Gu Huan regretted writing the marriage proposal.
What's the point of writing this
He lowered his head slightly, supported his forehead with his fingers, and rested his elbows on the quilt.
Probably because of the hangover. He still has a headache and his mind is not very clear, so he did such a ridiculous thing.
After posting the marriage proposal description, the marriage proposal page was not closed, and there were two final questions.
"Are you an alpha, beta, or omega? Are you looking for an alpha, beta, or omega as your partner?"
Because hiding the fact that he was an omega had become a habit for him, Gu Huan simply ignored the first question and filled in the second one.
"Mating target alpha."
"Congratulations on becoming the 3465932nd registered user of Jinjiang Matchmaker.com. I wish you find your true love~"
After this sentence disappeared, the full picture of the website finally appeared in front of Gu Huan, and at the top was the marriage description he had just posted.
Perhaps it was because the press conference had just been put in a prominent place, or perhaps it was because this marriage proposal statement was really a bit unique.
The situation was more lively than Gu Huan had imagined, and many people left messages below.
[Friend, what gender are you?]
[Seeing that he is in heat... and he is so powerful, he must be an alpha.]
[But he wants an alpha, probably an omega that has a estrus period.]
[Which omega can be so fierce!]
[Everyone is too serious. You can tell at a glance that they are not serious about finding a partner. Those who are here want to write themselves as perfect as possible.]
There are many different opinions below.
The number of collections for Gu Huan's marriage proposal increased immediately, but no one clicked to express their interest in meeting him; everyone just came to watch and enjoy the show.
Hearing someone coming in, Gu Huan quickly closed the green website.
Chu Xinglin had already changed into more formal clothes. He was about to go to the palace, but he just wanted to check if the person was awake before leaving.
"woke up?"
Several small robots followed Chu Xinglin's feet and quickly handed Gu Huan water and drinks such as sobering soup.
Gu Huan hummed softly and pulled the quilt slightly with his fingers.
"Yesterday... ..trouble you, Your Highness."
He was drunk and crazy yesterday and insisted on being held.
As he spoke, a faint blush appeared on Gu Huan's porcelain-white face, and then he lowered his eyes.
"Feel sorry."
Looking at the admiral who lowered his head slightly and showed a part of his neck calmly and restrainedly, Chu Xinglin couldn't help but think of the mermaid who stuck to him last night. Sorry? There was nothing to apologize for. He finally got closer to Gu Huan and had some interactions with him. He was so happy that he couldn't wait.
In order not to expose his "evil ambitions", Chu Xinglin shook his head seriously.
"It doesn't matter."
“… …” Gu Huan blinked lightly and raised his head.
Chu Xinglin looked at him and pointed at the time. "I was also wrong about that. I have already moved the wine away. You should have a good rest. I have something else to do in the palace."
Gu Huan looked at Chu Xinglin's back as he walked away, his lips moving slightly.
To be honest, Chu Xinglin is definitely a good person.
Although sometimes he is a little overbearing like an alpha, he never acts like a prince in front of him.
Gu Huan didn't know how the prince defined re-understanding.
In fact, this is also an opportunity for him to get to know the prince again.
The prince was a little different from what was described in the book. He didn't seem to hate himself as much as in the book. When he said that he was starting to forgive him, he could feel the sincerity that was gradually approaching.
It was obvious that they had never talked about the fact that he threw the other person down before the black hole, nor had they talked about the fact that the other person saved him before the wormhole.
Gu Huan didn't talk about these things because if he did, there would inevitably be more personal feelings between the two of them.
Gu Huan wasn't sure if he needed to open his heart to the prince like this.
He thought that he could survive in this world relying on bargaining chips, personal abilities, and utilization value.
This is what he said to Shang He at the beginning, that he could use him if he could, and he would do his best to help the prince.
Look at the water and hangover soup brought by the robot.
The Admiral frowned slightly.
Sure enough, he couldn't do anything to someone as sentimental as Chu Xinglin.
He is not good at communicating with others.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
Jialin Military Region
The general wore a black turtleneck lining, a wide coat and a cape, and his epaulettes sparkled with his lofty status. He walked past many training mechas with a cold expression.
The mecha operators who were training in basic operations saw a black figure that was slightly taller than the instep of their mechas. They immediately stopped and saluted with their mechanical arms.
If only one or two people do this, it won't be noticeable.
There are at least ten mechas in a row that can be trained here.
A group of huge creatures salute a creature that is very small in comparison, which creates a shocking scene.
However, Gu Huan, who was in the center of the scenery, was unaware of this. He was communicating with his adjutant across the ocean to learn the latest situation.
"Mecha stress training... all members passed."
"Mech shooting training... these guys are pretty good."
Their training was much better than before he went to the First Military Academy.
“Well done.”
Gu Huan praised.
Yueyang put together what he had recorded and said with a little pride.
"Of course you are. You are training the students of the First Military Academy, and our regiment is also busy."
After Gu Huan left, Colonel Mo Xiao was the one who formulated the training plan. According to her, all students who had not yet officially enrolled in the First Military Academy would have to undergo training of that intensity, and their training plan must be three times that intensity.
