The night of Nan Zhuxing came quietly. After finishing the communication with Yu Xinlan, Meng Jinhuai, who had planned to leave, sat back on the office chair again. Although there are still some differences in essence, today Meng Jinhuai, an interstellar male god, finally feels what it means to be... being dumped.
… is not very cool indeed.
The temperature in Nanzhuxing has not been high recently, but when he was working just now, the windows in Meng Jinhuai's office were still half lowered as usual. Now that at night, the temperature outside dropped a few degrees, and while Meng Jinhuai was sitting here thinking, a gust of cold wind poured in through the gap between the windows.
In this situation, there is indeed some inexplicable desolation.
After thinking for a while, Lord Marshal turned on his brain again, and then sent a message to his subordinates—sending himself the documents assigned to tomorrow in advance.
That's right, after working diligently for many years, the Marshal has the will for the first time to give himself a holiday.
While Meng Jinhuai was working overtime to handle the next day's work, Duan Hengye did not relax.
Since sending the prepared divorce agreement to Meng Jinhuai, Duan Hengye couldn't help but get nervous. Although he knew that the other party was always very busy with his work, he might not be able to receive the messages he sent in time, but every time a new message was sent, Duan Hengye couldn't help but get nervous, and then opened it immediately.
Time passed by, and Duan Hengye didn't even eat dinner in order to wait for a reply.
While waiting, in order to divert his nervousness, Duan Hengye also opened the backstage of An Luo University and answered all the recent backlog of questions in one go.
Looking at the information box that had been cleaned up now, Duan Hengye couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his eyes, then slowly leaned back on the soft chair back. And just when he thought that Meng Jinhuai was busy with work today and probably wouldn't reply to him, he finally received a new message on his brain.
"system hint:
Your divorce petition has been denied. "
"… "
After seeing the news, Duan Hengye was silent.
Why is Meng Jinhuai's response different from his own imagination
During the period after the news was sent, Duan Hengye assumed countless possibilities in his heart. Among them, Meng Jinhuai readily agreed, and the other party wanted to exchange their own resources or sign a detailed cooperation agreement. All in all, in his imagination, there is absolutely no possibility for the system to directly reject the application.
Meng Jinhuai's response was too bland, right? Just like what he rejected was not a divorce application, but just a trivia on Nanzhuxing.
Duan Hengye finally found out now that Meng Jinhuai likes to change the topic like this, or use a reply method that reduces the big issues to the small ones. And myself... but there is really no way to deal with it.
And just when Duan Hengye was the most depressed, Meng Jinhuai's private account finally sent him a message.
The other party said: "We will talk about it tomorrow morning."
…
At six o'clock in the morning, Nanzhuxing standard time, Duan Hengye sat up from the bed on time. Probably because he received Meng Jinhuai's reply last night, Duan Hengye slept so soundly for the first time recently. When he went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, he found that his hairstyle was messed up...
In any case, Duan Hengye is still a person who pays attention to his image, and since there are important things to talk about today, he must be more formal. After seeing his own appearance in the mirror, he quickly took advantage of this time to clean up.
Duan Hengye always got up very early, and it was not even seven o'clock today when he packed up. However, after Duan Hengye tidyed up and walked out of the bedroom, he found that Meng Jinhuai had been waiting at the door at some point.
Unlike Duan Hengye, who was dressed very formally for business affairs, Meng Jinhuai, who was standing outside the door, wore a black turtleneck sweater and looked very casual. After the two stand together, the style of painting is really incompatible.
Seeing Duan Hengye go out, Meng Jinhuai smiled at him and said, "You don't need to be so formal, just change your clothes." As soon as he finished speaking, the marshal reopened the bedroom door and walked in with Duan Hengye.
The clothes in the bedroom wardrobe are taken care of by special robots, and the worst is the high-end clothing of Interstellar luxury brands. Duan Hengye didn't pay attention to the clothes just now because he had been thinking about things. After reopening the wardrobe door this time, Meng Jinhuai didn't ask Duan Hengye to choose by himself, but directly took out a thick beige coat for him.
"Put it on, it's cold outside." Meng Jinhuai handed it to Duan Hengye very naturally.
cold outside? After hearing these three words, Duan Hengye couldn't help but wonder. If he understood correctly, what Meng Jinhuai meant was that he wanted to go outside with himself for a while? Although he was a little puzzled, Duan Hengye did not ask the question in the end. He listened to Meng Jinhuai's words and directly replaced the black suit with this coat.
