The wedding of Prince Naryn and Marshal Seers finally took place.
After a few months, the marriage proposal ceremony in Vatican City seemed to be still in sight, and the two central figures once again became the focus of public opinion.
But this time, everyone was not as excited as before.
reason
Heh, only the prince's face can make their mood fluctuate.
The big brother who threatened to fly an ancestral plane to break through the guards was intercepted friendly on the first day of entry. The gossip army tried their best, but they couldn't break through the checkpoint of the evil forces, let alone the prince, and even the marshal himself became a mystery, and rarely appeared in public.
Heartbroken.
If it is a small traffic star, such an attitude will be severely abandoned by them!
But the marshal didn't care at all, even if they played and rolled, they only got a sonorous and forceful "don't show".
Turn black, must turn black!
And now, reports about the wedding of the two are circulating throughout the empire.
There is only one report.
From the solemn and solemn military and political departments, the text narrative without any special effects is very suitable for the rigorous and simple style of the state department.
On a certain day in a certain year, Marshal Sellsmont of the Empire concluded a marriage contract with Prince Naren Sharvi.
What a concise official headline, what an ordinary formulaic tone.
Smile.
This time, there is no picture of holding hands? ! !
What does the Propaganda Department do? Have all the insiders in the imperial capital been bribed? When did the upper circles of the empire become so united and friendly? Didn't one or two little fighters stand up and cause trouble? What about political enemies? Where is the marshal's political enemy, come out, hack him!
Sorry, the few so-called political opponents who are not at odds with the marshal are none other than the prince himself. ^_^…
No, this year's Propaganda Department can't do it.
Excuse me, goodbye.
"What are you looking at?" Sayers' voice came from behind, Naren shook his hands, closed the terminal, and returned to his senses as if nothing had happened.
The newlywed partner, Mr. Sells, was wearing a nightgown, showing his tight muscles under the open V-neck collar. The water drops after bathing had not been wiped off, and slowly slid down the midline, extending down.
Naren looked away, stretching his legs against someone's chest as they tried to sit down closer.
The low-key of the wedding is only relative to the outside world. In fact, the grand occasion of the wedding day really shocked the participants. The scene when Sells proposed marriage is still vivid in my memory, not to mention the joint production of the Mont family and Shalvet.
"A lot of people are scolding you."
Sells grabbed his ankle, sat helplessly in the distance, looked at his partner lying on the sofa, and asked, "Am I being stingy?"
Nato nodded: "Why do they insist on seeing me?" It can be said that it is very difficult to understand the obsession of these people.
Because you look good—the marshal looked over with deep meaning in his eyes, and he kneaded the feet in the palm of his hand: "Don't pay attention to them, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"..." Nalen glanced over faintly. Since he lived together, he felt that his body was developing towards the rice worm with inactive limbs at a speed of "falling straight down". He said sincerely: "Sometimes I am really worried about your Followers feel worthless."
Sayers asked, "Why?"
Nalen looked down and landed on his "obscene" feet, shook his head and did not speak.
After pondering for a moment, Sells raised the corners of his mouth and said seriously: "Actually, the first follower who confessed to me face to face... is now my partner."
Nalen: "..." Turning his head and confirming that Sells was talking about him, he fell into a wordless silence. After a long while, he struggled to hold back a sentence: "I don't believe that Sasha and the others haven't confessed their love to you."
Sells said: "Girl... Maybe there were euphemistic hints, but I never understood them." He blinked, "Compared to comparison, straightforward words are more touching."
straightforward…
Nalen's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he heard a long and familiar confession from Sayers' mouth.
"I adore you, follow you, and love you... The reason why I smear you with clumsy lies is that I hope that there will be fewer people who like you, and even fewer, until everyone no longer competes with me for your attention..."
Forgive my self-righteousness, Marshal, no one cares more about you than I do.