So in these few months, the freshmen of the military academy have been reborn, and the soldiers in the legion have also shed a layer of skin and been reborn.
Gu Huan nodded in approval.
Keppel and Mo Xiao divided the work and cooperated with each other, one played the good cop and the other played the bad cop, and they managed the legion well.
Just as Gu Huan was instructing Yueyang about the next training plan.
Gu Huan's light brain flashed, and Xiao Ling sent a meeting message.
"Mecha designer Fang Yuanqi is waiting for you in your office."
Fang Yuanqi... ..
Another familiar name.
In the original text, this person personally designed a legendary mecha for Nie Chuan, and later became famous as the chief designer of the Empire's mecha.
He should be the mecha designer that Chu Xinglin found for him.
The training verification task was first handed over to Yueyang.
With his guards, Gu Huan quickly returned to the office.
After seeing the mecha designer with his hair messed up like a bird's nest, I stopped in my tracks.
The mecha designer standing there had a harmless baby face, but his dirty clothes made Gu Huan wonder if Chu Xinglin was mistreating the designer too much.
Before Gu Huan could call for help, someone rushed up, grabbed his right hand and shook it vigorously.
"Ouch. General Gu."
"I found a golden rice bowl."
Gu Huan's clean and tidy fingers formed a sharp contrast with the other party's hands which were covered in oil stains and had mud hidden in every gap between the nails.
Although I quickly pulled my hand away, I still felt a lingering fear.
The guards behind Gu Huan were about to shout and scold, but Gu Huan raised his hand to stop them.
Looking at the "ADHD child" who kept looking left and right after saying hello, Gu Huan frowned even deeper.
When Fang Yuanqi came over just now, he saw the mockery in the other person's eyes.
He knew that this person must have done it on purpose.
Having temporarily overcome his obsession with cleanliness, Gu Huan walked over as usual, sat on the office chair, raised his other clean hand and invited the person to sit down.
"Please take a seat."
Fang Yuanqi jumped up obediently, sat cross-legged on the chair, and supported his jaw. Because of supporting his jaw, his voice was unclear.
"Who put all these flowers in the room?"
Before Gu Huan could answer, Fang Yuanqi spoke again.
"My taste is not good. It's vulgar, too vulgar."
"... ..."
Knowing that he was just looking for trouble, Gu Huan said calmly, "This was given to me by someone else. You can't change it at will. When you work in the military region in the future, you can tell me in advance what kind of office you want."
"... ..."
Given by someone else.
Humph, he must not know how hateful this person is, which is why he gave him so many things.
Those people in their special guard team who had participated in the search and rescue operation for the prince knew that Gu Huan had seen the prince before he fell into the wormhole. How could he allow the prince who had lost his energy to fall into the wormhole, snatch the prince's credit, and be promoted to general without saying a word? And in the end, he still had the nerve to surrender again
He doesn’t know whether others believe it or not, but he doesn’t believe it anyway.
Fang Yuanqi frowned slightly.
He didn't understand those messed up things, he just knew that this man was a double-faced bastard who made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suffer.
Therefore, from the moment he knew that His Highness asked him to come over for help, he began to plan how to give this man a warning.
He deliberately soaked his hands in mecha oil before coming to look for someone, but that was only the first step.
I heard that this person has mysophobia.
Humph, that person never used his right hand again after he shook hands with him. The information provided by that kid Chen Weiwei turned out to be true.
"Oh, His Highness wants me to improve the mecha for your team. This is easy to do."
"I can start working tomorrow."
"But before that, because I admire the general, I specially designed a mecha for you. I just don't know if you can operate it."
Looking at the smile on Fang Yuanqi's lips, Gu Huan frowned slightly.
He knew this was probably just another prank.
"Are there already simulated mechas?" he asked calmly.
A simulated mecha is a virtual mecha that is manipulated by users by putting its model into a virtual training ground in the form of data visualization.
Using simulated mechas to complete a series of tests can not only test the performance of the mecha, but also avoid wasting mecha materials. Before a mecha is put into production, it will often undergo this test, and then the mecha designer will improve the mecha based on the test results.
"Of course!" Fang Yuanqi said excitedly when he saw Gu Huan fell into the trap.
"I've had the concept for this mecha a long time ago. It's a very powerful mecha that ordinary people can't control. If I hadn't seen you controlling the mecha during a military training exercise, I wouldn't have dared to continue designing it."
"I think with your strength, controlling a new mecha should be no problem." Fang Yuanqi said, his eyes flashing slightly.
He has read the information from Chen Weiwei.
Gu Huan's mental power is SS level.
The basic performance of this new mecha he designed is such that a user with SS-level psychic ability can indeed control it, and it was indeed designed for Gu Huan.
But in order to give people a warning, he deliberately adjusted the performance of this mecha to a higher level, to a level that Gu Huan could not control.
Although he would not get hurt by controlling a mecha that he could not control, his movements would be very funny, and he could just sit back and wait for Gu Huan to make a fool of himself.
Ah, he is really a genius. How can Shanghe, the psychic therapist who likes to show off his abilities, compare to him