"Going to the study?" Duan Hengye turned to look at Meng Jinhuai and asked solemnly, but after hearing his words, Meng Jinhuai shook his head gently and said, "No, have breakfast first."
…
When did the marshal become so long-winded
After hearing these words, although Duan Hengye kept complaining about the other party in his heart, he finally walked to the restaurant on this floor with Meng Jinhuai. Speaking of which, the last time the two of them sat here together was the time Duan Hengye was discovered making a late-night snack by himself.
There were so many things that happened recently, so much that Duan Hengye almost forgot the episode that happened that night. But after sitting down, seeing the familiar layout of the restaurant, the events of that night flooded back into his mind in an instant, and then aggravated Duan Hengye's embarrassment.
But it seemed that Meng Jinhuai didn't notice this.
After the two of them sat down, the robot from the Marshal's Mansion came over with the breakfast already made. Contrary to what outsiders imagined, the Marshal's Mansion, the real center of power in the Yetian Empire, in their eyes, does not have the luxury of meals. Although there are many styles of meals on the table at this time, the ingredients and processing methods used are not uncommon.
Duan Hengye hadn't eaten well recently. Because of something in his heart, he didn't have much appetite when he looked at the food on the table.
Just as Professor Duan was sitting absent-mindedly thinking about things, Meng Jinhuai picked up a cup of coffee that had just been brewed. After taking a sip, he gently put the coffee down, then sat up straight and said to Duan Hengye: "Yesterday's application..."
finally! Hearing the key point, Duan Hengye immediately cheered up, and he was waiting for the other party's next words.
"Yesterday's application was rejected by me." The Marshal said such a nonsense very frankly. After hearing his words, Duan Hengye, who has always been patient, couldn't help it. Duan Hengye took a deep breath, then bit his lip and stared into each other's eyes, saying almost word by word, "You know I'm an undercover agent."
The identity of "undercover" was like a huge time bomb to Duan Hengye.
It is no exaggeration to say that most of what Duan Hengye has done has revolved around this identity since he traveled into "Dumping the Stars". And in countless late nights, he also had nightmares about this identity again and again.
Duan Hengye had never imagined that one day he would confess this matter to Meng Jinhuai himself.
But after saying these words, Duan Hengye found that regardless of the other party's reaction, his spirit actually relaxed a lot, as if a heavy iron shackle was finally untied.
If it was put in a film and television drama, after Duan Hengye's topic introduction fell, the BGM with a strange and heavy atmosphere should have sounded.
But this is not the case.
Hearing Duan Hengye's words, Meng Jinhuai did not speak. On the contrary, he picked up the knife and fork in his hand with a relaxed and calm face, and began to eat breakfast naturally...
Wait, is the undercover confession so unimportant
After seeing Meng Jinhuai's reaction, Duan Hengye couldn't help but begin to doubt his life. He was silent for a while and then decided - another strong dose.
Duan Hengye let out a sigh of relief, and then said to Meng Jinhuai, "You know, I used to move hands and feet on your mecha, I..." Meng Jinhuai's reaction was too bland, and when faced with such a major event, the other party would The more indifferent the reaction, the more tormenting.
The current Duan Hengye is acting like a prisoner who cannot accept a confession - obviously there is no severe torture in front of him.
Just when Duan Hengye thought about it, and said the words "I almost killed you", Meng Jinhuai finally put down the knife and fork. He gracefully picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then said to Duan Hengye, "I also know that you have touched my mecha more than once. You saved me."
"… "
Duan Hengye did not expect that Meng Jinhuai had discovered the last remote system upgrade. The instinct of a mecha researcher instantly brought Duan Hengye's thoughts to his professional field - Meng Jinhuai's mental power is indeed powerful, and his perception of mechas is unique in the universe.
But now is not the time to think about that!
After listening to Meng Jinhuai's words just now, Duan Hengye's mood became more and more tangled. Since Meng Jinhuai had said so, he naturally couldn't say to the other party, "Did you know that I once wanted to kill you?" Similar words. After all, this sentence does sound like a suicide attempt.
Before waiting for Duan Hengye to say anything, Meng Jinhuai continued to drop a bomb with a calm expression, "The results of the last physical examination have come out, many special toxins have been deposited in your body, and they were sent to LDK-300 for research. The drugs in question can temporarily stop the poisoning. I think the poison should come from a control drug that has been taken or injected for many years... "
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Duan Hengye's teeth lightly bit the flesh on the inside of his lips. It wasn't until he tasted a trace of blood that Duan Hengye finally let him go.
