"I'm not going." Without any hesitation, Lin Han blurted out.

"Why?!" Although he knew that Lin Han would probably refuse, Shen Xiunan couldn't help but get excited.

"I don't want to go, it's boring." He never liked this kind of occasion. A group of people respectfully respected Xu and Wei Snake. Except for making noise and wasting time, there was no meaning.

Lin Han raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of his neck, which was a little sore: "Otherwise, one of you will go for me."

After all, the driver's seat is not a suitable place to sleep, and it is still a little uncomfortable to stay overnight.

Lin Han rubbed his eyes, and a few long and thick black eyelashes rubbed against his fingers. He unconsciously stopped his gaze on them for a few seconds, and he was in a trance like a low blood sugar, and he almost couldn't stand.

Shen Xiunan is still gnashing his teeth: "Only you go! Only you go! Although your name is not written on it, but the most core designer in the invited courtyard is named, who else could it be?"

Hearing what the other party said, Lin Han recalled the cold and arrogant voice last night for no reason.

He walked over to the cabin door to receive the invitation, and it really said so.

"We sincerely invite the outstanding designers at the core of the Mecha Research Institute..." Lin Han read out every word.

"That's right, that's what you are."

However, this invitation did not affect his refusal: "Don't go."

Shen Xiunan was about to knelt down to him: "Do you know how many people want to meet the general! Every time he triumphs, he is very low-key, and he finally had a celebration banquet, and he didn't invite too many people. This opportunity is a rare opportunity... Don't stop talking! You can at least open it and take a look!"

Lin Han Yiyan opened the delicate envelope sealed with varnish, and took out the letter paper with a faint scent of ink inside.

"I hope you appreciate the glory and come to celebrate the triumph together."

This line of words was printed, and Lin Han looked down and saw a short handwritten signature, congratulations.

The black handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and the last stroke was slightly blurred, out of focus into a small dot in Lin Han's still awake vision.

Lin Han looked up at Shen Xiunan and put the letter away again.

The originally firm idea was slightly shaken, and he asked, "Is it the general's invitation?"

Shen Xiunan was still immersed in the sadness that he couldn't go if he wanted to, and the only person who could go was still constantly rejecting you, muttering: "You can't explain it if you don't go, His Majesty the Emperor is also... Wait, yes! It was invited by the general himself!"

Lin Han gently rubbed the paper edge of the square envelope with the pulp of his index finger, the fine itch came through the glove, and his movements were leisurely and relaxed.

Shen Xiunan said: "I promise! When I came to work, the admiral's adjutant personally handed it to me, with a very good attitude, saying that their general invited you sincerely..."

"Oh." Lin Han bent the corner of his mouth, nodded, and responded briefly.

He put the envelope on the driver's seat on which he had slept all night, walked out of the cabin door, went up the elevator with Shen Xiunan, and steered it back to the ground.

Shen Xiunan was a little confused by him: "Lin Han, where are you going... No, you really have to go! Otherwise, I can't explain it!"

Lin Han got down from the elevator: "Wash up and grab the nutrient supplement by the way. I don't have the strength."

"...You take nutritional supplements as meals? Didn't you take one a day before? Why does it feel like three meals a day now?"

Lin Han looked back and blinked at Shen Xiunan: "If the nutritional supplements can be eaten, it seems that there is nothing wrong."

Just as the other party was about to say something, Lin Han paused for a second, waved his hand, and finally answered Shen Xiunan's question: "Go."

After Lin Han sorted out his clothes, prescribed a nutritional supplement to replenish some physical strength, and asked a colleague who had just come to work for other data of m2742, he returned to the repair room.

The envelope just now lay quietly on the driver's seat, Lin Han's eyes stayed on it for a moment, and finally put it away and continued to work.

He didn't even want to agree on a whim.

The cockpit has been re-cleaned, the oil and the smell of blood have faded, and the data box has been put back in.

But the mecha's right arm was still missing, a piece missing, telling Lin Han what happened.

He has never been interested in things other than mechas, and the reason why he agreed is also related to mechas - he is a little curious, such people don't mention all dangers, as if they just accidentally smashed a small piece Nail pieces.

What kind of person is he? How is his injury?

Empire A District, Serna Manor.

