Chapter 1 Graduation (1)

Half-dreaming and half-awake, he smelled the wind in the midsummer morning.

sand……

The wind smells of moist grass.

Jiang Jianming's consciousness was hazy, he thought: Where am I?

The pale sun disturbed the pale green color, the light particles leaked from the branches and leaves outside, and the birds chirped softly in the distance.

The young cadet was lying on a reading table by the window of the Aslan National Library, sleeping lightly, with his right hand on the open page, and a quiet white light surrounded him.

A slender hand reached out and stroked his black hair.

Jiang Jianming's eyelids moved, and it took a long time to open his eyes. A slender figure stood in front of him against the light, with white-blond curly hair as soft as silk, full of brilliance.

The figure lowered his head slightly, his curly hair was scattered, and a pair of beautiful and clear eyes were faintly revealed in the backlight, like an emerald ice lake in winter in a fairy tale.

That finger slid down, and the four fingertips caressed Jiang Jianming's cheek gently and fondly.

Jiang Jianming was still lying on the table, with his head half-opened, a strand of hair hanging in front of his right eyes, "...Lian."

He called out the name and was silent for a moment.

Looking down, he saw the book under his right hand. It was a newly published collection of poems, with a page that read:

A mournful wind blows from north to south. >

The blond and green-eyed prince leaned over and tucked his hair behind his ears for him. The lips seemed to say something softly, but no sound came out.

The shadow cast by the prince shifted with his movements, and the light and shadow were intertwined on the snow-white paper of the poetry book, as if day and night were rotating on the printed black letters.

"The funeral bell rang early in the morning.

Elegy is sung in the dark night.

At dusk, beside the highest cliff,

Withered a reckless golden rose. >

Katar, Katar... In the huge Aslan National Library, the second hand of the ancient earth standard wall clock chimed softly.

There are countless rows of lacquered wood bookshelves on all sides with old paper books on them, but no one else.

"Lean."

Jiang Jianming called out again and sighed.

Then he raised his head and said calmly: "Little Highness, as I said, the dead will not come to my dreams again."

Click!

The peaceful and bright dream suddenly broke from it, and the crack just split the young and handsome crown prince in half.

The bookshelves not far away, the glass windows and branches nearby, the reading table in front of him and the open book of poetry all turned into fragments and died in a dream.

Only the printed font was like a black butterfly chasing light, fluttering off the white paper, and the last two lines of the mourning poem gradually disappeared in mid-air:

"Don't cry, when the eternal sun falls

I saw the heroic soul turn into a pure white bird and fly to the nest of the sea of ​​​​stars.”

"If you really want to dream," Jiang Jianming pushed aside the dissipated poetry collection, slowly straightened his upper body and crossed his fingers, his eyes seemed sincere, "You should go for a walk in the dream of old Marshal Chen Hanke, and hurry up and tell the superiors and The royal family, where are the bones of their highness the crown prince—"

In front of him, Prince Le'an's figure was shattering little by little. Jiang Jianming looked at it without sadness or joy, and said to himself:

"But Ryan, I actually doubt that you still have bones? Three years have passed, have you been eaten by vultures and jackals?"

Whoa... With such harsh words as it is unbearable, the figure in front of me completely collapsed.

Jiang Jianming closed his eyes. The next moment, his feet also cracked open, and his consciousness roared and fell.

In an instant, the darkness is over—

...

- He opened his eyes slowly.

What catches the eye is the dark blue building of the First Academy of Kaios Imperial Military Academy, the glass reflects beautiful colors in the sun.

"Hey..." Jiang Jianming had a splitting headache, he raised his hand to hold one side of his temple, and slowly supported himself to sit up straight from the bench.

He held his forehead dazedly and said to himself, "Are there also vultures and jackals on the far interstellar battlefield? ... No, no."

After getting rid of the dream, the five senses returned to the cage. The sun in the early autumn afternoon was still a little hot, but when the wind blew, it was very cool. Not far away, the clamor, laughter and fast footsteps of the young students came through the shade of the trees beside them.

Graduation season in the military is always exciting, at least for most people.

Jiang Jianming stood up, patted the crumpled cyan-blue officer's uniform, and his eyes fell on the report card in his hand.

About an hour ago, he finished getting the paper transcripts for his last class, then found a place to catch up on sleep... and then, had a not-so-pleasant dream.

Jiang Jianming glanced at the first page, tore off his name, crumpled up the whole stack of transcripts, and threw them into the white trash can.

...this thing is of no use to him.

He turned out of the shade, ready to go back to the dormitory. As a result, after only taking two steps, he was hit hard by a figure rushing over from the side.

A strange wave followed, and all the internal organs in the body were aroused by a dull pain, Jiang Jianming stumbled two steps.

"Grass!" The person who bumped into the person screamed, "Can... crippling human beings!?"