Duan Hengye never thought that, before he could speak, the Marshal Lord actually explained the reasons he had prepared earlier.
... Although it's all true, it's too considerate to assist in dumping the blame, isn't it
There was silence at the dining table for a long time, and Meng Jinhuai, who was sitting opposite, had been paying attention to Duan Hengye's reaction. I saw that the other party was silent and tangled at first, but after a while, he seemed to have figured out something, and his eyes suddenly took on a bit of... moving and admiration.
Moved and adored
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words just now, Duan Hengye, who struggled for a while, finally came to his own conclusion - after the Tizexing incident and the last battle, the marshal had completely regarded him as his own. In this case, in order to ensure follow-up cooperation and live up to this trust, I must not destroy the atmosphere!
"...Don't worry, Master Marshal, I will definitely give you a suitable answer in the future." He even changed his name directly.
It was the first time Meng Jinhuai heard his spouse make such an emotional statement after they had known each other for so long. But the emotional direction in the speech seems to be different from what I imagined. At this time, Duan Hengye looked like a subordinate who was showing his loyalty to himself... not his spouse.
Although he felt the fact that the two had completely different priorities, after seeing the light in Duan Hengye's eyes, Meng Jinhuai's heart could not help but relax.
There was one thing he didn't tell Duan Hengye just now—although the toxins deposited in the body were very complex and extremely difficult to analyze, the testing agency discovered a special chemical substance from it. It specifically targets a certain area of the brain, and when the amount of deposition reaches a certain level, the brain's ability to perceive emotions will decline. Then, the user will change his temperament and become a completely "indifferent" person.
This is the usual auxiliary brainwashing method of the royal family.
In other words, after seeing the gradually increasing content in Duan Hengye's eyes, Meng Jinhuai was also convinced that the substance in his body was slowly decreasing.
Duan Hengye didn't know what Meng Jinhuai was thinking, he only saw the other party smiled at him, and then said, "Let's have breakfast, and go outside in a while."
After expressing their loyalty, the atmosphere between the two finally relaxed.
Hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Duan Hengye also naturally cast a doubtful look at him. Seeing this, Meng Jinhuai said very casually: "There is nothing in the military today. If you want, you can come and have a look on my mecha."
Meng Jinhuai's mecha!
After hearing these words, Duan Hengye suddenly became excited.
All the active mechas in Ye Tian Empire came from the Imperial Mecha Research Institute. As far as advanced mechas are concerned, as the place where they are designed and manufactured, the research institute not only has detailed data on all mechas, but even their replicas—except for Meng Jinhuai's.
It is the only mecha that bears the word "unique" in the interstellar space today.
When he used the simulation data to study the mecha and remotely update the system for it, Duan Hengye had the idea of wanting to really get in touch with this mecha more than once. But no matter how much he thought about it, Duan Hengye never mentioned this to the other party.
After all, Meng Jinhuai knew that he was an undercover agent, and suddenly he asked to go to the opponent's mecha to see it, and he would definitely be suspicious, which would then lead to unnecessary trouble.
But now it is different, he has confessed his identity, and the Marshal has also taken the initiative to issue this invitation.
Almost at the moment Meng Jinhuai's voice fell, Duan Hengye nodded impatiently, and then said, "Okay!"
After hearing his answer, Meng Jinhuai nodded. He looked at the almost untouched breakfast on the table and said to Duan Hengye, "Then let's go after breakfast."
Although Nanzhuxing is very large, it also has a sizable resident population. When the military area was originally designed, there was no encirclement like the royal family did in the capital star. Instead, a few areas are reasonably drawn, and precise and reasonable layout is done.
For example, as a marshal, Meng Jinhuai does not have a private mecha dock, but uses several public docking areas like everyone in the military.
Although the military has entered a semi-vacation mode in recent days, the soldiers are still conducting routine training. After eating breakfast, Meng Jinhuai went back and changed into military uniforms. By the time they officially set off, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, which was the busiest time for training in the morning.
The soldiers who were training on the largest landing pad on Nanzhuxing would not have thought that the Marshal was slowly approaching him.
A small silver levitator appeared above the landing pad, and those who were familiar with it knew that a similar type of levitator came from within the military. Seeing the hovercraft, all the soldiers who had not yet boarded the mecha stood on the spot, and then they all stood at attention in the direction where it landed and saluted.