This is a manor specially given to the youngest general in the empire by His Majesty the Emperor, with specially approved servants, and the only exclusive mecha berth in the entire empire.

The manor covers a large area and has been well taken care of in all aspects, and the most attractive is the endless, warm and vast purple tulip flower field that stretches from the gate of the manor.

It is not yet the flowering season, and the tulips in the flower fields are still spewing green new leaves. Although they are not grand, they are still thriving.

When entering the manor, a young soldier in civilian clothes was pacing back and forth in the corridor with a helpless expression on his face.

The man glanced at the time, and finally sighed, accelerated his pace, and came to the innermost room on the first floor.

He stopped for a moment and knocked on the door: "General—"

No one responded.

He didn't give up, and continued to knock twice: "General, it's time to go out—"

After a while, a voice came from the room: "Come in."

The young man said "hey", pushed open the door, and saw the man inside who was still wearing his normal clothes, with a painful expression: "The time is up, why don't you change your clothes. This is your celebration feast anyway."

Although he spoke with honorifics, he could still see that he was not very afraid of the man in front of him, and could even be said to be familiar with him.

"Lu Anhe." The man standing by the window didn't look back and called the young man's name, "Have you sent the invitation letter?"

Lu Anhe glanced at him: "Give it, I personally delivered it to the research institute today."

"Yeah." The man seemed satisfied, and his tone softened, "Remember to explain your purpose in it."

"..." Lu Anhe twitched the corners of his mouth, "No, I wrote a polite sentence and asked him to come over."

He Yunting was silent for a moment: "Why don't you write as I said."

Lu Anhe whispered to He Yunting's back: "If you really write the invitation letter as you said, the other party will not come..."

Lu Anhe didn't forget the original words of his leader, "Please make sure to repair the m2742 mecha well, and there can be no mistakes. I invited you this time to explain the particularity of this mecha to you."

He couldn't help but slander at that time, you are like an order, who wants to come.

But he had been with He Yunting for too long, and he knew that it was useless to talk about it. Finally, Lu Anhe asked He Yunting to sign it, and he re-drafted a normal invitation letter.

He Yunting's slender figure paused for a moment, but he still stood in front of the window, not knowing whether he heard it clearly or not.

His eyes fell on the tulip field outside the window, which had not yet bloomed. Lu Anhe was accustomed to it, and the general always seemed to like to stare at the flower field in a daze.

"M2742 is a two-person mecha, and the best mecha master must be hired to repair it." He Yunting said.

There was silence between the two for a while, and he continued to ask, "What's the name of that mechanic?"

Lu Anhe was stunned for a moment, then answered truthfully, "Lin Han."

"Seniority?"

"Core mecha division."

"age?"

"26."

"..." He Yunting pursed his lips when he heard the number, "So young?"

Knowing that this person must be doubting whether the other party can repair his mecha, Lu Anhe quickly said, "But I'm guaranteed to be the best mecha master. Don't worry, General, it's not as good as him, really. "

"Oh." The other party responded with a syllable coldly.

Lu Anhe doesn't have time to tell him this now, let alone explain why the core mecha master is not an old man, and he doesn't even bother to use honorifics: "I really don't have time, Boss! The aircraft is parked outside, waiting for you to replace it. Clothes, I know you don't like this kind of occasion, but His Majesty the Emperor wants to go there anyway..."

The other party frowned, and then nodded: "Okay."

Because it was organized by the emperor himself, the location of the celebration banquet was chosen in the palace.

Lin Han was still busy all day. When he put down his work, it was getting late. He didn't have time to go back to change his clothes, so he simply arrived at the scene wearing the uniform of the research institute.

There were already many people in the main hall, most of them famous people, from the royal family to cabinet officials, as well as some celebrities who only appeared on ai TV.

The celebration feast has not yet started, and the emperor has not come. People exchanged warm greetings and staggered.

Lin Han regretted coming to this place for the fifth time.

He doesn't like unnecessary communication, not to mention that everyone, including the admiral, doesn't know a single one.

The atmosphere was very good. Many people covered their faces with their hands and discussed something in a low voice, probably related to the victory of the general.

He still wore white gloves, looked at the delicate and delicious food in front of him, and began to regret it for the sixth time.