"...Ci'ao." Naren took a deep breath, no matter how well-bred he was, he couldn't suppress the swear words from his lips. As soon as his feet were retracted, the prince jumped up from the sofa, and kicked down the guy who dared to mention black history with great ruthlessness.
Sells was still laughing: "Honey, there's still one last sentence left."
Annoyed and furious, the prince gave a quick word.
"roll!"
After walking a few steps with bare feet, thinking about it, I was still suffocated, so I walked back briskly, and said with a cold face: "Don't mention it again in the future."
Sells hurriedly nodded and said yes.
Nalen narrowed his eyes and emphasized: "I'm serious."
"..." Sells hesitated, "I'm just telling you."
"I don't want to hear it."
The stern-faced prince's ears were red, this kind of black history is going to kill him!
Sells sighed.
Naren: "..."
The prince who has just become a married person is full of feelings of being deceived. In some respects, he is the same as those Montes who are confused by the appearance of integrity. After the delivery, I realized that everything was just an illusion.
nonexistent.
Looking at someone whose face has obviously thickened after marriage, he can vaguely foresee that the following days will inevitably be in dire straits—this paper-like and fragile marriage.
Every time the old matter is brought up again, it is to test him on the verge of running away from home.
Sells: "…"
Inexplicably feeling a cold back, the marshal quickly pulled his lover into his arms to keep warm. Looking at the disgust in the beautiful gray-green eyes, the little liar might not know how to arrange himself in his mind, so he quickly started to coax.
However, the prince is not easy to coax, and even more "unruly" after marriage, only kissing is omnipotent.
After being slobbered again, Naren refused in his heart, but was honest in his body. In the end, he pretended to be dead and decided to take turns driving the big babies in Sayers' garage tomorrow to sober up.
The marshal kissed him on the sofa for a long time, and when he let go, he was still a little unsatisfied.
"Honey, actually I..."
Nalen took a breath: "Say."
"We have something ready for tonight..."
Half a minute later, the marshal quickly ran to the cabinet and found a large box.
Nalen's face flushed, and he glanced inside curiously, with a black line: "What the hell?"
Sells: "Beard."
Naren took a deep breath: "...Okay, I will grow a beard starting tomorrow."
Sells froze, no, this is different from what he thought. This was specially chosen by him to commemorate the occasion when the two fell in love, and in retrospect, "Donnie" with a beard is really cute... the occasional little fun is so good.
But the baby got awkward again, not only throwing away his treasured beard, but also bossing him to roll to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Alas, the marshal, who thought he would have an "appetizer" before the meal, help the prince straighten the nightgown that he tore off during the kiss, rubbed his curly short hair, and then turned and went into the kitchen.
The head of the house, Mr. Naren Sharvi, snuggled up on the sofa, turned on the audio-visual equipment, and prepared to relax before dinner was served. When he glanced at the busy figures in the kitchen, he thought to himself that apart from the gloomy dark history that pops up from time to time, generally speaking, life after marriage is quite comfortable.
Today is the day to go to work.
Naren, who had had enough of his wedding leave, yawned, and came to the garage. After looking around, he chose the red sports car that was flamboyant. Sells naturally had no objection. After getting into the car, he pressed the button to start it, and then dragged the people back to sleep together.
When passing by the gate of the community, I met Mrs. Wei Da's girlfriends who were doing morning exercises.
As the invited people of the wedding, they have already observed the newlyweds in all aspects without dead ends. Sells and Nalen rolled down the window and greeted cheerfully.
A group of old grandmas waved their hands benevolently, and waited until the car of the two of them disappeared before a heated discussion broke out like a girl.
"Little Chalvet is very pretty."
"A closer look is more handsome than on the wedding day!"
"They're still holding hands."
"Young man..."
Nalen looked down at the route and raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to the military headquarters?"
Sells said helplessly: "There is a symposium in the Imperial Capital Central College, and my alma mater invited me to give a speech."
Naren mused: "... oh, public figure."