Jiang Jianming supported the tree to stand firm, and glanced back.

In front of him were two military cadets. The one who bumped into him was brown-haired, followed by a blond companion. The two young people were all panicked.

Under the sunlight, the right hand of the two of them was covered with a layer of crystal-like substance, like the giant claws of a beast, and this was also the source of the wave that made him uncomfortable.

——This is the in vitro crystal skeleton of the new crystal human, commonly known as "crystal bone".

Since the advent of black wave radiation brought an end to the old blue star era, whether or not to have crystal bones has become the only criterion for classifying "new crystal humans" and "remnant crystal humans".

The crystal bone was quickly retracted back into the body, the two young men ran over in three steps and two steps, and hurriedly reached out to help him: "Classmate, are you all right!? We both thought there was no one - we really didn't do it on purpose. !"

Jiang Jianming didn't help him, he stood up straight and shook his head: "It's okay."

"Hey, slow down," the brown-haired boy was even more at a loss, "then what, I just released my crystal bone, classmate, are you feeling any discomfort, dizziness, chest tightness, etc... or I'll send you Go to the infirmary?"

Jiang Jianming paused for a while, then raised his eyebrows and turned back——

He was very thin, and his skin was extraordinarily pale, almost pale. As a result, the shadows cast by the eyelashes and the bridge of the nose are even deeper, and this appearance naturally gives people a delicate and fragile feeling.

However, this feeling didn't stop until he raised his eyes.

Perhaps it was because the dark eyes were too quiet and tolerant, and his demeanor was too slack, so that the frailty of his appearance was virtually erased, but another kind of breathtaking temperament was brewed.

Jiang Jianming said warmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm really fine, just go back and drink a tranquilizer."

The two young men stood there in a daze, until Jiang Jianming turned around and left on his own, and then the two of them looked at the thin back and came back to their senses.

The brown-haired youth was still in shock and said to himself, "Damn it, I'm scared to death. How could a disabled person come to a hospital? Where can we have a class for a disabled person in our first hospital?"

His blond companion scratched his hair: "Maybe it was the little beauty from the Sixth Academy who came to find his partner."

The brown-haired young man let out a long breath, patted his chest and said, "People are beautiful and kind-hearted, it's a blessing that people don't care about them, or else... Damn, put crystal bones in front of disabled humans, this is according to the laws of the empire, we They have to go to jail."

As he said that, he lifted his legs and walked forward. Unsurprisingly, he soon saw a bench in the shade of a tree, and a white recycling bin beside the bench.

The bucket was clean, and on top was a stack of finely printed but crumpled paper.

The brown-haired youth was delighted. He couldn't help pinching out the pile of grades, and smiled at his companions: "Yo, there are people who throw away their transcripts on the day of graduation. What a tragic exam."

Human curiosity is always irrepressible.

The two young men opened the transcript of this unknown classmate with great interest, and wrinkled their noses at the row of low scores before they read the first page, "Tsk tsk...that's true."

57 points for crystal particle manipulation, 62 points for basic actual combat exercises, 50 points for advanced actual combat exercises, 76 points for new crystal mecha driving, 79 points for shooting basics...

What a horrible one.

The brown-haired youth was speechless, flipping a page at random, and there were more courses on the transcript.

The blond partner next to him couldn't help but let out a "huh", because the results on this page seemed to be a lot better.

Xinjing Weapon Science 87 points, Human Evolution 89 points, Alien Biology 91 points, Old Era Philosophy History 90 points...

The two boys looked at each other in amazement.

The brown-haired young man turned his gaze back to his hands and muttered, "This guy's classes are really complicated, which school is it from...Fuck! Battlefield Psychology Ninety-four? This class seems to have the highest score in our school. You're in your early nineties, right?"

The blond young man took a deep breath, pointed to a column and shouted: "Spiritual awareness projection ninety-two points! ... This is the most difficult main course in the third academy, but didn't they say that there are not many who have even taken the eighties this year? ?"

The brown-haired youth swallowed and suddenly felt that this seemingly ordinary report card was not very ordinary.

With trembling fingers, he turned to the next page and his eyes widened suddenly: "Wait...a tactical simulation against ninety-seven!? One hundred in the analysis of the history of imperial strategy - perfect score!?"

...that was the last page of the transcript, with the dean's comment attached to it.

What about comments? In fact, no matter which department, or even which school, is in the same format after all: how is the life of the person, where is the good and where is the bad, and a polite but routine blessing.

However, on this transcript, the comments are simple and shocking in just two lines:

"Heaven is jealous of geniuses, and beautiful jade produces flaws."

"Sincerely recommend that the military make an exception to enter the core civilian positions."

The two young people were stunned for a long time, and suddenly they were shocked, and they remembered to look at the name of the transcript.

However, when turned back to the first page, found that the basic information column had been torn off, and only the following mediocre subject scores were still lying quietly on the paper.