12 years after graduation, I want to get married

I have many questions for Sergey.

How did he come to Jixing to attend the meeting?

"I'm already 35 years old." He thought I couldn't count, so he stretched out his slender fingers to show me.

That's right, if Sergey wants to advance further and get more medical resources and logistical support, it's not enough for him to use his mental power without restraint alone.The surgeon's technical breakthrough requires high-precision concentration and micro-manipulation, which must be quite a battle-damaged training for the sentinel's mental power-he is just a surgeon, and the task of healing his manic mental world is entrusted to the guide.

How would he help me out of my predicament?

"Because I guessed that you would attend the meeting, I was looking for you just now." He sat on the soft, sunken sofa with his back still straight, and his hands crossed on the table.

Sergey's voice was as cold as ever, but I felt more relaxed than ever in recent days in his smooth and unwavering speaking tone.

It is a little consolation for me to meet old people twice in a row in the distant Zhixing.

Is he still in the Warhammer Fleet now?

"Well. Not long after you left the front line, I was transferred to the Isis galaxy."

He stressed several times that he did not relocate for promotion.I still congratulate him on becoming the executive doctor of the General Fleet, and congratulate him on finally having a well-trained and obedient medical team.

Sergey dragged the sofa slightly, and tapped his knuckles on the table twice. "It's my turn to ask questions."

I say yes.Although I was reminded of the reason why I didn't want to see him in Jixing because of his little gesture.

What an old acquaintance in a foreign country, I almost forgot that I don't want to see him here at all!

The corners of Sergey's mouth rose a little, and a rare smile leaked from his calm eyes: "You haven't graduated yet."

I squeezed the wall of the cup tightly, and there was nowhere to hide from his straightforward question.

"Well, not yet."

Sergey hummed barely audibly.

I was so busy that I poured a glass of lemonade on the table and sipped it, not daring to look at him again.

"Then you lost." Sergey's tone was flat, only the last word was slurred, and it quickly disappeared into the air.

"Hey, what—" I almost wanted to bury myself.

"Bet. Didn't you bet with me that you would definitely graduate smoothly, 'Please wait and see'."

"Ah, it's that one, haha, even though I said that at the time, all the graduation season meeting failed." Please don't mention this again!I watched his lips open and close, and said the sentence I most wanted to avoid:

"Didn't you file a joint application with Baijin?"

I choked on the water and coughed violently. I turned my back and coughed for a while before turning back.I must be in a mess right now, with lemonade in my nose, water in my eyes, and Sergey obviously doesn't want to change the subject.

Thanks to Dmitry for the soul pointer, it not only reminded me of the fact that Baijin was a sentinel, but also made me realize at this moment that the rumors of the "tyrant of the operating table" are well-founded.

Subconsciously, he wanted to take out a cigarette, explored in his pocket, and finally threw me a matcha toffee.

The toffee was spinning on the light yellow table, and I was a little anxious, almost restless.

In order to prevent him from revealing more painful news to me, I gave in to his curiosity.

Sergey made a gesture of willingness to listen. He looked at me the same way he taught me to smoke in the disinfection area of ​​the operating room 12 years ago. He was calm and patient, and he would never express his opinion until I finished vomiting.

I let out a long sigh and turned my face to look at the fountain in the distance, "Oh...well, that's the day before I go back to school..."

I finally told Sergey the whole thing, then ended the conversation in a daze, and went straight back to the dormitory without even informing Dmitry, who said he would pick me up.

Sergey said he was going out for a cigarette.

The number of times he looked at my face in these two hours was too abnormal, too much.

Then I took the opportunity to leave from the guide's passage.

Things developed in an evil way that I couldn't predict. I blew up my failure experience like a gecko trying to survive with its arms broken. I hope Sergey can let me go and leave my life.

Human beings are the strangest and surly species. One second they are grateful, grateful, moved, and sentimental, and the next second they are gnashing their teeth and weeping.

Damn, fuck it.