It was the sun that woke him up.
It was exceptionally bright, but it hurt his eyes, so he quickly closed it again when he saw a scorching light.
He frowned, his handsome brows formed a deep line, venting the owner's tiredness at the moment, his consciousness was not clear, and his body was also heavy and dazed.
After the hangover, the moment he woke up, he knew almost nothing.
The three unsolved problems in the world have gained the greatest sense of existence at this moment: who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do.
Oh, at this moment, the General is almost ignorant.
But soon, he gradually began to get used to the light, and the lead poured into his head finally scooped out, and he could barely remember his name, who and where he was, and sounds from outside began to enter his ears intermittently.
In fact, it was quite quiet outside. Compared to yesterday's wild dance, it was quiet and silent today.
Thinking about it, they drank a lot yesterday. He didn't care about it on a whim yesterday. Usually, he seemed to be depressed for too long, and he was very happy last night.
No, as soon as he sat up, he saw from the window that a mecha not far away had been dismantled in half, the head was directly removed, attached to the tail, and the limbs were neatly removed and placed neatly on the ground. On the one hand, live a corpse dismemberment scene, from the original majestic snow lion to a stupid one... I don't know what it is.
The scene was very tragic.
... too presumptuous.
But because tomorrow is a legal holiday, the new members are just an excuse, and he was in the mood to make them make such a fuss.
Today, a group of hangover alcoholics are all powerless and rushing home, and it is impossible to take the initiative to stay and clean up the mess.
Of course, the general's selfishness is also there.
When the old man was happy, he would inevitably want others to be happy too.
The Mecha Division has always been known for its strict military discipline and lawlessness. Most of the people here are the sons of nobles where lunatics and geniuses occupy half of their bodies.
However, under the leadership of General Yan for so many years, most of them usually do not dare to be presumptuous.
He dragged his heavy steps, and a few sporadic fragments quickly came out of his mind, um... He was actually drunk last night, and from memory, it seemed that he was drunk very early.
But it doesn't matter, he has always believed in his self-control, and even if he is drunk, he should be able to maintain a very good demeanor.
Well, the first few images flashed in his mind sporadically. He remembered that he went to the window sill to blow the air when he was drunk. It was absolutely impossible to do anything strange.
Thinking of this, he was still in a very good mood.
"Yo, my lord, you're awake."
He heard Lauren's voice coming from outside the door, nodded, and began to prepare to go out to wash his face.
However, his movements froze.
He stared blankly at the clothes on his body... Well, he remembered that he didn't seem to be wearing such a suit yesterday.
If I remember correctly, this is what Shen Zhifan wore.
… and many more!
How is this going
Several images suddenly appeared in his mind with great difficulty, and he held his forehead with some pain and tried to recall.
Well, yesterday he was blowing the air on the balcony, and then he vaguely saw Shen Zhifan's face.
Did he say something strange here, shouldn't he
He thought about it hesitantly, and had a splitting headache, but he was still puzzled.
No, no, but, but if there was nothing, why would Shen Zhifan's clothes be on him.
Lauren stuck his head out of the door: "Hey lord, what are you doing?"
Lauren doesn't like to go home, and usually everyone will stay on duty when they are on vacation.
Yan Shuo's head was still hurting, his fingers slowly massaged his temples for a while, he hesitated, and looked at him with some guilty conscience: "I didn't do anything strange last night."
"No." Lauren was playing games on the phone and answered cleanly.
Yan Shuo's heart slowly let go.
"You just got up in the middle of the night and dismantled the mecha for a while."
Lauren casually pointed to the Snow Lion S, which was just defined by Yan Shuo as a "tragic sacrifice" outside.
Yan Shuo: "…"
... Besides, he demolished the one outside
Can't.
"But it's nothing," Lauren smiled disapprovingly, "compared to when you want to open a warehouse and activate 'Raphael', and by the way shout to kill 'Ferdinandia', the Snow Lion is not. What is it?"
Yan Shuo: "…"
Yan Shuo looked at Lauren's smiling face, and his thoughts froze.
"After all, you don't have much money to dismantle the mecha," Lauren thought while holding her chin. "Insulting the royal family and murder, um, are usually more severe."
Yan Shuo moved his throat, but was unable to speak.
"Speaking of which, we almost failed to persuade you," Lauren sighed. "Afterwards, everyone was very drunk, and some of them shouted that they wanted to go with you. Fortunately, Mr. Shen and I were still awake. He dissuaded you in time."
Yan Shuo looked at his clothes in silence, and asked with some difficulty, "What's wrong with my clothes?"
Lauren tilted her head and fell into deep thought: "I don't know about this, you were wearing Mr. Shen's clothes when you came out."
