, hugged her head and fell to her knees.

Lu Qiao was dumbfounded, is it so exaggerated?

Ellie screamed: "Impossible! Why are you! Didn't you meet each other during the competition?! What can you do with such a short time?!"

Lu Qiao really wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he finally said embarrassingly: "...I don't know either."

Allie and Chris looked like they were about to vomit blood.

Although Lu Qiao hoped that these two people would not misunderstand anything, he himself felt strange when he thought about it now. He and Yan Qiu did not spend much time together at the beginning, maybe more than a month in a year. How did his friendship last from the time he was 14 to the present - in 10 years, no matter how deep the love is, it may be broken, right?But he and Yan Qiu——

Thinking of this, Lu Qiao felt that his train of thought was a little subtle, so he stopped quickly.

Chris gasped: "So what the curator said is true!"

Lu Qiao knew that it was the curator who told them, and he was probably too entangled—so he could only nod.

Ai Li lost her mind: "You are with Marshal Yan every night now..."

Lu Qiao continued to nod.

Chris thumped the table: "That's why Marshal Yan bought all the high-end training equipment in our training hall for you!"

Lu Qiao almost continued to nod, but froze for a moment after recovering.

Ellie covered her face and howled: "So the big cake on your birthday was not ordered by the curator and the deputy curator at all, but Marshal Yan ordered it for you!"

Lu Qiao was stunned.

The veins on Chris's forehead are all out: "And your holographic helmet, it's not a gift from the curator at all, but a gift from Marshal Yan to you!"

Lu Qiao: "Wait..."

Ai Li: "There are also those massage equipment used after training. I said where the curator got the money to buy them. It turned out that Marshal Yan bought them for you!"

Lu Qiao: "..."

Lu Qiao looked shocked: "Wait, what are you talking about?!"

On each training ground in the training hall, groups of students are doing corresponding training, and the curator and deputy curator are supervising and urging.

Suddenly, there was the sound of "thump, thump, thump" footsteps in the corridor.

The two looked back, and Lu Qiao appeared at the door panting, fixed his eyes on the curator, then walked in in two or three steps, and pulled the curator out.

"Hey, wait, Lu Qiao, what are you doing!" the curator yelled.

Lu Qiao pulled him to the corner of the stairs, stared at the curator and asked, "Ai Li and the others are telling the truth?"

The curator scratched his hair and wondered, "What? What about you and Yan Qiu? Ah, they pestered me for a long time, so I can only talk about it, but I didn't talk about other students!"

Lu Qiao: "I'm asking if what they said is true?!"

The curator was stunned: "Why, didn't I tell you those things that day?"

Lu Qiao exploded: "You only told me that you were asked by Yan Qiu to take care of me, and you didn't say, you didn't say anything about the training equipment, massage equipment, cakes, and, there's a holographic helmet!!"

The curator widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Yan Qiu hasn't told you yet?"

"No!!" Lu Qiao jumped up, anxious.

He was dumbfounded when he heard what Ellie and Chris said just now - what are those things, he has never heard of them!How much did Yan Qiu do for him? ? ?

The curator was also stunned. After a while, he touched his chin and said, "How can he be so boring?"

"..." Lu Qiao confirmed again, "It's all real? Did Yan Qiu really buy those?"

"That's right, Yan Qiu bought it for you," the curator said with an expression of "this is nonsense", "Think about it carefully, uncle, do I have so much money to buy that kind of expensive equipment? With so much money, will you still eat pickles?!"

Lu Qiao: "..."

He looked messed up.

He really thought about this question. The curator's teaching fee is not high, and he usually wears sloppy clothes. He doesn't look like a rich man. Where did he get the funds to buy those equipments.However, Lu Qiao is not good at asking about other people's financial resources, so he keeps the question in his heart.He also speculated that the curator might have bought it at a low price through his former military partners, through various... anyway, channels that Lu Qiao could not imagine.

So is he trying to complicate things?

There is no complicated method at all, those equipments were sent by Yan Qiu!

The curator patted his chest and murmured: "It's eye-opening, I still want to give him a chance to express himself." That guy's mouth was also sealed too tightly.

Lu Qiao couldn't tell what mood he was in now, so he stared at the curator closely and asked, "Then, is there anything else I don't know?"

The curator scratched his cheek: "No more."

Lu Qiao doubted: "It's really gone?"

The curator shook his head: "It's gone."

In fact, there are—

Yan Qiu almost wanted to pay him directly to open the school in another place.

Because his place is small and there is no way to equip a canteen, Yan Qiu wants him to move to another place so that he can arrange a canteen so that Luqiao's three meals a day will be covered.

But the curator felt that this was not going to work, so he talked to Yan Qiu, and the latter stopped.

The curator got to know Lu Qiao not long after he got to know Lu Qiao's temperament. He knew that Lu Qiao was still an independent child and would not like to be taken care of by personnel.

To be honest, Yan Qiu's approach is indeed a bit exaggerated.

Later, when Yan Qiu asked how Lu Qiao was doing, as long as there was no major incident happening to Lu Qiao, the curator would always answer "he's fine".

——This is the life of a normal person.

There will be tough times, uncomfortable times, and stressful times.

But it is enough to be able to eat and drink, to keep training every day, and to be in good spirits.

As for eating only nutritional supplements for three meals a day - the curator also persuaded Lu Qiao, but Lu Qiao insisted on this approach, and the curator did not say more, after all, nutritional supplements did provide sufficient nutrition. Under the current environment, Lu Qiao chose Given this way of life, the curator didn't comment much, and he didn't think Yan Qiu needed to take care of Lu Qiao to such an extent.