Sells looked at it, but still couldn't hold back and pushed the man into his arms and bullied him for a while.
"I don't want to show my face either. There are people who speak and give speeches everywhere like me. The speech of the old Marshal Hals is far more exciting than mine, but..." He shook his head in distress, "Everyone only remembers the good-looking people .”
shameless.
But Nalen also understood that it wasn't Sells' intentional idolization of himself, but the trend of the times and his appearance.
He bent down and reset the route, saying: "You don't need to see me off first, you go to the academy, so you can take the same route."
Starting from home, passing through the college, and then arriving at Naren's destination, there is no need to make any detours in a straight line. But Sells wanted to run back and forth by himself out of the obsession with sending his partner to work.
Nalen was speechless: "Don't mess around, I will pick you up after the end."
Surrounded by her boyfriend's strength, the marshal put his head on Nalen's shoulder cooperatively: "Well, I'll wait for you."
Naren: "..."
Imperial Central College is called Imperial High School for short. One of its characteristics is that it is rich in various Mediterranean professors. Due to the strictness of the school, almost every year there are students who try to fool around and wait to die. The difficulty was outrageous, which also led to an unprecedented increase in the number of people in this first-year freshman meeting.
It was the beginning of the school season, and the freshmen who were full of vigor and the resentful repeaters gathered together. They could not help falling asleep after listening to the passionate speech of the principal of Mediterranean, "Recalling the past and looking forward to the future".
"Today we have invited the pride of the Imperial High School, the most outstanding student from the Conducting Department to return to the school to communicate with you!"
The suddenly raised voice woke up the students who were on the verge of drowsiness, and they all yawned, resting their foreheads with one hand in deep thought.
The repeaters in the back row were neither sad nor happy, and their minds wandered beyond the horizon.
The same routine has been experienced twice, and it is still not half new.
"Maintaining basic expectations is the minimum respect for a speaker." A man's voice came from beside him.
The students sitting nearby turned their heads and saw a man who obviously didn't look like a college student sitting alone in a seat near the aisle.
The man was wearing a black suit, sitting with his legs crossed, and a pair of gray-green eyes focused on the stage.
This is a very... a person that people can't take their eyes off, not only his handsome face, but also an indescribable special aura. Unlike the group of young students who pretended to be deep, the reserved and arrogant in this man's bones could not be imitated by the students at all.
When did the Imperial High School have such an outstanding professor
A group of brats were dazed in a daze.
The "professor" glanced at them lightly, and said to them: "Listen attentively and look ahead."
"..."
Well, what an imposing professor!
Being stared at by those beautiful eyes, let alone listening to lectures, I am willing to study hard!
Wait—why do the speakers on stage look familiar
this is not…
"Ahhhh!" After a brief silence in the venue, there was an uncontrollable scream.
The powerful sound pierced into the ears, and the man in the back row frowned, as if he was in a bad mood.
"Fuck! It's really the Marshal, am I blind?"
After seeing his idol, the boy immediately forgot about the beautiful professor he was unfamiliar with, and excitedly asked his companions.
The companion returned the same warm greeting: "Yes, yes! This level is not in vain!"
"Can you see the Marshal in your lifetime?"
"Oh my god, the marshal is actually my direct senior?"
"This seems to be the marshal's first public appearance after his marriage?"
"...we can still talk without mentioning marriage."
…
Hearing the chattering voices of the young people around him, sneaking in to admire the old Gong's elegant speech, the prince felt peaceful and peaceful in his heart. He confirmed that the people on the stage were still the same as when they parted from him, they neither dressed up specially nor "showed their heads and poses", and sat on the rostrum in a serious manner, which couldn't be more simple.
A good skin really can take a lot of advantages. For example, now, the pure and innocent students below will never think that their perfect idol actually has a hole in the left sock.
Naren suddenly felt that the world was full of deception.
Sells' speech was a success.
