Die with the boss [Quick Transmigration]

The next morning, Luo Cheng got up with two sluggish dark circles under his eyes, rubbed his aching temples, walked to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face.

Looking up, the face in the mirror is well-defined, deep and handsome, the water flows down the white and smooth skin, tick-tock, the eyelashes are long and fall with water drops, a pair of golden-green eyes are like two high-quality cat's eyes stone.

Only the faint blue and black under the eye sockets and the red blood on the whites of the eyes ruined the beauty of the whole face.

Recalling the hot and humid dream that was too real last night, Luo Cheng couldn't help but sigh:

How come this is so?

what?

Why, that's it? !

Comrade Luo Cheng, what about the self-control you are so proud of?Eaten by a dog? ! !

2019 [Didi] Two beeps, hesitant to speak, Luocheng became accustomed to it, and blocked it very smoothly.

Then he continued to look sadly at himself in the mirror.

Enough is enough.

After washing up sullenly, he went downstairs and ran around the villa area for a few times, and came back to take a shower, eat breakfast, approve a few official documents, and deal with the affairs of the third galaxy garrison.

After finishing these things absent-mindedly, it's time to go to work.

His first class is at [-]:[-] in the morning, and the teaching objects are senior students of the Central Military Academy.

Luo Cheng secretly prayed in his heart: heaven and earth, please continue to skip classes today, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Of course, Brother Cheng's lucky buff, which has been offline for a long time, is still not online today.

As soon as Luo Cheng walked into the large auditorium, he saw the "captive group of four" sitting in the very center of the front row, surrounded by the only vacuum in the classroom.

The veins on his forehead twitched uncontrollably.

His Royal Highness the crown prince sat in the center like a star, with his hands clasped on the backs of the chairs on both sides, his legs crossed, and his head tilted to watch Luo Cheng walk from the front door of the classroom to the podium.

Then she showed him a beautiful and menacing smile with only one corner of her lips curled up.

What a little bastard.

Luo Cheng drove all those untimely peachy fantasies in his mind to the corner and locked them up, passed him without looking sideways, took a light breath, and stood still on the podium.

The amphitheater, which can accommodate 500 people, was full, and the aisles were also full of students. Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him eagerly, making him feel like a rare species surrounded by people.

Luo Cheng subconsciously wanted to show a friendly smile to everyone, and then remembered the cold-faced character of General Wei Zheng, so he quickly lowered his eyes and picked the miniature microphone clipped on his collar, and when he raised his head again, it had already changed. A non-smiling expression that seemed a little more approachable than usual.

"Good morning, everyone," his deep voice spread through the microphone with excellent sound quality, "I'm Wei Zheng, and I'm also the substitute professor for the practical class for the next month."

There was a loud resounding in the classroom: "Hello, Professor Wei!"

Simply majestic.

Luo Cheng was a little moved.

This momentum is worthy of being a student of a military academy. How many years has he not seen it?

I really miss it.

So, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, and he said kindly to the students: "Then, let's start the class."

At [-]:[-], the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Luo Cheng pressed the pause button of the video being played.

In the video is a video of actual combat between the garrison of the third galaxy commanded by Wei Zheng and the alliance army commanded by the commander-in-chief of the fourth galaxy Luo Tiande. This was Wei Zheng's third fight with Luo Tiande, and it was his only disastrous defeat in so many years.

On the suspended holographic screen, countless warships of the third galaxy exploded into a dazzling sea of ​​flames in the dark space. It was beautiful and tragic, and the huge formation seemed to be bitten off by a shark-like alliance army.

The students below were still watching intently and silently. This was the first time that everyone saw the scene of General Wei Zheng's defeat, and it was actually played for them by himself.

However, no one felt even a trace of contempt for him because of this.

At this moment, there was a sudden pause, and everyone said "Ah—" in unison.

"In this battle, our army lost 214 warships, 15 destroyers and 1 'Prometheus' light cruiser, as well as [-] imperial soldiers."

"I hope you can analyze the reasons for our army's defeat in this battle, and hand over the report to my adjutant before the next class." Luo Cheng nodded to Bernard Shaw who was standing by the podium, "If you have any questions, you can send them Give it to him, I will choose some representative questions to answer in the next class."

Bernard Shaw stepped onto the stage, shared his optical brain number with everyone, and soon attracted a large group of nearly 600 people.

