Lin Han's tone was very natural, as if asking how the weather was today.
He Yunting's eyebrows moved, and he still looked calm, as if he just heard a question about the weather.
It's just that He Yunting was a little puzzled.
Isn't Mr. Lin obsessed with cleanliness? Why did he suddenly take off his gloves in front of him
Mr. Lin also smiled to himself.
Mr. Lin was still sleeping in his bed just now.
Mr. Lin hugged himself for a long time before.
Mr. Lin... very nice person.
Mr. Lin asked himself whether he liked him or not.
Of course, the words in He Yunting's head were not like that in Lin Han's view.
What is He Yunting thinking now
Why did He Yunting show a puzzled expression.
When did He Yunting move himself to his bed
He Yunting's susceptible period suddenly came over and hugged him, but he just didn't push him away.
He Yunting... He is not bad.
So Mr. Lin decided to read his mind.
He Yunting's mind began to run at a high speed, trying to find evidence that he liked Lin Han from the above-mentioned pile of conditions.
His eyes rarely showed a dazed look, as if he could not define these simple words.
His chaotic life seems to have long been filled with other content, various combat skills, driving training, tactical strategies, but somewhere in the top of his heart is still vacant.
Because he was too careful, he didn't even know how to put a person on, put him in that soft position, shelter him from the wind and rain, and be invincible for him.
At this moment, He Yunting couldn't distinguish these influx of emotions at all. Rather than asking him to give a result now, he might as well go to the training ground to practice happily.
But no matter what, Mr. Lin is definitely different.
He was different from the first sight.
Lin Han watched He Yunting's every move.
From the changes in his eyelashes and pupils when he first heard this sentence, to the confusion that slowly appeared on his face a few seconds later, he retracted it into his eyes.
In fact, he was not sure.
To put it another way, he suddenly asked this question in a tempting manner, or in other words, with a little teasing intent.
No one would believe what he said. An engineer specializing in mecha, relying on his mind-reading skills, wanted to "bully" the aloof and noble imperial general.
But He Yunting couldn't give an answer, and Lin Han suddenly felt at a loss.
He even felt that he had changed, things that he never cared about before, but now he wants to find out.
It can be said that He Yunting's voice made him not calm enough, or it can be said that the previous hug made him have other thoughts.
When did I actually like to use mind reading to spy on others, and I asked such a question.
Lin Han felt a little guilty for no reason, but he really wanted to know the answer.
He leaned forward and pulled into the distance between He Yunting and He Yunting, pretended to want to get dinner again, and brushed the back of He Yunting's hand with his fingers inadvertently.
At this moment, He Yunting also opened his mouth.
Lin Han saw his own reflection in the other's eyes, pure and clear.
He flinched a little, just about to give up this irrational thought—
"I have no idea."
I have no idea.
But Mr. Lin's pheromone is so sweet.
The other party's voice and heart sound rang in Lin Han's ears at the same time, and then overlapped.
Lin Han suddenly took his hand away in a panic.
"I have no idea."
And He Yunting himself, very honestly, decided to repeat his first sentence.
Only then did Lin Han feel the pain of self-inflicted sin. He lowered his eyes and stopped looking at himself in He Yunting's eyes.
No matter what He Yunting said or what the other party thought, aside from pheromones, He Yunting still didn't have a definite answer.
Lin Han didn't know what other people were like, but felt a strange sense of loss suddenly.
what is this
frivolous
But He Yunting never said that he liked it, he asked first.
"I understand." He said, and smiled at He Yunting, "Speak casually, General, don't take it to heart."
Lin Han picked up the dinner He Yunting had brought for him and stood up: "Then I'll go back to the room first. If the general has any work-related matters, you can ask Lieutenant Colonel Lu to inform me, and I will be there whenever I am called."
His mood was a bit complicated, and he even began to feel a little bit of displeasure. After careful calculation, he should be angry, but the object was himself.
"Sword Comes"
I was angry that I wasn't calm enough, I was angry that I was irrational.
"Oh." He Yunting, who had no idea what Lin Han was going through at the moment, but still felt that his answer was very honest, nodded, "Okay."
When Lin Han was about to turn around and leave, He Yunting stopped him again: "Mr. Lin."
"?"
"Can't I contact you directly?"
Lin Han didn't know He Yunting's current brain circuit, so he was stunned: "?"
"I mean, I don't need to go through Lu Anhe for work, can I contact you directly?" He Yunting rarely said a long sentence to express his confusion.
Lin Han: "Huh?"
Seeing Lin Han in a daze, He Yunting began to add: "Because I really thank Mr. Lin today."
Lin Han opened his mouth: "...It's okay."
After stating the above, He Yunting named the subject: "So can I contact you directly?"
It probably means that if they are hugged, the relationship should be closer.
Lin Han continued to stand still: "..."