They guessed that the person inside the hoverboard should be a military officer in charge of daily training.
This parking area is very large. From the perspective of Duan Hengye, who is in mid-air, I can see a group of soldiers in uniform turning around in unison, and then doing a simultaneous action. The picture is really It's shocking...
The hovercraft landed very fast, but it landed steadily on the ground in an instant.
Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding soldiers, the silver-white hatch of the levitator slowly opened. Then everyone saw that a man in a black military uniform walked down from the suspension. He stood by the door of the suspension and also gave a military salute to the surroundings.
I didn't expect... The person inside this hovering device turned out to be Lord Marshal!
At this time, most of the people who were training on this tarmac were grassroots soldiers of the military. Although they were both members of the Nan Zhuxing Marshal's Mansion, they had never seen Meng Jinhuai in person.
Although he was well trained and used to seeing the big scenes of war and life and death, the moment he saw Meng Jinhuai, the people around him stayed in place nervously.
After feeling the tense atmosphere around him, Meng Jinhuai, who was at work, gave them a very rare smile, and then nodded lightly.
It was at this moment that Duan Hengye came out of the hovercraft. Unlike Meng Jinhuai, Professor Duan, who had no military rank, was still wearing the thick white coat that morning. The weak texture and the color of the military department on Meng Jinhuai's body are diametrically opposed, and in the eyes of the people around, Duan Hengye's body has a soft temperament that is diametrically opposed to the mecha landing pad.
Facing the gazes of so many people, Duan Hengye was a little uncomfortable, but his face was always calm. After getting out of the suspension completely, Duan Hengye also greeted the people around him.
This... This is not a dream.
Lord Marshal actually came to the Mecha Dock with Professor Duan
The soldiers of the empire regarded mechas as very sacred. If the "idlers" who appeared here today were anyone other than Duan Hengye, everyone might not have such excitement. But he is Duan Hengye!
Although he is not a member of the military, Duan Hengye, who is the designer of the mecha they are driving, also has a particularly sacred position in the hearts of this group of soldiers.
The two idols played at the same time, and the lethality was not ordinary.
Until the silver suspension automatically drove away, the people around were still staring at Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai with admiration. But staring at them, I found out... The Marshal-sama didn't seem to have come to inspect the work as he imagined.
After the hovercraft flew away, Meng Jinhuai walked over to Duan Hengye's ear and said something, then he turned to face the open space beside him.
What is Meng Jinhuai doing? The onlookers suddenly wondered.
After a while, someone closer to Meng Jinhuai finally discovered his purpose. The Marshal took out a small seal... Although the appearance of the seal was not exaggerated at all, those with sharp eyes immediately recognized that it was the key to Meng Jinhuai's mecha!
Meng Jinhuai gently threw the stamp into the sky, and then, under the gazes of everyone, a huge silver mecha that looked like a tall building appeared in front of them! Like a tall building rising from the ground. No soldier does not recognize this mecha, and it has even been in war after war. This mecha, which is always at the forefront of the distance, has become a sacred totem-like existence in their hearts.
Compared to seeing Meng Jinhuai with his own eyes, such a close encounter with this mecha was even more unexpected.
Although I already knew that this mecha was huge, when I saw it with my own eyes, the people around me couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Fear is a normal physiological response to being looked down upon by a mountain-like object.
Although Duan Hengye had just observed this mecha at close range a few days ago, he was still shocked by it at this time. Seeing Duan Hengye's nervous appearance, Meng Jinhuai patted the other side gently, "Let's go." He turned around and said to Duan Hengye.
A small suspension device fell from the side of the mecha cockpit. Under everyone's attention, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai waited for this legendary interstellar mecha. The silver-white hatch was getting closer and closer. After the suspension was connected to the hatch, Meng Jinhuai took the lead and walked out.
After standing still, Meng Jinhuai turned around and made an inviting gesture towards Duan Hengye, then raised his head and said, "Welcome, you are its second owner."
Every mech pilot regards his mech as his life. As a mecha developer, Duan Hengye understood what kind of trust was behind these words.
Unable to help, Duan Hengye slowly smiled at Meng Jinhuai, and then walked into the cockpit of the mecha.
Because he was used to facial paralysis, Duan Hengye actually didn't know what this smile looked like to the other party. In order not to look weird, or to be a little timid, Duan Hengye strode past Meng Jinhuai.
At the moment they passed by, he didn't see the other's expression.
Surprise and joy—like a child who accidentally pulls out candy from a cupboard.