Naren, who listened carefully to the whole process, is probably the one who has the most say among all the people present. Because apart from him, most of the others are immersed in the "beauty" of the marshal, or they haven't recovered from the shock of meeting their idol.
After the speech is over, there will be a routine questioning session. Due to the influence of the speaker, there are not many questions.
Faced with countless raised hands, the teacher holding the microphone wittily gave the opportunity to ask questions to the calm-looking students.
After reading countless people, whoever escapes and who is prudent is still somewhat sure.
The calmness of the learning attitude is not linked to the attitude towards life. The one who was selected was a boy sitting in the first two rows of Naren.
He was so excited that the first sentence he spoke went straight to the point.
"You have countless admirers, why did you choose Prince Naryn in the end? What about him moved you?"
The teacher who handed over the microphone: "..." Are you sorry for me who handed over the microphone to you
The students got excited, great job! Just ask!
Naren sat upright.
Sells on the stage didn't seem to notice him. After thinking for a few seconds, he said: "First of all, to correct a word, choice. I don't think being with Nalen is a 'choice'."
Choosing the "only" from the "many" is not a romantic thing, but rather a kind of superior selection of the best. In fact, the so-called "many" are just strangers to Searles. From the beginning to the end, he has only one "only".
"We get married not by choice, but by love."
"..."
There was commotion in the crowd, seemingly overwhelmed by the answer.
Only Nalen squinted his eyes, thinking about how Searles managed to speak his love so naturally outside without changing his face. He leaned on the armrest of the chair and gently touched his forehead: This guy, frankly, is really unbearable.
It's gross.
On the stage, Sells had a smile in his eyes, and his eyes precisely positioned a familiar figure.
"As for what touched me... I can't say." For example, secretly cheering for myself at the bottom is very attractive. ^_^ Everyone: "..."
After "not showing", "can't tell"
Why? !
The marshal showed a mysterious smile: "It's good that only I know."
The audience was silent.
The mysterious possessiveness from the marshal swept the entire auditorium of the Imperial High School, and all the innocent college students present felt the fear of being dominated by dog food.
Forced to become the second in command of dog food production, Naren sat upright in the back row, listening to all directions, until a student from the Imperial High School suddenly sat in the empty seat beside him.
"Teacher, which college are you from?"
teacher
There was a flash of daze in the gray-green eyes, and from the corner of the eye, he saw a group of students on the other side of the aisle looking at him frequently, and then he reacted: "Command Department."
The student's eyes lit up: "I'm a driving student next door."
Naren hesitated for a moment and said, "Hello."
The student blushed: "I heard that the conducting department is all middle-aged professors in the Mediterranean Sea. I didn't expect there to be such a young and handsome teacher like you... Cough, a promising teacher."
Naren ruthlessly told the truth: "It's a family member." The family member of an outstanding student in the command department, Searles Monte.
student:"???"
Nalen continued: "Today I made a special trip to accompany him back to school."
The student was silent for a while: "May I ask what type of family member it is?"
Nalen raised his left hand and shook the men's ring on his ring finger, the meaning was self-evident.
The student's expression cracked.
Such an excellent man, unexpectedly... unexpectedly is the partner of one of the greasy Mediterranean in the command department
Nalen couldn't understand the despair of the boy's broken heart, and his attention was quickly attracted by the movement in the auditorium.
Over there, Sells finished his speech and was about to leave when someone suddenly asked another question.
"Marshal, since you like the prince so much, why don't you disclose some information to the public? Even the wedding was just a text announcement. Do you really like it in such a low-key and hasty way?"
Sells was unmoved.
"You have to hide your marriage. It's really hard to understand the thoughts of this group of celebrities in the imperial capital." Faced with the gossip, the student who had just failed to strike up a conversation was resurrected with half blood, and complained to Nalun, "It's so mysterious, or it's a fake marriage. Or that prince is too ugly to be seen."
Naren: "..." Missed both, young man, you have a lot of ideas.