Luo Cheng tapped on the tabletop of the podium with his fingers, and said, "get out of class is over, see you next week."

The students who usually run faster than rabbits in the last class at noon, this time they all stayed in the classroom and were unwilling to leave, and they were crowded around the podium.

Luo Cheng had no choice but to reiterate through the miniature microphone on the collar: "If you have any questions, send them to my adjutant, and you can also communicate in the group. I want to have lunch—are you not hungry?"

It was as if the statue standing high on the throne suddenly had a spark of smoke, and everyone was amused by Admiral Wei's rare human touch, and the gathered crowd slowly dispersed.

Many people are still secretly taking photos and videos with optical brains.

The Imperial Central Military Academy strictly forbids the use of optical brain video recordings in class, so after class, countless fans and fans have uploaded fresh and hot photos of generals taken before and after class, and they have been topped on Xingbo.

Luo Cheng had to admit that Wei Zheng's popularity was really terrifying.

In such an empire that advocates force, a single alpha general who has both strength, appearance, and character is like the existence of the North Star in the dark night.

The students in the classroom gradually dispersed, and Luo Cheng took off the miniature microphone on his collar.

Nowadays, classes can be completed through holographic projection and optical brain, and he didn't prepare lesson plans or anything, just pick up the microphone and it's over.

Luo Cheng picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of warm water, and was about to invite Bernard Shaw to have lunch, but saw Si Chen still sitting in his seat in the almost empty classroom.

Almost all his companions had left, only Tang Qing, the attendant, stood loyally by the door of the classroom, and stood in line with Bernard Shaw.

Luo Cheng's heart tightened slightly, and he sighed silently.

He stepped off the podium, stood at a polite social distance, and asked cautiously, "Is Your Highness still going to dinner?"

Si Chen leaned forward, leaned on the desk with his chin in his hands, and looked up at him. The scheming elevation angle of 45 degrees made his face look small and cute.

He smiled very loosely, as if he just asked casually: "Because I'm waiting for you, would the general like to have lunch with you?"

Luo Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

This kid is moody, cloudy and cloudy, and he seems to be disgusted with him all of a sudden, and he is as close as if they are friends in a blink of an eye, and his attitude can make big drifts and turns in a few minutes.

It almost made Luo Cheng suspect that he was a genius.

Now that it's like this, what kind of idea is dangling in my stomach?

Luo Cheng lowered his head: "It's an honor, Your Highness."

The location for lunch was naturally chosen on the fifth floor of the cafeteria, and a small box was opened.

Luo Cheng is not picky about food, he doesn't care about what he eats, but Si Chen is like a noble and picky cat, he doesn't eat this one, he doesn't touch that one, and in the end he picks and chooses, even ordering only a stack of light cheesecake.

He was in the villa yesterday and only ate a piece of Black Forest cake.

Did this kid survive on sweets?

Luo Cheng endured and endured, trying to restrain himself not to meddle in other people's business, but in the end he couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, eating only desserts is not good for your health."

Si Chen looked up at him, then slowly lowered his head to poke his small plate of small cakes with a fork that couldn't fill the little bird's stomach of a noble lady, curled his lips and said, "There's nothing to eat here. s things."

Don't mind your own business, whether he eats well, whether his stomach will be broken, whether he will get diabetes, whether he will have tooth decay-has something to do with you?

Luo Cheng heard his own voice saying, with a serious and serious tone: "What do you want to eat, I'll ask someone to buy it."

day.

Si Chen leaned his chin against the handle of the fork, and tilted his head to look at him.

He suddenly laughed, his light-colored eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and a row of pearl-like snow-white teeth appeared between his rose-coloured lips.

"Is the general being polite, or serious?"

However, in Luo Cheng's mind, a piece of wet and hot picture fragments flashed away.

He pinched his tiger's mouth hard.Oh shit.

"Of course it's not polite." Luo Cheng tried his best to hold back his expression.

"Hmm..." Si Chen nodded and pondered for a while, then suddenly asked, "Has the general finished today's class?"

Luo Cheng didn't understand, so he nodded: "Yes."

Si Chen suddenly jumped up, threw the fork on the table, and said cheerfully: "Then let's go to your house for dinner? I bought a lot of things yesterday."

Luo Cheng's expression faltered for a moment: "...Huh?"

Si Chen counted with his fingers: "Potato chips, pizza, cake—have you eaten that piece of cake? It's fine if you don't have it. There are also instant noodles and grape soda... Well, I'm hungry."

