The paper man who has been raised for two years is a big shot

Jian Qiuran's advantages are rich experience in actual combat, rapid progress under high-pressure training, and adaptation to the general's attack.

In terms of combat ability alone, he is not inferior to senior Luke in the third grade at all. The only pity is that the liberal arts is a shortcoming, and he needs to make up for the coordination of weapons, which indirectly slows down his speed of skipping grades.

The man appreciates and feels distressed, so he can only train the youth with a tangled mood every day, and then hold the soup and water to feed him at night. After two weeks, the sensuality that Marin hadn't cultivated actually came back.

One day when I met Aneurin and the three brothers, the foursome also said that he was a little fatter.

Jian Qiuran didn't pay much attention to her figure, and joked, "You have really good eyes."

The three brothers complained: "It's not because we have good eyesight, it's because your love is so strong that you can feel it from 100 meters away."

"That's right, before the admiral left, he was like a fish out of water. It's not good to look refreshed these days."

"Not only the spirit, but the spirit."

Aneulin shrugged: "The eyes of the masses are discerning."

Jian Qiuran was dubious: "Is it such an exaggeration?"

The group of four nodded fiercely: "It's that exaggerated!"

Jian Qiuran: "..."

He said coolly: "That is more exaggerated than you have ever seen love."

In other words, a group of singles who have never seen the world!

Group of four: "..."

Let's make friends! !

After the five people hurt each other, they hurriedly separated again when they heard the class bell, and waved their hands to say that they would meet again another day.

Jian Qiuran nodded in agreement, but was taken away by the admiral the next day, and taken to the place where the awards ceremony was being rehearsed.

Marshal is the highest military rank in the galaxy of the Empire, and its meaning is profound and far-reaching, prominent and prestigious.All soldiers, military students, or people who have ambitions to join the army regard it as the end point and the throne they most want to board in their hearts.

The general is no exception, so he hopes that the young man will be with him when the award is presented.

Naturally, Jian Qiuran would not refuse, she spared the afternoon training class to rehearse with him again and again, and found that the calm man was actually very nervous.

Jian Qiuran shook his hand, and the man smiled back with a light in his eyes.

When he got away to rehearse again, Jian Qiuran suddenly sat down next to a person, looking sideways, it turned out to be His Majesty the Emperor.

He raised a finger and hissed softly at the young man, obviously trying to keep a low profile.

Jian Qiuran nodded to express her understanding, and when she was about to turn around, the person beside her suddenly said, "Do you know the last Marshal?"

Jian Qiuran guessed that there was a story in it, and said calmly, "I don't know."

His Majesty the Emperor didn't let it go either: "It's my uncle and Jing Huai's father. In another battle, I ran out of energy and died with the Zerg."

"Jing Huai grew up in a small army. He was only a teenager at the time, but he ignored everyone's dissuasion and directly supported the army. He is really powerful."

His Majesty the Emperor laughed at himself: "Even when I ascended the throne, he supported me, and he has been bothering him all these years."

Jian Qiuran didn't say a word, thinking it's no wonder the emperor trusted him so much.

His Majesty the Emperor continued: "This award is different for him, and he probably dragged you here because he was afraid that he would get too excited and lose control." He paused, and then said good things for his stupid brother: "He cares about you very much."

Jian Qiuran: "I know."

Although it was nonsensical for the two to meet, and falling in love was even more nonsensical, but because of the man's care, he never regretted it.

Maybe there are some things that really can't carefully consider the pros and cons. Let him look back now, and he may still worry that he hesitates and misses a man.

Especially when they met, they had such a quarrel that they almost became rivals.

Thinking about it now, there is nothing but irony.

In fact, he looks like a man.Independent since childhood, with a heavy burden on his shoulders, he had to stand up to protect the people around him from wind and rain.They are very tired and difficult, so the fights when they first met all stemmed from the most primitive venting and release in their hearts.

In a way, the two really understand each other.

Jian Qiuran stared at the man who walked into the venue, watching him walk step by step...

The etiquette standing on it and waiting hastily said: "Master General, he went wrong, it's this way! This way!"

The man suddenly came back to his senses, glanced at the smiling young man, coughed lightly, turned around and walked in the right direction.

His Majesty the Emperor laughed mercilessly: "Idiot!"

Jian Qiuran couldn't help but expand her smile, and nodded: "Well, it's pretty silly."

The admiral with sharp ears: "..."

It's fine if the lover talks, but the other will never forgive! !

However, with his two closest relatives accompanying him, the admiral obviously relaxed a lot, complaining and feeling warm in his heart.

After the rehearsal was over, the three of them went to have a meal, and then Jian Qiuran took the initiative to go to the toilet, leaving space for them to discuss things.

When he came back, His Majesty the Emperor had already left. The man had drank some wine and was leaning on his seat rubbing the center of his brows. When he saw him coming in, he suddenly waved: "Of course."

Jian Qiuran walked over and was caught on her lap and rubbed her neck.