"But for a person like Marshal, even if he gets married, there will be people who want to marry one after another, right?"
Nalen's eyes flashed: "How do you say?"
"Now, don't you all prefer to be a tall, poor and handsome lover, rather than a short and rich partner?"
Nalen: "Really?"
The student just wanted to say of course, but when he thought of the image of the other party's partner, he stopped abruptly, with a bit of vicissitudes in his expression, and a tribute in sadness, and finally let the topic go.
The discussions around him continued, and Nalen felt the resentment and... obsession of the masses towards him.
He really doesn't like being reduced to a talking point and being discussed by everyone, so he resists meaningless public meetings; but in the current situation, even if he doesn't show up, he will still be repeatedly speculated and discussed by countless people.
There is no escaping being a "talking point", and it may even become the biggest and longest-lasting talking point in recent years.
It's not like he really faced public opinion with a mentality of dying...
Thoughts were hidden in the faint green eyes.
The discussion in the auditorium gradually became louder. Sells had already left the venue. Looking at the empty rostrum, Naren also stood up and gathered his clothes.
"Huh? Are you leaving?"
Nalen said: "He has finished his work, I should go too."
"So soon..." He was a little bit reluctant and confused: on the first day of school, didn't the work of the professors just start? Afterwards, there will be a mobilization meeting of each department.
But it's not polite to ask the bottom line. He tried his best to suppress his curiosity: "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Wenton. Nice to meet you."
It really is a young man... so we know each other
With a gentle expression, Nalen patted the young man on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "My name is Nalen."
While speaking, he raised an index finger, put it between his lips, and made a "soft" movement, then slowly bent down, leaned into the student's ear, and said slowly in a gentle tone: "I really should go Yes. Happy start of school."
The sudden approach of the person in front of him made him swallow nervously, and then a tall figure broke into his peripheral vision.
The man who was on the stage not long ago had quietly sneaked into the back row at this moment, pulling away the family members of the conductor who were sitting next to him.
-Alas.
The two disappeared behind the door in an instant, and a conversation was faintly heard.
"Why did the baby come in?"
"Nothing to do in the morning, eat lunch and send me to work."
"..."
"Huh? Is there a problem?"
"Of course not. I don't have anything to do this afternoon, why don't I..."
…
Can skipping work be so casual these days
No, why the more he looked at it, the more he felt that one of them looked like Marshal Sells? Even the sound is similar.
In the distance, Wenton's friends finally calmed down from the discussion and gathered around one after another. Marshal is not the only one who is good-looking these days, and the loss of an unattainable idol does not prevent them from focusing on the high-quality beauties around them.
"How is it? What college is that professor from? What's his name? Oh, he looks really good-looking."
"He was taken away? Who?"
"Which college is it? Could it be the senior?"
…
After a burst of inquiries, the friends became impatient.
"Winton, why don't you speak!"
The hard-working college student who was named had a stiff face, and pointed tremblingly at the door of a certain exit, with a voice that was like a thread.
"He was taken away by the Marshal."
"The marshal has already left the field, you just... wait! What did you say???"
Wen Dun focused his distracted eyes on the nearest partner, and asked sincerely, "Naron...why does this name sound so familiar?"
"..."
They were dumbfounded for a while.
In the next second, the little friends ran out one after another, with strange brilliance on their faces. The last one turned around while running, and yelled at Wen Dun who hadn't reacted angrily: "That's the prince! He's alive!"
Vinton: "Huh?"
…
— Fuck.
The students who were closer craned their necks and looked back.
"what's the situation?"
"I think I heard someone say... Prince?"
"Just say it, anyway, he won't appear in front of us."
Wen Dun stood up abruptly, and shouted to countless students in front of him: "Just now I was sitting next to the prince!!!"
"—side by side" His last words echoed throughout the auditorium, surrounding them for a long time, and the effect was astonishing.
Thousands of pairs of eyes simply blinked, and it took a long time to realize that they couldn't sit still.
