traditional marriage abo

As soon as this sentence came out, the audience was instantly dead silent, and a moment later there was an uproar.

In a school as big as the Imperial United University, there are not only "new schools" who promote new ideas and new ideas, but also neutral schools, and even students who have enrolled in traditional majors.

This time, all the students who can participate in the exchange meeting are students with the same major as Li An's students. As far as the proportion of Li An's courses is concerned, there are relatively few majors in military practical courses.Therefore, although the number of students of these emerging practical majors crushes the traditional majors from the perspective of the United Nations University as a whole, in this exchange meeting, the students of the traditional majors accounted for the majority.

As soon as such unexpected and extremely rude words came out, the host immediately frowned, and shouted to the person who asked the question, "Please correct the attitude of this student", and some students simply turned their heads in that direction and shouted, "You are not willing to ask questions." Participate and go!"

"This is my question. Is there anything I can't communicate with?" The questioner ignored the others, stood upright, and said through a loudspeaker.

There was a lot of noise in the venue, and there were already teachers from the Lianda University present who were about to intervene, but Fa'an, who had not responded all this time, raised his hand. The people who noticed his movements gradually quieted down, and more and more people were quiet. Finally, all the people in the venue All eyes fell on Fa'an.

"This classmate." When there was no more noise in the venue, Fa'an put his hand down and said, "If you really want to know this question, I can answer it."

If it had been placed a month ago, this question might have embarrassed Fa'an enough, and he would have stood there awkwardly under the watchful eyes of everyone, unable to say anything to refute.

But now, in the office of the military department, the general who holds great power knelt down to him and told him.

You are my ideal.

You represent everything I protect.

Andre's love supported Fa'an's spine and made him realize another level of equality, so now he is tall and straight, and he can tell everyone with a clear conscience——

"I, Faan Anselhewi Nickland, am not ashamed of the matter you just mentioned."

Fa'an's voice was loud, echoing throughout the hall, resounding everywhere.

"I am good enough to be worthy of my lover."

His long blond hair was scattered casually, and the angle of his chin was raised with an unaffected arrogance. His slender neck was reminiscent of an elegant swan, and his gestures exuded a unique temperament.

Overwhelmed by his presence, no one spoke for a while.

The person who asked the question was stunned for a moment.

"You think you are very good..." He looked at the confident Fa'an incomprehensibly, "What's the reason?"

"Because I'm standing here now." Fa'an replied.

Those who came to participate in this exchange meeting were all the top freshmen of various majors in the school, and no one could deny their achievements.

"But your major..."

The questioner didn't finish his sentence, but just showed a contemptuous expression.

"You should keep this expression."

Fa'an was not provoked by him, but smiled slowly. He reported a long list of names including Mrs. Qian Lixiu, all of whom taught in Li'an and were well-known figures in the empire.

"—You should show this face in front of these people who stand at a height that you may never reach in your lifetime, and who have obtained wealth that you can't even imagine. Only then can you really realize it."

Faan looked straight at him.

"What an inexplicable sense of superiority you have at this moment, and the ignorance revealed by yourself."

"What, you said I..."

The person who asked the question blushed, his chest heaved, and he clenched his fists for a while before he calmed down and regained his rhythm disrupted by Fa'an's tough attitude.

"I don't deny the excellence of those seniors, but you have to understand that as Omega, we can not only achieve achievements in these fields, but also shine in places that were previously recognized as unreachable!"

Speaking of this, his emotions gradually became high, and his voice was raised, but Fa'an interrupted him calmly.

"Student." Fa'an reminded, "No one is stopping you to shine."

"But you don't support it, and a lot of people don't realize it."

The questioner's eyes widened, "As a transmitter of new ideas, our responsibility is to let more people understand this, and then join us."

"The way you promote is to belittle other professions?"

Fa'an said sharply, "I don't think this is as noble as you said...Belittling and belittling without reason is called discrimination."

Once the label of discrimination is removed, at least in public, no one dares to bear it.

The questioner reluctantly defended himself, but he couldn't think of an upright reason when Fa'an asked what they thought were flaws in traditional majors.He stood in embarrassment. Seeing that the farce was finally over, the host quickly raised his hand to signal him to sit down.

His face was mixed with resentment and unwillingness, his knees were slightly bent, and when he was about to sit down, he suddenly straightened his back, and his raging eyes focused on Fa'an again.

"I have another question."

There was a commotion from below, and many people made dissatisfied voices, but the questioner ignored it and said loudly.

"Of course, since every major is equal, why don't you choose to go to the battlefield."

"Especially you—Fa'an, you have natural resources and can fight side by side with your lover, why are you willing to stay behind and enjoy the protection of your other half?"

Fa'an and him looked at each other, and slowly, the expression on his face changed, showing a kind of solemnity.

"Student, may I ask your name?"

"My name is Horne."

"Have you ever seen the battlefield with your own eyes? Why are you sure that you can shine on the battlefield?"

"I haven't seen it before, but I have the confidence!"

"Have you ever considered that on the battlefield, your blind faith will ruin not only your own life, but also the lives of others?"

"...that has nothing to do with my question."

