Chapter 64 Lessons (2)

The West Yinhe Street gradually became noisy, and the spectators only dared to stand from a distance to watch the dispute between the nobles.

"No way," Master Brandon sneered and spread his hands in mock surprise, "Miss Bei, what's your expression - won't tell me, this friend behind you is really a commoner? Is it true? Will civilians come to West Galaxy Street?"

"How about my friends? It's not up to someone like you who only sees one's background in their eyes to judge." Berman's tone was cold, "Brandon, get out of there, don't force me to say too bad things."

Brandon smiled indifferently: "Don't be so angry, I just want to get to know this friend..."

"I heard that Miss Bei has been unhappy since she came back from far away. Since this friend can please you, he must have something unique, am I right?"

As these words fell, the gazes of countless spectators turned and turned to the thin, pale, black-haired young man behind Beimaner.

Some whispers came from all directions.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Master Brandon's words have made Jiang Jianming the type of person who accompanies the noble lady.

Beimaner was annoyed in her heart. She and the second young master of Brandon's family have had a long-standing grievance. The reason is that she ruthlessly rejected the playful young master's show of love a few years ago, which caused the latter to hold grudges in his heart.

It's just that over the years, the family status has been there, and no matter how angry Brandon is, it is impossible to be rude to her blatantly.

But Jiang Jianming is different. He has no power, no relatives and no reason, and he is not the temperament to bend over to beg for mercy. If he is targeted by such garbage people...

Beimaner bit her lower lip, regretting that she shouldn't have brought him here.

Suddenly, there were some strange discussions in the crowd.

"Hey, what about that crippled human..."

"What is he doing?"

Baimaner and Brandon were both stunned and looked sideways.

I saw that the black-haired young man who had been so quiet that he had no sense of existence, now pursed his lips in embarrassment, and a few strands of broken hair fell in front of his frowning eyebrows.

He pressed the headset with one hand, and the projection screen was displayed on the wrist of the other hand, and he was whispering something: "...Sorry, I'm a little inconvenient now, can you wait..."

...

Jiang Jianming knew that he had a problem, and he would not check the text messages of the wrist phone in time.

Just for this, Tang Zhen didn't know how many times he nagged him when he was in the military academy.

But he thinks it's because of his personality that he likes to immerse himself in thinking or being alone, and he often reads an academic book for hours. These all require long periods of quietness and concentration, undisturbed by the outside world.

"And, if there is really an emergency," he said to Tang Zhen indifferently back then, "don't normal people call the real-time communication directly?"

There are two communication functions of the wrist phone, one is text information, and the other is a call with projection.

In other words, it is the difference between text messages and phone calls.

"Let's say so..." Tang Zhen rolled his eyes feebly.

Jiang Jianming: "That's fine. It's not an important thing anyway, why do you need to keep an eye on it."

In short, Tang Zhen couldn't tell him. Little Highness Le'an was not as nervous as he is now, nor as idle as he is now. So his troubles continued.

But at the same time, he has another habit: as long as there is a conversation call, he will answer it immediately to avoid mistakes.

When the small projection screen flashed above the wrist phone, Jiang Jianming realized that it was bad.

He picked up the call subconsciously, but now it doesn't seem to be the atmosphere to chat...

Seeing Baimaner and Brandon turning back, the attention of the passers-by around was also attracted.

Jiang Jianming didn't react so quickly, he quickly pulled off a corner of his jacket and blocked the projection first to avoid being seen by outsiders on Garcia's face.

His eyes fell, and the face of His Royal Highness was already reflected on the opposite side of the small projection.

Garcia didn't seem to expect that Jiang Jianming would pick up so quickly, and before he could clear the annoyed look between his brows, he immediately turned to Xinyue.

"Jiang, I didn't mean to scold you."

A magnetic voice came from the headset, Garcia covered his lips with his fists, coughed, and restrained the raised corners of his lips into the usual stern lines, but his tone was very relaxed.

"...But you shouldn't ignore me, it's a serious matter. Your body hasn't healed yet, and you're alone now..."

"Hey! What about you!"