Although he said he didn't get an answer, Yan Shuo was unexpectedly relieved.
... because he vaguely felt as if he didn't want to know what really happened.
"I... cough," Yan Shuo tried hard to justify himself, but he was inexplicably guilty, so he could only clear his throat and increase his voice, "I shouldn't have done those things, it's not that you were too drunk to remember that ?"
Lauren couldn't hear the little expectation in the general's mouth that would shatter at the touch of a button.
"No," he continued to answer neatly, "every year everyone is used to dismantling mechas when you are drunk. Oh, I'm afraid that you will be angry. I want to say this. What's the matter, it's not an important thing, everyone has gotten used to it over the years."
Yan Shuo: "…"
Crackling, the general's small expectations were shattered.
He repeated it with difficulty: "... After all these years, everyone has gotten used to it?"
Lauren happily said: "Yes, yes, what is there to dismantle the mecha, you often go out to dismantle when you are drunk, and I always want to dismantle it with you, but I usually don't have a chance, eh? I pray that they are not allowed every time... Sir, your expression doesn't seem right?"
Of course, Lauren would not know that the General is now in doubt about his life.
In his... twenty-nine years of life, he has never questioned his alcohol intake and taste, especially in comparison with Shen Zhifan not long ago.
Now he felt as if he had been drinking fake wine.
"I... Except for dismantling the mecha and going to activate 'Raphael'," he recounted the fact that he couldn't believe it with great difficulty, "I didn't do other strange things, such as... to Mr. Shen ?"
These things are just a little... a little bit of what he usually wants to do or not do, and the more important thing is not these.
"No."
Lauren continued to laugh happily, fiddling with his game console.
The General continued to breathe a sigh of relief, and took a sip of the hangover soup next to him.
"It was Mr. Shen who stopped you when you were going to activate Raphael later," Lauren paused, resting her cheeks and thinking again, "then you hugged and kissed Mr. Shen for a while, and then in front of Our face said we were going to marry him, well, nothing else seems to matter."
The General's throat trembled and he almost spat out the hangover soup.
"It's okay, we're used to this... oh no," Lauren shook her eyebrows. "We're not used to this. You didn't tell us you wanted to marry us before."
The illustrious, unsmiling, self-disciplined general seems to be going crazy now.
"My lord, your face is really bad. You shouldn't be worried about these things, right?" Lauren glanced curiously, "Hahahahaha it's okay, anyway, everyone knows that your wine is super bad."
—Anyway, everyone knows that you, the wine, are super bad, ah.
very good.
Another crackling.
The general's self-confidence over the years was shattered in one fell swoop.
"Snapped."
He silently glanced at the poor sobering soup cup that was crushed by his fingers. His fingers were very stiff, and his brain was basically in a state of overload and stagnation.
"Don't you know it before?" Lauren didn't understand what it meant to add fuel to the fire, "It shouldn't be, oh, it sounds like everyone told you not to tell you every time, and every time they sent someone to clean up early. , but everyone was drunk yesterday, and now there are still a lot of people who haven't gotten up, it seems that they are praying that there is something at home to go back soon."
Lord General stretched out his hands on both sides of the table, and his brain continued to freeze.
I don't know if it was because of the hangover soup or Lauren's description was too realistic, but he actually recalled some sporadic pictures of dismantling the mecha.
The picture is very... unforgettable.
God knew that he had always thought that these pictures were just, dreaming, and, already.
Lauren passed the level with a smile, stretched out and continued to attack the general: "Wow, this mecha is so handsome, ah, by the way, why did you have to kill Ferdinand last night?"
Of course he didn't know that in the heart of the general, His Royal Highness Ferdinandia has always been between a damn and a very damn, usually the latter is more, for two reasons.
1. Cooperating with the enemy and betraying the country (what Olivia said, it is basically confirmed, and evidence is still being collected).
2. Rivals in love (there has always been a high possibility).
And given Lauren's IQ at some point, he certainly couldn't tell Lauren about Ferdinandia's suspicions, even if he was drunk.
"So did His Highness Ferdinandia really take away your sweetheart as you said?" Lauren unknowingly shattered the last self-esteem of the General, "It's a grievance to say, I have to hold Mr. Shen in his arms. You are willing to come back to sleep."
… very good.
The General's hands supporting the table were almost unstoppable.
Still, it wasn't the last blow.
"Oh, Mr. Shen is also awake, good afternoon," Lauren beckoned to the outside, "Our adults are also awake, come here, you don't seem to remember last night, hahaha, you can also chat with adults about yesterday. It's late!"
Lord General looked up at Lauren faintly.
Very, very wanted to stab him to death.