Naren: "..."
"We, we happen to have something... to report." The young officers took a few steps back in embarrassment, wishing to throw themselves out of the hull to calm down.
Sells said lightly: "That's right, let's talk."
"That's right, it's..." A certain tall guy in the lead blushed and couldn't find a suitable reason for a while.
Behind him, a short officer poked his head hard, his eyes sneaking in Naren's direction. Another man, who looked particularly serious, patted the short man on the head as a warning.
Several people made eye contact and communicated in a silent place.
In this regard, Sells's expression can be said to be very flat: "Waylin."
The short officer poking his head shrank his neck: "Yes."
"you say."
Wei Lin was stunned for a moment, and said falteringly: "Adjutant Ann, Adjutant Andre wants us, wants us...to inform everyone about the departure."
Bancuntou's eyes are slack-this kind of reason... Isn't such a thing as "departure" an obvious thing
The starship under his feet swayed, and the nebula outside the window turned upside down, and he could perceive it without special notice.
It's over, it's over, eavesdropping on the gossip of the superiors, but was caught straight, and even made a bad excuse, he can already foresee what will be waiting for them.
Wei Lin realized it himself, with a bitter face, he gave his little friend a look for help.
Sells: "If you have nothing to do, go and help Hagrid."
The three stood up straight nervously.
Just kidding, they have no desire to wash dishes in a greasy kitchen!
Naren was curious: "Hagrid?"
The serious-faced young man locked his eyes on him: "That's our head chef. He has a slightly weird personality, but his craftsmanship is very good. If you have anything you like to eat, just tell me."
Naren: "..." Why does he have a feeling of being deliberately curry favor? After straightening his mind and saying a few polite words, the prince said that he had no plans to dine for the time being.
Sells thought for a while, and took the opportunity to report a bunch of dishes.
Nalen froze for a moment: "..." It's all his favorite.
The young officer's face also froze, and he said with difficulty: "Today, Hagrid doesn't make desserts on Monday."
Sells raised an eyebrow.
He immediately changed his words: "No problem, leave it to me."
Sells nodded in satisfaction.
Wei Lin next to him had a frightened expression on his face, and he didn't dare to turn his head around anymore, and stuck to the spot like a quail.
The bancuntou in front of him dared not say a word.
Naren faintly evoked some kind of strange sympathy, and the frightened appearance of the other party made him feel the same. Before getting acquainted with Sells, he also felt that the other party was quite bluffing when he was silent.
The atmosphere was a little anxious.
He coughed.
Sells immediately raised the corners of his mouth, turned around and introduced the three boys who eavesdropped on the corner to Nalen.
Serious Face, like Di Ya, was born as a mining star. With his own strength, he went through various difficulties and came to the imperial capital and passed the conscription assessment of the "Sari". The short one is Wein, he is the youngest member of the starship, and he is also the most eccentric and troublesome existence.
As for the head of the board, it is much more reliable. As a veteran figure who has followed the marshal for many years, his friendship with Sayers can be traced back to his military school career: he caught the male god-level senior in the last year before graduation, and was able to travel far and wide on campus. Witnessed each other's excellence. After graduating, he resolutely enlisted in the army with his beautiful dream of the Imperial Army and his admiration for Sayers... Now that he thinks about it, he is really too young.
Naren has actually heard about these people. In the social places of the imperial capital, there will always be people discussing Sells and his confidantes. The subordinates never thought that there would be a day of fun with this group of people in the future.
This kind of "private" meeting is the first time. The three expressed a warm welcome to his arrival, as if the gap between him and the military had never existed before.
Naren returned the same friendly attitude. When he hated someone, he would either be too lazy to talk to him, or force him to retreat with harsh words; and when he was friendly and got along with the purpose of making friends, the eloquent prince could always say something pleasing to the eye.
After a few words, they found that the impersonal prince in their impression was quite interesting. Except for a few quarrels with Sells in front of them, and some requests similar to "discussion", the relationship between the two parties is far from evolving to the point of life and death.
Welling began to germinate in a solid state, and after a few words, he couldn't help but ask Naren why he came.
Sells glanced at him, and then turned his attention to the people around him, waiting for the answer together.
"Oh, I want to go to Boundary Star." Naren's answer was plain, formulaic and perfunctory, but polite enough.
As soon as the words fell, he keenly noticed that Sells seemed to have sighed
Welling had a disbelieving expression on his face, but his teammates stopped his plan to continue talking—the atmosphere was already very harmonious here, and they didn't want to put themselves in the embarrassing situation of directly reporting to their superiors.
The secret between Shalvet and Monte is not simple. If they are not careful, they will easily take risks. It is obviously a high-risk behavior to discuss it publicly in front of the parties involved.
Welling wasn't a savvy teammate, but they were savvy enough to take reasonable precautions before he did something stupid.
Bancuntou thought of an unremarkable excuse to leave: "Andrea is still waiting for me to help, the appointed time is almost up, I have to go first."
The serious face immediately said: "Is there a job? I will help."
Wei Lin turned his head, looked at the two teammates who looked disappointed, and said hesitantly: "Then... I will go too?"
This time Sells did not embarrass them and signaled that they could leave.
Several people breathed a sigh of relief: Sure enough, the gossip of the chief is not so good-looking.