At that time, he had said to Yan Qiu: "The reason why you refused to let me tell Lu Qiao what you did was because you knew in your heart that your behavior was too much, right?"

On the other end of the phone, the man fell silent.

In fact, at the beginning, Yan Qiu only asked him to help take care of Lu Qiao, and the curator felt that there was nothing wrong with this alone.Yan Qiu didn't let him talk, he just thought Yan Qiu was shy.But when Yan Qiu's items arrived one by one, he was speechless.

He said at the time: "You know that once Lu Qiao knows what you have done, he will probably notice something. But you don't know what he thinks of you. If you show signs of it at this time, his love for you You can't predict what your attitude will become. But if you continue to exaggerate, uncle, I can't hide it."

Yan Qiu was silenced by his words, the curator thought it was funny, but he didn't tease him too much, he just said: "Anyway, with me watching Luqiao, you don't need to worry about it anymore. You have done enough for him , let him live at his own pace."

Now, because Lu Qiao asked, the curator can only respond in this way, but he is also thinking in his heart.

He originally thought that since the two of them were locked together now, it might be easier to talk about some things, but now it seems that the two of them are still not hot enough.Lu Qiao's attitude is not clear enough, and Yan Qiu should not be able to point it out. After all, if Lu Qiao doesn't have that intention and is frightened after tearing the layer of paper, then things will be a bit bad.

Facts have proved that Lu Qiao is really dull enough, he may have never seriously considered the matter of love until now, just like now that he knows the things Yan Qiu did for him, it seems that he didn't think about it all at once.

The curator didn't know what to say. After Lu Qiao was locked, he made an ambiguous joke, but the joke was a joke. He didn't dare to really screw up Yan Qiu's love, so seeing Lu Qiao's dazed appearance at this time Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that his mistakes didn't make the two of them lose control.

Of course, he also sympathized with Yan Qiu a little bit.

Forget it, it's only been locked for a few days anyway, so there's no need to be so anxious.

Speaking of which, that guy Yan Qiu is really, even though he... accidentally stabbed the incident in the training hall at the beginning, but if you can't tell all of it, at least talk to him again, you won't like it I don't have the time to think about these things when I'm around - the curator secretly poked and dumped the pot.

Throwing the pot back to the pot, he still said good things for Yan Qiu: "On the one hand, he is giving me financial aid, and on the other hand, he is indeed for you."

Lu Qiao looked at the curator dully and blinked.

The curator also blinked: "He really cares about you, Lu Qiao, he doesn't treat everyone like this."

"...Yes." Lu Qiao murmured.

The curator's eyes flashed brightly, and just as he was about to say something, Lu Qiao continued to mutter: "I, my father are not so kind to me..."

Curator: "Uh, this—"

Lu Qiao: "My father and my grandmother didn't take care of me, Yan Qiu, Yan Qiu—"

Lu Qiao became excited after thinking about it, but he didn't know how to express it, and finally said: "Yan Qiu will definitely be a good father in the future!"

Curator: Wait, this way of thinking is a bit wrong, student Qiaoqiao!

Lu Qiao turned around and was about to leave.

The curator held him with a messy face: "Where are you going?"

Lu Qiao said, "I, I'll go back to my room and give him a call!"

curator:"……"

He didn't know what to say, and he had to let Lu Qiao fight, so he had to let Lu Qiao run away.

Standing there for two seconds, he quickly sent a message to Yan Qiu: "I accidentally let Lu Qiao know about the things you bought for Lu Qiao, he seems to recognize you as his father now, you should be mentally prepared !!"

A few seconds later, Yan Qiu sent: "..."

After returning to the room, Lu Qiao was actually in a daze for a while.

He carefully recalled what Ellie and Chris said, and counted how many things Yan Qiu had bought. The more he thought about it, the more moved he was.

Why is it happening like that.

Why did Yan Qiu not tell him anything?

Lu Qiao thought about it for a long time, and suddenly thought... Could it be the same as he didn't want Yan Qiu to know that he was called a fan on the Internet in order to protect him? Knowing that I am embarrassed to say, after all, what have I done for the other party, how can I have the nerve to admit such a thing in front of the other party - Yan Qiu is the same, right?

But he didn't expect that Yan Qiu would have such a mood in the first place?

Lu Qiao smirked twice, then remembered the business, and called Yan Qiu.

The phone was picked up quickly, but there was a pause for a second before the man's cold voice came: "Lu Qiao?"

Lu Qiao pursed his lips and whispered, "The curator told me something again."

The man was silent for a while, and said, "Lu Qiao—"

Lu Qiao quickly said, "Thank you!"

He felt that he should have a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he subconsciously glanced at the holographic clock on the wall, and murmured: "There are still six hours..."

The man seemed to be stunned: "What?"

Lu Qiao came back to his senses, his eyes wandered for a while, and he was inexplicably shy, and said in a low voice: "Just, there are still six hours, it's seven o'clock in the evening..."

Ah, wouldn't it be clingy to say that to a friend?

In fact, Lu Qiao didn't really want to cling to Yan Qiu, but he really wanted to see him right now.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, a little uneasy and flustered, and was thinking of something to say to save the delicate atmosphere, when the man chuckled lightly and whispered in his ear: "Well, there are still six hours."

"I am waiting for you."