He frowned slightly, reached out and patted his back: "Drunk? Does your head hurt?"

The man leaned on him and said, "It's okay, just take your time."

Jian Qiuran let him hold her.

Knowing why the man is nervous, Jian Qiuran can naturally guess why he drinks and why he has such a big psychological ups and downs.

After all, no matter how strong a person is, there are always a few scars under the protective shell.After a long time, I thought I could deal with it calmly, but when I really poked it, I realized that it still hurts.

Jian Qiuran silently hugged him back, put her chin on his shoulder and patted him gently.

The man was infected by the atmosphere, and when he was drunk, he suddenly wanted to confide: "Do you know everything?"

Jian Qiuran: "Well, His Majesty said a few words during the rehearsal."

The man was silent for a few seconds, and said almost sighing, "But I'm so tired..."

Jian Qiuran: "Yes."

Man: "But I have to stand up again, you know? If I collapse, His Majesty the Emperor, the First Legion, and even the entire Empire will be in danger. I am the guardian of the Empire's galaxy, and I must stand."

Jian Qiuran: "Thank you for your hard work."

The man hugged him tightly: "And I also miss you, most of all, I still want to be with you forever."

Jian Qiuran: "Okay."

The man hooked his lips, and finally showed a smile: "I knew you couldn't bear to part with me."

Jian Qiuran: "Yes, I can't bear you, and I will carry it with you in the future."

Man: "That won't work, I can't bear it. You just need to be by my side to charge me up, let me know you exist, and let me know that you just like me."

Jian Qiuran bit his shoulder: "Okay."

The drunk man muttered a lot, but Jian Qiuran agreed to all of them. With patience, he could warm the ice cubes, so that the drunk man didn't dare to make trouble, and finally he took her hand and left obediently.

The two had a very warm night, and the next day, the man was still the number one general of the empire who was able to stand up to heaven and earth.

Jian Qiuran didn't say anything, and continued to study, train and fall in love, until the awards ceremony was approaching, and the two got up early to prepare.

Jian Qiuran has seen men wear military uniforms many times, but this is the first time he has seen men hang up all the badges. The golden light is shining, and the sides are almost completely covered, and there is no need for extra decorations.

The man looked up, looked at him in the mirror, and pursed his lips: "Are you shocked?"

Jian Qiuran nodded.

"Are you happy that your man is so powerful?"

"It hurts a little."

"..."

The man's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he turned around to hug the young man.

Jian Qiuran dodged it first, and reminded: "Don't mess it up, time is tight, and tidying up will delay things."

The man said, "Then give me a kiss."

Jian Qiuran: "Are you sure it's pro, one, and one?"

man:"……"

When the two were arguing, Marin had already arrived at the door, and knocked on the door to remind him that it was time to set off.

The man failed in the end, regretfully stepped on the suspension vehicle and rushed to the awards ceremony.

This was a grander scene than the last banquet. There were nobles, reporters, legions, and even guards. Because there were too many people, we had to choose an open place to accommodate everyone.

Jian Qiuran was called to the side by His Majesty the Emperor, and patted the seat to signal the young man to sit.Jian Qiuran felt that the vision around her was suddenly different, probably because she didn't expect that this person of unknown origin could be loved by His Majesty the Emperor.

He is very calm, anyway, today's protagonist is the general, as soon as he comes out, all the cameras will follow him, and then no one will pay attention to him.

In fact, this is indeed the case. When the general led the veterans of the First Legion in, the scene immediately shifted attention and responded enthusiastically. With the cheerful music, there was joy everywhere.

It's just that the admiral was still indifferent, and walked to his position with a paralyzed face.

Etiquette is someone picked from His Majesty's side. He has performed steadily after seeing the big scene. He said a few standard opening remarks, listed all the meritorious deeds of the Marshal who has been vacant for many years, and interspersed with rainbow farts. I invite His Majesty the Emperor to come up and continue.

The person sitting next to the young man got up calmly, without any nonsense, and directly announced: "According to the highest terms of interstellar compliance, Lin Jinghuai will be awarded the highest medal of the imperial galaxy for beheading the empress, and will be promoted to marshal to lead the ten regiments and guard the empire! "

The man saluted and took off the badges on his chest one by one and put them on the tray.

His Majesty the Emperor pinned the highest medal on his right chest, and said softly, "Congratulations."

The man hooked his lips and revealed a shallow smile.

This is enough to drive the reporters on the scene crazy. The live video doesn't count, and they have to take pictures like crazy. The buttons are almost smashed.

Afterwards, it was a normal handover ceremony. Jian Qiuran watched seriously, and suddenly stared at the man for a second.

The other party rushed towards him suddenly, took off the highest medal again, knelt down on one knee, and gently pinned the seven-pointed star inlaid with black and gold gemstones on his white dress.

He put a kiss on the back of the young man's hand, and said in a calm and sincere voice: "Without you, I might not have lived to receive this medal. I am very grateful for meeting you and for your efforts. It will belong to you."