"Well then, I'll answer you." Fa'an said, "I don't go to the battlefield because I can't do that, and my lover doesn't need me to."

"Hao Ern, not everyone is suitable for the battlefield. Compared with charging at the front line, it is equally important to give soldiers a stable rear."

Fa'an lowered his eyes, and Andre's words echoed clearly in his ears, and he repeated them seriously.

"When you have a relationship with a soldier on the front line who is desperate for his life, you don't have to be his comrade in arms. Wait for him to return to his home planet in blood, make him a cup of tea, and talk about what happened to the planet he guarded during this period. What ordinary and ordinary little things..."

"Helping them leave the battlefield as quickly as possible and gain the motivation for the next expedition, this is what everyone can do, and it is also the most critical."

"The soldiers of the empire are not as fragile as you said." Hao Ern frowned.

"No, Horne."

Faan smiled.

"The soldiers of the empire are not as strong as you think."

"What did you say--?!"

Faan, 17, was furious.

He is currently perming his hair with a curling iron in front of the mirror. The terminal is placed on the small table, and a light blue light screen is projected into the air, and Andre's face appears on it.

"Baby, this was an accident." The admiral looked a little helpless, "The mission was dispatched temporarily, and I have to go out."

"But you told me that you are free on vacation!"

Fa'an was so excited that he almost pulled his hair out by waving the curling iron in his hand.

Andre looked at Fa'an's ear against Bai Shengsheng's self-heating curling iron, and had to remind himself of his fiancée who had only been engaged for two years.

"Baby, you first turn off the power of the curling iron."

"Don't pay attention to the curling iron!" Fa'an said angrily, "I'm angry!"

While saying this, he turned off the power in a huff.

Andre couldn't help smiling.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even know that it's called a curling iron, and it's used to curl your hair."

Hearing this sentence, Fa'an's raised eyebrows fell back a little bit, and he complained to the general in a low voice.

"But...but I have confirmed with you several times before, and you said that you have time."

"I'm sorry." Andre just looked at him apologetically.

Fa'an wrinkled his small face and looked at him, waiting for the general to say something nice.

After a brief silence.

"I'm sorry," Andre said again.

Fa An angrily hung up the communication!

At the terminal, the light screen closed automatically. Andre, who looked at the empty air before he had time to say the concluding remarks, paused for a moment, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He thought that Fa'an must be angry about this matter for a while, so he didn't bother the angry little fiancee for the time being, and sat back behind the desk in the study to deal with extra affairs due to the temporary handover of tasks.

But the pointer slowly turned twice on the clock and fell back to the original place. Two hours later, there was a loud noise downstairs.

"Andrei! You scoundrel!"

Fa'an's yelling came up from the first floor very clearly, "You have the ability to put pigeons, you have the ability to go downstairs!"

The general whose work was suddenly interrupted: ...

Andre pressed the center of his eyebrows, and then looked at the paper, it seemed that Fa'an's energetic face appeared on the document.The corners of his lips raised, he pushed away the document in front of him, stood up, and followed the sound downstairs.

On the big sofa on the first floor, Fa'an was hugging a soft pillow and yelling. It seemed that he hadn't done a good perm. His curly hair, which was only half permed, was fluffed up, as if he hadn't shaved for a long time. The sheep's wool twisted into waves by the wind.

The general clenched his fist against his mouth and coughed lightly.

"It's already down." He walked in front of Fa'an, separated from the back of the sofa with his young fiancée, and raised his hand to touch the other's hair, "Is the baby still angry?"

"Yes!"

Fa'an answered every question, "I'm super angry!"

"Fa'an, don't be angry ~ don't be angry ~ being angry is not beautiful ~"

Moses, who hadn't seen Fa'an for a long time, was happily spinning around on the edge of the sofa.

"Wrong..." Fa'an turned his head and growled at Moses, "Call me madam!"

"Ma'am." The general corrected lightly.

Moses' electronic eyes flashed red, his round head looked at Fa'an, then at Andre, and finally turned his head 180°, and stuck it backwards into the corner of the wall.

Faan whimpered and turned his head back.

"Don't be angry." Andre said seriously, "I don't want you to be angry."

Fa'an pouted, "You just made me angry on purpose."

"I have found out. The task you are taking over now is not yours. You obviously have a vacation, but you took the initiative to transfer this task."

"I know so much." Andre smiled slightly.

"That's true." Fa'an glared at him, "How can you do this, don't you want to go out with me?"

His fluffy fried hair collapsed in frustration, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, we made an appointment to hang out together...Did I do something wrong?"

"Silly, what does it have to do with you?"

Andre touched his cheek, "It's my business, this task is quite special."

He coaxed people in a low voice.

"I will go out with you next time, okay?"

"When is the next time?"

Fa'an arched his head into his chest and sighed sadly.

"My hair is turning gray."

Fa'an, who is in middle school, is very fond of ancient literature recently, and is fascinated by the sour and sour phrase "for you, my head is full of wind and snow".

But how could the general understand the romance in this sentence, he rubbed Fa'an's golden head and stated.

"It's okay, it's still yellow."

Angrily, Fa'an hit the admiral's chest with his head.