Just as he was about to regret another round, he suddenly heard a commotion from the crowd - exclamations and admiration came one after another.

"The Admiral is here!"

Someone shouted excitedly in the gradually quiet atmosphere.

Lin Han finally raised his head and looked at the intersection of people's eyes.

The man is tall and tall, wearing a full set of smooth-lined, well-tailored pale blue military uniforms, with fringed epaulets hanging down on both sides, the sash goes around the right shoulder full of medals, and the gold-edged line on the shirt collar can be seen. The over-the-knee military boots wrap around the slender legs, and the wide cloak that drags the ground further accentuates the majesty and dignity of the owner, who is not angered and has a great demeanor.

On the other hand, the man's face was stern, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, his facial features were deep, and the lines on his face were as handsome as sculptures. The brim of his hat covered his blue eyes, casting a shadow.

Next to him was a young man, also in military uniform, who seemed to be his most capable adjutant, Lu Anhe.

Everyone was still amazed when they saw the man turned his head slightly and said something to the adjutant beside him.

Lin Han only saw the thin and cold lines of the man's lips move, and Lu Anhe nodded to He Yunting and walked towards the people.

Lin Han looked at the admiral who was standing not far away, and thought to himself, it seems that the injury is not too serious.

He didn't have any other thoughts, and the adjutant beside the general just now stood in front of him, squinting and smiling kindly at him.

"Lin Han, right?" Lu Anhe said in a hearty voice, "The general is looking for you."

Lin Han was stunned for a moment: "Me?"

"please follow me."

Probably Lu Anhe's first impression of Lin Han was not bad, he stood up in the envious eyes of the people around him, and walked towards the imperial blade.

The crystal lamps in the main hall were shining brightly, and Lin Han followed Lu Anhe and walked to He Yunting step by step.

Lu Anhe made a "please" gesture to him, Lin Han raised his head and looked at him up close for the first time.

He Yunting's short silver hair that was different from ordinary people was covered by a military cap. His brows were high, angular, and his eye sockets were deep. His expression was cold, but it always gave people the illusion of affection.

"Admiral is good." He had the usual gentle smile on his face, and he didn't have too much excitement, "Are you looking for me?"

He Yunting stood there, and the two were silent for a moment.

Lu Anhe looked at Lin Han and then at his boss who said nothing, wanting to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Yes, yes, the general is looking for you because..."

Before he could speak, he saw He Yunting's cloak moved and reached out to the young man in white uniform.

Lin Han smiled, ready to politely shake hands with the general.

"That..." Lu Anhe said suddenly, looking at Lin Han's white gloves.

"Sorry." Lin Han paused, "Personal habit."

After all, he is an admiral of the empire, so he can't shake hands with others while wearing gloves.

But he also had no intention of reading the general's mind.

Lu Anhe was still looking at him.

Lin Han froze for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the admired celebrities around him, all of them looking here intentionally or unintentionally.

That's it. Just shake hands.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took off his gloves and stretched out his hand again.

He Yunting was silent.

The other party's handsome and innocent face was like a god, and his eyes fell lightly, looking at him.

Lin Han looked at his blue pupils and suddenly thought of the starry sky of the empire he had looked up at the night before.

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Maybe the stars are not static.

For no reason, Lin Han thought so.

Lin Han's fingers were slender and good-looking, they placed them on He Yunting's hand politely and restrainedly, and brushed their thumbs across the other's palm.

"Hello."

He took the initiative to speak.

Lin Han's physique has not been very good, and his fingertips are cold.

The other party's palm was very warm, and the moment he touched the other party, Lin Han's fingertips felt a soft warmth that did not match the cold and hard appearance of the other party.

He Yunting still didn't speak, his thin lips were pressed into a line, indifferent and arrogant, but it was no different from what he thought a day ago.

Although Lin Han had a polite smile on his face, his eyelashes drooped inadvertently. He knew that he was about to hear those heart sounds that he had unintentionally heard.

The admiral's voice was not the same as what Lin Han heard in the data box before, but it still had a chill. Without the interference of those electric noises, the chill was purer.

So this cold voice appeared in his ears at the moment when the two of them clasped their hands——

【It smells good.】

[It's hard.】

[Want to mark.】

Lin Han: "?"

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