Luo Cheng didn't know how to answer for a moment.

The co-author of this little bastard turned out to be living on junk food?

He thought about it carefully, and could only ask: "What time does your Highness have class in the afternoon?"

Si Chen waved his hand indifferently, "It's up. What, the general wants to teach me?"

There is nothing to say, the more mud Si Chen can't stick to the wall, the better it is for him.

Luo Cheng then swallowed the dissuasion that he almost blurted out, and slightly arched his back: "I dare not."

So the two of them walked out of the cafeteria without eating anything.

Of course, Luo Cheng didn't forget to pack his own lunch, and take it home for dinner.

Bernard Shaw drove them back to the villa, but did not enter the house. Instead, he and Tang Qing and other members of the pro-guard went outside to settle the meals packed from the cafeteria.

So there were only the two of them in the huge villa.

Looking at the back of Si Chen hopping into the kitchen, Luo Cheng felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Although he knows that the other party must have some purpose in doing all this, and even wants to use himself, it may be the influence of the pheromone last night, or it may be some other reason that he is not willing to think about it for the time being. In short, Luo Cheng feels that I seem to... have a secret feeling of enjoying it.

With his pockets in his pocket, he followed slowly, watching His Royal Highness take out a pile of junk food that didn't match his identity at all from the refrigerator.

Si Chen piled up all the things on the marble island, rummaged through them enthusiastically, picked out a pack of tomato-flavored potato chips and tore them open, and ate them with relish, pointing to the pile of food and asking : "How to get these things?"

Luo Cheng looked at the brat with a bit of sadness: "There are so many that the two of us can't finish them all, so can you choose one or two, Your Highness?"

Si Chen waved his hand indifferently: "Throw it away if you can't finish it, what's the matter?"

Spoiled children who are spoiled with rich clothes and fine food naturally don't know the value of food.

Luo Cheng's expression sank slightly, his arms propped up on the Nakajima stage, his arm muscles stretched out in a perfect arc.

He repeated with the same tone: "Your Highness, choose one or two, please?"

Si Chen stopped chewing and looked at him with a frown.

After two seconds, he said reluctantly, "Okay."

Then he picked out a bag of instant pasta and a bag of meatballs, and pushed them under Luo Cheng's nose: "Is that all right?"

Luo Cheng smiled at him, picked up the pasta and meatballs and walked towards the sink, and said as he walked, "Can you please put the other things back in the refrigerator, Your Highness?"

Si Chen stood there for two or three seconds before moving, muttering: "So you can still laugh."

Luo Cheng's firing hand froze slightly, and he reached out to touch his face, only to find that the corners of his mouth were still upturned.

Ten minutes later, the simple pasta with meatballs came out, and he served two plates to the restaurant to feed someone who was sitting at the dining table playing games and shaking his feet in boredom.

Luo Cheng glanced at it, and saw that this guy was actually using a holographic projection, concentrating on playing the ancient Lianliankan, with cheerful sound effects "crackling" one after another.

I also don't know what to complain about.

Smelling the aroma of meatballs and tomato noodle sauce, Si Chen turned off the game, shrugged his nose slightly, picked up a fork and played with the slippery noodle, observed curiously, and said: "It looks like hundreds of stars. A plate of pasta is no different."

Luo Cheng endured a smile and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Your Highness."

Si Chen rolled his eyes, "I'm not praising your cooking skills, I'm praising the noodle manufacturer, okay?"

Luo Cheng didn't care, and rolled up the noodles on the plate.

The two ate in silence.

The air is filled with the aroma of tomatoes and spices, warm and quiet.

The author has something to say: Day, I didn’t write the plot that everyone likes to see today!

Tomorrow will be tens of thousands, I must write it out, and in the next chapter, the director can follow Brother Cheng to serve as a soldier in the war and get married and fall in love!

It will be updated at [-] o'clock tomorrow night. I see if the time can be adjusted to [-] o'clock in the future, which is more in line with everyone's work and rest time.

[Oh, slow hands and love to touch fish really can't afford it!

Do you know that I searched for the information of a starship, it was very simple, but when I looked up again, I found that more and more search windows were opened, almost an hour had passed...

In short, I will definitely be happy at [-]:[-] tomorrow night, if I do... I don’t know what to do, you can do whatever you want orz

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Mine]: I like you, one gluttonous meow;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!