The valet named Martin suddenly shouted at Jiang Jianming: "Our young master Brandon wants to get to know you, didn't you hear? This is the blessing you have accumulated in your eight lifetimes, so hurry up and come here!"

When Martin called out this sentence, his face was very ugly.

He didn't understand what was going on with this crippled civilian...

Didn't you see that the young master of the dignified Brandon family was in front of you? Or is it so thick that you can't realize your own hostility to him?

This person is not afraid to tremble, so how can he still communicate in a leisurely manner?

He must let this ignorant guy know how powerful he is.

The next moment, Martin raised his eyebrows proudly... As he wished, he saw the young man lift his face suddenly, his lips turned pale.

Jiang Jianming looked a little flustered. He pressed the headset with one hand and said softly, "...No, listen to my explanation."

On the other side of the headset, the originally pleasant voice suddenly disappeared.

"...Jiang Jianming."

A few seconds later, a chilling voice sounded again: "Who are you with?"

"What's the matter?" On the opposite side, another valet was not far behind, and his arrogance became even more arrogant, "Where are you communicating and want to send rescue troops, ah?"

Jiang Jianming pressed his slender fingers between his eyebrows. He looked at the farce in front of him and said weakly, "No..."

Garcia sneered: "No, yes?"

"No? I don't dare to forgive you."

The two servants smiled and tried their best to provoke him: "Untouchables, what are you standing there watching, come here quickly. You are so shameless, believe it or not, I will pull your eyeballs out!"

Beimaner was furious, raised her wrist and said, "Brandon, he is a disabled human. If you continue to harass, I will call the police!"

Brandon didn't want to tear his face with Beimaner, so he waved slowly, "Ah, alright... Okay. Martin, Xiu, come back, it seems that this friend doesn't want to play with me."

The two attendants agreed lazily, and one of them pouted at Jiang Jianming.

They turned around, ready to go back to the young master.

Seeing that the farce was over, the surrounding spectators also wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, a clear voice with a strong sense of helplessness echoed in everyone's ears without any hesitation:

"No, it's just that I met a few troublemakers on the road. It's really not as serious as you think!"

I saw the handsome disabled human pressing the headset with a sincere expression: "I'm sorry, I'll call you back after I solve it... OK?"

"Bullied? No, how is it possible! And they have already left after pouring..."

"What do you mean you can't let go, please wake up, I'm not a patrol policeman who arrests people."

"..."

Quiet, the West Yinhe Street is extremely quiet.

People stared, and none of the spectators dared to breathe.

I don't know when, the two servants kept walking with their legs raised, turning their heads blankly and staring at Jiang Jianming.

Brandon's elegant face also stiffened a little.

Even Beimaner was lost.

"Hello." Brandon suddenly shouted at Jiang Jianming.

Jiang Jianming sighed while holding his forehead: "...Give the communication to the other side? No, no. Please don't make trouble for now. This is my personal matter, please let me solve it myself."

"Pfft."

In the crowd, don't know who couldn't hold back their laughter.

The people in the distance began to whisper: "No, I'm sloppy, this crippled human being, wouldn't have been communicating since the beginning, right?"

"So, he doesn't seem to have looked at Brandon in the eye..."

"God, what background does this guy have?"

"How can this attitude really be a civilian."

"You boy," Brandon blushed instantly. He laughed in anger, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "Don't look down on me!?"

Over the headset, Garcia asked in a deep voice, "Enough, don't talk nonsense, where are you."

Jiang Jianming felt anxious and amused, and couldn't help but said: "Really don't make trouble, you haven't been to Aslan before, I told you the location, can you meet me..."

Garcia: "You still want to play stupid? I'll ask you to report the cosmic coordinates in the concept of a three-dimensional star map."

"..." As soon as these words came out, Jiang Jianming's expression froze.

Three-dimensional star map, cosmic coordinates, this is a positioning method that only the aerospace systems of mechs and starships can use.

Come on, his little highness is planning to drive a mecha or even a starship into West Galaxy Street! ?

On the bustling commercial street, Brandon was coming in a rage, followed by his two followers like door gods.

Garcia: "Forget it. Don't turn off the communication, I'll check your location myself."

no.

No, no, no, no, Aslan's disaster!

