Chapter 41 Chaoyang (2)

When Jiang Jianming said goodbye to Garcia, went down from the second floor to the first floor, and pushed open the dormitory door, there were two good roommates on the way.

Last night was too scary in various senses, which directly caused Tang Zhen and Li Youfang to stay up all night.

The faces of the two were like hitting a ghost in the daytime, and tremblingly gathered around to ask questions.

"That's not Prince Le'an." Jiang Jianming said perfunctorily, and packed his things neatly.

Since the little highness minds, he doesn't need to talk nonsense in front of outsiders: "It's the second prince Garcia, probably twins with the prince... It's really similar."

"It doesn't seem like it's important to come to our dormitory in the middle of the night. Maybe the second prince has a habit of walking late at night."

"I've already told him... You don't worry, you can go to the trading area to buy a lock and hang it on the door."

"Me? Was taken away by him... Cough, transferred away, and will not live here in the future."

"What's our relationship? We have a familiar relationship. I helped him once, he saved me once, and yes, I still owe him an apple."

Jiang Jianming didn't have much, so he packed all his personal belongings in less than an hour.

By the way, he cleaned the vicinity of his bed, carried his own combat bag and a bag and went out.

"Little ginger."

Tang Zhen stopped him from behind, with a complicated expression: "I heard that in the past, new officers with outstanding performance have ended their adaptation period ahead of schedule, and they have been awarded the title to join the Yin Beidou within a year, are you..."

Jiang Jianming chuckled lightly, leaning on the door and looking back at Tang Zhen, then waved his hand.

"I don't have time to wait for you, Tang Shao, let's fight slowly."

"Come up early."

The door closed, and Li Youfang glanced at Tang Zhen.

"Lost? Left behind by a roommate."

Tang Zhen frowned, he rubbed his hair, lowered his head and smiled.

"What, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Just now, he seemed to see the fifteen-year-old black-haired boy again, chuckling in the sunset, pushing the door out of the tactical simulation confrontation classroom of Kaios Military Academy.

Later, he chased after him, so he had been roommates with the disabled human beings for five years, and he also walked out of the quagmire of depravity and confusion.

He has long known that Jiang Jianming is an unusual person, and he has long known that this guy will go to a higher and farther place.

Tang Zhen's eyes gradually became firm.

It's no big deal, all he has to do now is catch up one more time.

...

After packing up his things, Jiang Jianming politely sent a message to Lieutenant Colonel Huo Lin, and explained that he had followed His Royal Highness from now on in the face of Lieutenant Colonel.

After hanging up the communication, looked at the time, it was almost noon.

Jiang Jianming thought that Garcia asked him to move in within the morning, so he quickened his pace a little.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the corner in front, and Jiang Jianming's eyes flashed back. The figure didn't jump at anyone, but instead stumbled two steps and almost fell.

The opposite stood up straight and raised his face, it was Joe Brown.

"Jiang... Jiang Jianming!"

Joe's mental state looked very bad, and his eyes were dark blue, "Wait, you wait..."

Qiao stumbled, and when he came up, he wanted to grab Jiang Jianming's arm, with a desolate expression: "Did you say something to the officer, they want... to forcibly send me back..."

Jiang Jianming didn't react: "What did I say?"

Joe looked at him blankly.

Jiang Jianming thought for a while before he understood: "...Ah, are you talking about falling off a cliff?"

He said indifferently: "No, to be honest, it's been too chaotic these days, I've already forgotten about it."

Qiao Gan laughed twice: "You...you stop joking...even if you say something, I won't blame you."

"..."

Jiang Jianming frowned slightly. He admits that he has a good temper most of the time, but it is really difficult to communicate with someone like Qiao who is completely trapped in his own world when he gets excited.

He was too lazy to bother, and shook his head: "If there is a problem, communicate with the superior. I still have someone waiting. Excuse me."

Unexpectedly, Joe grabbed his wrist suddenly: "Wait!"