— This kind of thing is still more suitable for discussing behind the scenes.
Nalen watched the three of them go away, his eyelids jumped inexplicably, but he was relieved soon. He turned his head to look at the person beside him, only to find that the other person was also looking at him.
A trance flashed in the gray-green eyes.
When I was invited, I agreed in a flash of excitement, but after I calmed down, I felt something was wrong. But after thinking about it, I felt that it was no big deal.
Talking about a relationship won't make you shrink your head and tail, as if you are doing something shady.
The room next door was cleaned quickly.
The handling robot moved the luggage over there. Naren bid farewell to Searles, walked into the room, and found that the furnishings inside were not much different from the previous room: a simple single bed, a small double sofa, and a coffee table, which looked very simple .
As a person with a plan, he planned to make a travel strategy while on the road. Not long after he sat down, there was movement behind him. The cabinet in the corner moved, and Selstor came in with a bunch of things.
Naren looked at the door, then at the cabinet door, and finally locked his eyes on the person who came.
There is a hidden door in the wall between the two rooms
He deeply felt that the people who designed the starship had very problematic ideas.
Sells behaved calmly. He sat next to Nalen with a lot of things in his arms, and after realizing that he was looking at him, he reached out and touched his furry head.
"???"
The hand on his head was quickly retracted.
Naren naively thought it was just an accident, but it wasn't until the end of the trip that he realized that Sayers, unexpected, extraordinarily obsessive, especially liked to do little innocuous gestures now and then.
It was almost evening when the two set off, so he planned to rest during the ten-hour journey.
He did go to rest, too.
When it was almost close to the usual bedtime, Naren reminded someone beside him who sneaked into his room and suspected that he was going to settle down.
"I'm going to rest."
Upon hearing this, Sells quickly finished his work and left his room with his belongings.
Looks good talking.
Naren breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the day could finally end in his sleep.
In reality, however, this is just the beginning.
Falling asleep on a starship is not easy, and even when you do fall asleep, it is difficult to enter a deep sleep state.
Although the starship tends to be stable, it is inevitable that there will be bumps in the process of driving. So he woke up halfway, turned over, and was right in front of some dark head.
"!!!"
He backed up sharply, his back touching the wall, and kicked the unknown creature on the bed with one leg.
In the darkness, the man turned over. Under the dim light of the indicator light, a handsome and tired face appeared in Nalen's sight.
"Sels?"
He was sure that he watched the other party leave before falling asleep!
but now
The cabinet in the corner was opened again at some point, and the narrow single bed was filled to the brim with two quilts. The owner of the quilt closed his eyes tightly and was lying beside him in a deep sleep.
Naren: "..."
The movement he made just now was not small. He not only kicked his feet, but also called the other party's name, but Sells showed no sign of waking up.
The previous dark history was still vivid in his memory, he squinted his eyes, feeling that the possibility of the other party pretending to be asleep could not be ruled out easily.
In the dim light, Naren began to observe carefully—as an interstellar idol, Searles’s skin is indeed maddening. The man in his dream looked very real, lying on his side in a natural posture, approaching Slightly heavy breathing can also be heard.
The picture is very eye-catching, but it can't cover up the irrationality of the other party's presence here.
Naren propped up his body quietly, and sat on the bed with a straight face.
The time is almost up, and in two hours, it's time to reach the destination. He decided to just wait for Sells to wake up and see what he had to say about it.
A few minutes later, he yawned and pushed the sleeping man, but the other party remained unresponsive and lay unconscious on the spot.
"You are a high-risk person in the army, what is the minimum level of vigilance when you sleep?"
Naren couldn't help complaining in his heart. The long period of peace and nothingness can easily lead to drowsiness, and soon he felt that his eyelids became heavy.
If at the beginning he still doubted that Sells was awake, but now he is completely convinced - the man's disguise is perfect, and his sleeping position can be compared with himself some time ago.
But he never believed that Sells could still sleep peacefully after such a big movement.
There was a layer of sleepy mist in the green eyes, and the prince was a little annoyed, and poked the other party's forehead.
"You squeezed me."
Two grown men were squeezed into such a small bed, and Sells still occupied two-thirds of the position, and the remaining one-third was not enough for him to stretch his limbs.
Seeing that Sells was still motionless, the prince smiled coldly.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you."
He crawled out of the bed, knelt on the bed and straightened his quilt—at worst, he moved to Sels' room to sleep.
Sells: "..." The marshal, who realized the opponent's plan, moved his body at the right time, pretending to be about to wake up.
The sleep-deprived His Royal Highness refused to accept this trick, and picked up the quilt to pass through the pedestrians lying in front of him.
"Sleep well, it can be seen that you like this bed very much."
Saying this, he didn't notice that the person under him had quietly raised a leg, tripped and fell on Sells without noticing it.
The marshal uttered an indistinct raving: "What's wrong?"
He shook his head, his eyes were closed from beginning to end, and he looked like he was disturbed in a deep sleep. While talking, he surrounded the person and rolled towards the inner wall, hiding the person in a completely trapped way. into his arms.
The room suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.
After a long time, the blushing prince couldn't bear it anymore and said, "It's too crowded."
I feel like my body is going numb.
Searles is teetering on the edge of letting go and not letting go.
I just heard Naren say quietly: "Change your posture."