Jiang Jianming thought to himself in panic: This person has a reckless personality, and now he is in such a neurotic state, I am afraid that he is not really crazy.

But is this possible?

On the occasion of the Queen's 90th birthday, the crown prince, who had been dead for three years, suddenly cheated and drove a starship into the imperial capital for the sake of a mere civilian and disabled human being?

This is no longer a question of whether it is possible, it is a question of whether the empire can still do it.

no!

Jiang Jianming suddenly said: "Wait! ... I understand, you wait for me for a minute."

After saying this, he looked up. Finally, he carefully looked at the Master Brandon who had walked in front of him.

This is a young man of twenty-five or six years old, with brown hair in long braids that are popular among nobles, exquisite and luxurious clothes, and an excessively indulgent bluish-white complexion... His facial features seem to be filled with the words arrogance and arrogance.

Poor Master Brandon didn't know what was going to happen yet. He looked down and sneered: "Have you finished your communication?"

Jiang Jianming smiled apologetically at him: "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry."

The next moment, saw the figure of this disabled human being with a soft and harmless temperament, polite and quiet in his words and deeds.

The onlookers couldn't even see how he was moving.

When he reacted, one of the arms of Master Brandon had been caught, and using it as a fulcrum, his body was raised high, and his gorgeous clothes flew over——

boom! !

His shoulders hit the ground, and he fell neatly over his shoulders.

The crowd screamed.

"Ouch!" Brandon's eyes bulged, and he almost didn't spit out the acid water in his stomach.

His mind was buzzing, and the always spoiled young master didn't realize what happened, "You...cough, you..."

Beiman's eyes lit up, and her voice rushed out before her head: "Beautiful!"

The two attendants changed color in horror.

They were like two broken puppets, their teeth creaked for a long time before they squeezed out incoherent words:

"You—you you, your kid dare to..."

"He's finished, he actually dares, dares to treat the young master of the Brandon family..."

Under the disbelieving gazes of the spectators and the frightened gazes of his followers, Jiang Jianming walked to Brandon who was paralyzed on the ground.

His expression was still indifferent, even mild.

...Just kidding, no matter how he is called "a weak and disabled human being", he is also a military cadet from the First Military Academy of the Empire.

He also gritted his teeth and dragged his feverish body to follow the devil training of Yin Beidou to temper newcomers?

The commercial street was silent, Jiang Jianming raised one leg gently and stepped on the sole of his shoe on Master Brandon's face.

He even apologized gently again: "I'm so sorry, don't stop in the street in the future."

——A playboy like Brandon would not be his opponent at all, and he never paid attention to it.

On the ground, Brandon's face was trampled and deformed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth muttered: "Mile, horn, die, eh?"

He almost opened his eyes, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and tried to point at Jiang Jianming's nose: "Li... but disabled, disabled people are tired... how many times I want to make my crystal bones thicker, Li's little life... "

"Please."

Jiang Jianming's lips didn't seem to be curved, and he slowly lowered his head.

The voice is like the charm of the devil.

"The noble young master released crystal bones in the street, causing countless casualties to innocent pedestrians - I have already thought about the headlines for tomorrow's headlines for you."

"His Majesty the Emperor's birthday banquet is approaching. Isn't such an exciting news headline not very pleasant to your noble family?"

Brandon was shocked, staring at Jiang Jianming with a vicious look like staring at his father's enemy.

"..."

"..."

No one speaks anymore, and this prosperous commercial street seems to have never been so quiet.

Jiang Jianming slowly moved his legs away, his eyebrows lowered, and he heard a soft laugh from the headset.

Garcia's voice pretending to be cold and solemn came faintly: "This is what happened? You have a bad temper, and your mouth is so poisonous. You came back to recover from your injuries, and you can fight at any time. This is not allowed."

After a few seconds, he added another sentence: "...don't you have a gun?"

OK, have fun.

Jiang Jianming immediately confirmed this, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he ignored His Royal Highness's last dangerous speech.

It's not bad, although it's not in his habit to act so flamboyantly... But at least, he managed to save Aslan from the prince's clutches.

Jiang Jianming turned around and greeted Beimaner, who was also stunned: "Let's go."