So, the nameless fire in Lin Han's heart came out of nowhere, He Yunting said one after another, like a small fire extinguisher, perseveringly "pu chi" and "pu chi", and finally put out the small flame. Lost.
"...whatever." Lin Han returned to his room.
After the first round of selection, the specially-appointed mecha divisions could finally be activated. Lin Han's job was to overhaul the mechas that the recruits needed to drive before the second round of selection, and repair them at any time.
Sometimes it is necessary to temporarily rewrite the program or operation method in the mecha according to each person's own needs and mental strength.
This work is actually not very difficult, because the mechas for recruits will not be exclusive high-level mechas, but the key is that there are many types of batches, cumbersome, and meticulous. If you are very familiar with it, you can accurately know the repair part and adjust it quickly, so this is not something that the research institute can do just by pulling someone casually.
Lin Han started joining the job the next day.
When they first faced the newcomers, many people's eyes were straight. Such a beautiful omega was actually a specially hired mecha engineer.
But after all, everyone was still on He Yunting's territory, and they didn't dare to say anything if they had any ideas. At most, there were a few brave ones who were not afraid to give Lin Han a second look when they came over, and then they were successfully named and criticized by the instructors. It became a deduction record and handed it to He Yunting.
So on the second day, the selection was over. Apart from eliminating another group of people, He Yunting looked at the string of records in his hand with a cold expression, and remembered all the names one by one in his mind.
Lin Han himself didn't care about other people's eyes. He only cared about his own job. After finishing his job, he went back to the office prepared for him at the base and waited for new emergencies to come out.
He hadn't spoken to He Yunting for the past two days. Originally, the two had different positions. If one of them insisted, there would be nothing to talk about.
Although Lin Han had agreed to let He Yunting contact him directly without going through Lu Anhe, He Yunting was really busy these past two days. One to two, Lu Anhe still became a tool in the fight between the two.
Of course, Lu Anhe could see the undercurrents surging between the two after the susceptible period. Mr. Lin became more polite, while the boss became more inhumane, and the relationship between the two gradually retreated to a state of almost strangers.
Especially He Yunting, who has become a workaholic these two days, and even went directly to the first base to inspect one day. With a cold face, he picked out several alpha recruits who didn't seem to have made any big mistakes. , directly packed and eliminated and sent out.
Whether it is true or not, the recruits at the base are silent, and no newcomer dares to covet that exquisite and beautiful omega mecha master.
There were also rumors that the admiral was cold-hearted and terrifying.
Today's Lin Han also planned to go back to his room after finishing his work early.
He clearly felt that when he passed the group of newcomers, no one dared to keep their eyes on him anymore.
Lin Han sighed in his heart that this selection was really harsh.
But when he thought of harshness, he had to think of He Yunting again.
This thought made him a little upset, maybe it was the relationship between the unclear hug, or he had to ask curiously, and the two ended up breaking up.
But he probably understood why Lu Anhe was able to follow each other for so long, he could hide snacks under his nose, and sometimes he would call him "boss" in a less respectful way—He Yunting's appearance couldn't really represent him personally, just like a few days Former Lin Han would not have thought that this person would be almost helpless and confused, and just wanted to ask him for a hug.
But He Yunting still couldn't laugh.
I didn't like myself either.
Lin Han waved these inexplicable thoughts out of his mind, and walked back alone after finishing his work.
The base is very big, and he was a little irritable, so he decided to go back later and stroll around the base.
He was wearing the white uniform of the institute, and even if no one knew his name, he could understand his identity.
When some soldiers saw him, they would salute respectfully, and Lin Han nodded as well.
The base was all new to Lin Han. He wandered around alone for a long time, saw a lot of novel things, and finally felt better, and then he started to go back.
As a result, before taking a few steps, he met an acquaintance.
"Mr. Lin!"
Lin Han turned his head in response.
"Mr. Lin, what a coincidence." The visitor was wearing a pair of old-fashioned glasses. He saw Lin Han coming, and he picked up the logo of the art troupe on his uniform, "I am the teacher the admiral found for you to teach you how to dance. Ah, don't you remember?"
Lin Han was silent for a while, "Remember."
"I heard from the base next door that you were here, but I never saw him." Probably because he was in the base, the teacher's behavior was obviously much more natural than before.
Just as Lin Han was about to say a few words casually, he heard the man continue to ask, "Then does Mr. Lin continue to learn dancing?"
"..." He didn't expect this person to be so persistent, "No need."
"Oh, that's a pity." The teacher seemed to take this matter firmly in his heart, with a rather regretful tone.
Lin Han looked at him, and suddenly remembered how He Yunting taught himself at the dinner party that day.
He lowered his head and pondered for a while, and finally hesitantly said, "Wait a minute."
The teacher of the art troupe turned around and said, "What's wrong, Mr. Lin?"
"General, he..." Lin Han spoke very slowly, he took a breath with his tongue against his upper jaw, adjusted his tone before continuing, "He asked you to teach me, did he learn it himself?"