The young man's eyes widened and his lips wriggled: "Wait... Jiang Jianming, you, please help me and beg the officer for mercy."

"I was wrong in the past, you help me this time, I will listen to you in the future..."

Jiang Jianming turned around unexpectedly: "Do you really want to stay in Yinbeidou? In the distant interstellar, such emergencies can happen at any time, and being repatriated can at least save your life."

Joe's forehead broke out with a large amount of cold sweat: "Then, why not 'sent back', at least, at least the same as Beimaner..."

So Jiang Jianming was stunned.

In the case of Bermaner, officers or soldiers who return to the Empire for treatment due to special reasons such as injuries or illnesses belong to "repatriation". With a reputation and subsidies, he is a hero who shed blood for the empire.

Most importantly, the "return" of Yin Beidou is reversible. If the physical and mental state after recovery can reach the military standard, the returned soldiers can choose to return to Yin Beidou at any time.

However"

"Repatriation" doesn't sound very good. Direct deprivation of military rank and forcible retirement is equivalent to bluntly putting a big red seal on "unqualified", kicking you back to the empire, and staying where you came from.

So... daring is afraid of losing face.

"Jiang, help me... You also know that I didn't mean it! I also heard that you have something to do with Yin Beidou, right... You, you just need to say a word."

Qiao was still holding Jiang Jianming's wrist tightly, his forehead was red, and he murmured in pain, "I...I finally...I finally got it...from that poor and backward star city...I don't want to go back. ,I do not want……"

"Yin Beidou is not a place where anyone can stay. Repatriation is a good thing for you."

Jiang Jianming frowned, he was pushed back two steps, and he heard the creaking of his wrist, "Let go of me, you hurt me a lot."

He swept around, no one was there. Now is the time for the daily training of the officers during the adaptation period, and other officers and soldiers will not go to this area.

So Joe is entangled here, and there is no way to expect anyone to help...

Qiao raised his face suddenly, his eyes were full of red silk: "You don't know! If I go back like this... I can't raise my head again!!"

"I will be looked down upon for a lifetime, classmates, neighbors, relatives... My dad is going to beat me up again..."

As he spoke, Joe laughed miserably, and his voice echoed in the quiet aisle.

"Such a rotten star city, I managed to go to school and study hard to climb out..."

In his own laughter, he seemed to see the barren star city far away from the imperial capital again, and saw the backward streets.

Whenever the wind blows, the garbage on the ground will be blown up, and the low-level sanitation robots will clumsily chase after them.

... Mars has a harsh climate, and there are often large sandstorms. Over the years, more and more residents have chosen to move out.

Perhaps soon, it will become a site with only historical significance, like the current Blue Mother Star, a death star that has solidified into a specimen of time.

But not everyone can move away. Interstellar relocation requires a lot of money, and the procedures for changing and living in a star city are also very troublesome.

It's a pity that money, power and connections have nothing to do with their family.

Some only barely survive, the days are boring and repetitive.

On the day he was admitted to Yin Beidou, his classmates who had always ridiculed him for studying stupidly stared blankly. The neighbors came to appreciate him with smiles on their faces, and his parents were so surprised that they almost fainted.

The sun was shining that day, there were no sandstorms, there were no malfunctioning sanitation robots, and there were no gangsters looting on the streets.

What a happy dream it was...

But now a bucket of ice water was poured down, and woke up.

Reality is back.

Joe collapsed and burrowed his head and screamed: "Why, why the fuck is it only me who encounters this kind of thing...!"

"Joe." Jiang Jianming lowered his voice.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he vaguely saw a flash of bright particles in the void in front of him, hanging on the arm raised by Joe.

Jiang Jianming struggled hard almost instinctively, and Qiao, who was holding his right hand, was taken crooked.

The next moment, along with the cracking sound of Chi, a few drops of blood splashed!

"Ah!—" Joe screamed miserably, covering his bleeding palm with a hideous face.