On that day, a grand spectacle appeared in the auditorium of the Imperial High School: Countless first-year freshmen rushed out like a tide at a certain moment, ignoring the roaring teacher behind them, they waved their arms, with strange lights shining in their eyes, screaming and screaming. Chasing and playing on campus...
— It’s not so exaggerated, but there are indeed quite a few students who chased them out.
Along the way, I joined senior seniors who didn't know the truth halfway. If no one passed by, I probably thought it was a cult. Several of them raised their terminals in horror and recorded video, which seemed to be used as evidence for reporting.
Too bad it was too late.
The first batch of Wenton friends who rushed out only saw two tall and slender figures, holding hands, and disappeared around the corner in a blink of an eye. After chasing them out, there was nothing left.
Not to mention, the latter batch will catch up.
Looking at the empty space, one of them comforted him.
"Don't get lost, at least we saw it."
"... This is actually better than them."
There is no harm without comparison, and the second group of people who heard the news felt that they had been hit hard.
Several people looked at each other again, and read the same message from their eyes.
"Actually, it's a good match. I'm going to be jealous of the marshal."
"As long as it's not the Mediterranean gang from the command department." Wenton appeared behind them like a ghost, with a deep expression and a little relief. Sneaking in to listen to your partner's lectures is really a very low-key way of life. Prince, lovely, wanted.
Vinton: "I finally found the common ground between myself and the marshal." Little friend: "What?"
Wen Dun said seriously: "The vision of choosing a mate."
"..."
Wake up, if it were you, it would not be called choosing a mate, but a toad wants to eat swan meat!
While talking, a red sports car stopped behind him.
The innocent freshmen stepped sideways to avoid being hit by the car.
The car window rolled down slowly, and Prince Naren Sharvi put his hands on the window sill, raised a few slightly curly hair tails, looked at this group of enthusiastic college students, and said indifferently: "Stop chasing, yours!" The marshal is going back to eat with me now."
"..."
A group of energetic young people stood quietly by the roadside, paying attention. It wasn't until the window was rolled up and the vehicle drifted away that they held their hearts belatedly.
—The impact on appearance is too severe, I feel like I can't breathe!
Sells said: "Although it has been many years since I graduated, I remember that the first grade meeting will be held in the morning... As someone who has been there, I think I should remind them that every meeting of the Imperial High School has attendance points, which are very valuable. .”
Naren asked, "Then why didn't you say anything?"
What responded to him was the marshal's meaningful smile.
Before Naryn was unwilling to show up in person, Sells hid him tightly; now that Naryn has changed his strategy, he will also change accordingly.
The solemn-looking Marshal had already planned in his heart, how to subtly and politely spread dog food to the whole empire when he returned.
Nalen said with a straight face: "After this period, they won't discuss it in the future, right?"
The prince who was reluctant to "show" felt awkward.
Sells cooperated: "Well... probably not."
Even the speaker himself didn't believe this, he turned his head and sighed, vaguely feeling that in the future, his little fans would turn to the wall, and he would create countless pictures of rivals in love out of thin air.
But Naren was truly relieved.
When dealing with other people's obsessions, you still have to satisfy them occasionally, so that you will be let go.
On the second day, the video of the first-year freshman meeting of the Imperial Capital Central College was circulated wildly on the star network.
The location of the video is not the synagogue, but a driveway near the synagogue.
The man with the window rolled down was handsome and noble, not inferior to the former Imperial idol, Marshal Sells.
Immediately afterwards, on Marshal's social platform, strange things began to appear frequently, such as "my dear is cooking for the first time", "I still have to pick my dear to and from get off work today", "my dear is wearing the wrong shirt" …
It only took a short month for everyone to go from uncontrollably excited to gradually numb and finally expressionless.
Princess Shasha, who has been silent for a long time, is active again on StarNet.
"It has been blocked, goodbye, my ignorant dream."
Today's Xingwang is still thriving and full of vigor.