Lin Han remembered the last sentence he said when he sent this man out, asking him to teach He Yunting first, and then find himself.
This man was also upright and asked what to say. Anyway, the general didn't give a seal, so he knew everything: "Yes. I went back that day and passed on what Mr. Lin said to the general."
"However, he is too busy these days and has no time. He still followed my lessons a few days ago."
Lin Han was stunned: "He... did he really learn from you?"
"Yeah," the other party nodded, "I really didn't expect the admiral to want to learn this, but he still taught it... As expected of the admiral, he has no basics at all, but he learned very hard."
"...I see." Lin Han put his index finger on the tip of his nose, "Then I'll go back first."
Lin Han was alone on the way back to the first base.
He thought he was pretty smart.
But he just couldn't figure out He Yunting.
He clearly didn't like him, and he still invited himself to come with a poor excuse, and he really went to learn.
What did he learn to do
Could it be that it is for the sake of having a chance to be with me in the future...
However, Lin Han quickly denied this idea to himself. The other party was a respected imperial general. Even if it wasn't for himself, he would often go out to such occasions in the future, as if it was understandable to learn to dance.
But if it was based on the condition that "it has nothing to do with him learning to dance", Lin Han found that not only did he not relax, but he was even more blocked.
What exactly does he want to do.
He clearly doesn't like himself.
Lin Han didn't understand his own thoughts either.
He has always been calm, and he doesn't get mad at people. He always feels that there is no need for that.
It was he who had to take off his gloves to listen to He Yunting's voice, but it was himself who was struggling now.
Even after he reacted, he found that he had actually walked to the door of He Yunting's room.
Lu Anhe said that He Yunting is no longer in the command room after five o'clock every day, and will go back to his room. If Lin Han has anything, he can go to him directly.
This sentence sounds like a hint, but Lin Han has not been here once in the past few days.
But now, he was standing at the door.
Lin Han's mind was in a mess, his heart was congested, and there was a nameless emotion that came from nowhere.
He consoled himself and kept finding reasons for himself.
He needed an answer and wanted to ask He Yunting why.
There are many questions, and He Yunting can answer one.
Lin Han took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Who?" A male voice came from inside, and Lin Han recognized it as Lu Anhe.
"It's me, Lin Han."
The house was quiet for a long time this time, before Lu Anhe said "haha" twice: "Wait a minute! I'll be here."
Lin Han listened to the sound of footsteps from far to near, and the tension in his heart began to rise.
He felt like he came to Xing Shi to ask for his guilt, but he couldn't say he was angry, what's more, He Yunting clearly had nothing to regret him.
But if he didn't come - Lin Han thought, he would probably be stuck in his heart for a longer time.
Just be self-willed.
Lin Han pursed his lips, waiting for the door in front of him to open.
Lin Han hadn't seen He Yunting for several days.
During the minute he was waiting for the door to open, he was still thinking, how should he speak? Where to ask
Because even he himself doesn't know what answer he wants - according to this reason, he should not be angry.
But he recalled what the man said just now, and He Yunting's indifferent tone of "I don't know", and he felt a strange and uncontrollable annoyance arose in his heart for no reason.
These emotions are even a little unfamiliar to Lin Han, and even he himself doesn't know how to deal with it.
So there was only one way to find He Yunting.
With a click, the door opened.
He Yunting's room was very dark, and at that moment, the lights and shadows intertwined, and Lin Han couldn't see where the other party was.
But when he fixed his eyes on it, he saw Lu Anhe came out holding the finished dressing box, stained with dried blood.
He Yunting was putting on his shirt, his movements were not large, and there was a familiar icy breath all over his body.
"Hello, Mr. Lin!" Lu Anhe greeted with anger, then walked out without looking sideways, closed the door for them, and quickly fled the scene after leaving the sight of Lin Han and He Yunting.
Lin Han took a few steps forward, pursing his lips.
He Yunting's shirt was still stained with blood, which reminded Lin Han of the terrifying wound on the other side's right shoulder.
But He Yunting's expression still looked calm, despite the deep wound, he never changed his face.
So this guy is really weird.
Lin Han kept flashing back to the shoulder injury he saw that day, and comparing with He Yunting, who was silent at the moment, what emotions came to his mind before he thought he wanted to come to him to ask for an answer.
Lin Han walked up to He Yunting, he wanted to say, how is your injury, is it any better
He didn't have time to start a teacher to ask the guilt, only the other's deep wound was left on his retina, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by something. Those inexplicable emotions before coming here disappeared silently, and the whole person gradually calmed down.
He looked at He Yunting's right shoulder, his eyelashes trembled, and his brows narrowed, only the end of his voice trembled, and he said, "Do you... hurt."
The author has something to say: Han Han: Wronged
Lao He: grievance
Changed the description of ooc a bit
Sudden lock text made a big head, I'm a little late, sorry