The murder weapon that suddenly appeared was a red-gold crystal. It was slender and sharp, condensed in the void for less than a second and then re-dissipated into invisible particles.

If it wasn't for Jiang Jianming's quick-witted hand to pull Qiao's hand, Zhenjing would have penetrated his forearm!

Jiang Jianming didn't make a sound, but his drooping eyelashes trembled, and he turned around to look.

There is no one behind.

"You...you..." Joe looked at him in horror, clutching his dripping bloody hands, his teeth trembling.

Jiang Jianming turned around again, but there was no one in front of him.

He sighed helplessly and said to Joe, "Sorry, someone is really waiting for me. You should calm down and deal with the wound first. If you have something to say, we will talk about it at another time."

"Hey, I know..." Joe laughed at himself suddenly, he buried his head deeply, and choked, "You guys looked down on me from the beginning."

"I also know... I came out of that kind of garbage place, and I was already garbage."

Jiang Jianming had already turned around and started walking, but when he heard these words, he stopped again.

He still had his eyelashes down, his expression was very gentle, and there was a kind of peace and tranquility between his brows that did not match his age.

In this gentle voice he said:

"You are too arrogant."

"What!?" Joe raised his face in astonishment.

He almost doubted his ears.

Jiang Jianming: "Aren't you the only person in your school who was accepted by Yin Beidou?"

"So, when you say that you are trash, do you think other people are inferior to trash in your heart?"

"Me!" Joe froze suddenly.

As if a thunderbolt hit the top of his head, the face of this young Masi quickly faded away, and his eyes stared blankly.

"The world doesn't revolve around you, Brown."

Jiang Jianming called Qiao's surname calmly, but he didn't look back, "In this world, it's not who you think is trash, whoever is trash - you're not, neither are the residents of Mars Star City."

"You are just ordinary people."

"Ordinary people, are you such a contemptuous existence?"

After saying these two sentences, the young disabled human in the black and silver military uniform stopped and walked straight forward.

In the empty aisle, Joe stood absentmindedly like a puppet.

He looked at Jiang Jianming's back, looked at him, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, his lips began to tremble.

He always thought that the shadow in his heart was low self-esteem, and the low self-esteem caused by his ordinary background hindered his desire to climb up.

But he never realized that there was another pair of really dark minions hidden in his heart.

Yes, after getting unexpectedly excellent results, he signed up for the supreme and glorious Yin Beidou without thinking, but he never thought that he could take this opportunity to take his parents to work in a better star city. to live.

He never thought that he could not be a soldier who sacrificed his life and fought bloody battles, or he could become a small businessman, doing honest business honestly;

You can't be a hero of the empire, but you can also be a good son, a good husband, and a good father.

The reason why he never thought...

It is not because of inferiority, but because of arrogance.

Salty and bitter tears flowed down the corners of his mouth, the aisle of the fortress was empty, and Joe buried his face in his palms.

After a few seconds, the young man turned and pressed his forehead against the cold wall, and a broken whimper came from his throat.

"Go back to the empire. A truly prosperous empire should have a place for ordinary people."

Jiang Jianming's clear voice came, vaguely, as if he was already far away.

"It's nothing."

...

When Joe's cry came from behind, Jiang Jianming also walked to the end of the aisle.

At the corner, Garcia really stood there, the prince's eyes seemed to be shining brightly, looking at him fixedly.

"His Royal Highness?" Jiang Jianming tilted his head, a few strands of black hair scattered with his movements.

He walked to Garcia and stood still, raised his eyebrows amusingly, and said quietly: "It's okay if you want to watch the play, but...isn't it bad for the audience to come on stage and beat the actors?"

Garcia opened his lips indifferently: "I have no intention of interfering in your private affairs, if you hadn't said it hurt."

After saying that, the prince turned around and walked forward naturally. Jiang Jianming, who was next to him, chuckled twice, and raised his heels naturally.

Garcia then glanced sideways at Jiang Jianming.

He seemed to think about it for a while, and then added more rigorously: "It hurts."