Chapter 107 The meeting of the distant stars (1)

At 11:00 noon in the Aslan Star City, in the underground mecha training ground of the Golden Sun Wheel Building.

The viewing seats were filled with all the soldiers and officers of the Golden Il Wheel. Their faces were full of blood, and their shouts came one after another.

"it is good!"

"Hey, it was beautiful just now!"

"Go on, fuck, fuck him!"

Looking down from the viewing seat, there are three mechas in the arena. The two fighting machines are M-Crack 09, a C-class mecha interwoven with white and brown, and the standard model used by the Golden Sun Mecha soldiers.

In the army, fighting is punishable by punishment, and the only way to "reasonably engage in a fight" is to come to the training ground to engage in mecha battles.

It is often only when the masters "make an appointment" that the audience will be lively.

But today is clearly different. saw that the mecha attack on the left was brave and fierce, and every blow and spin was remarkable, but some of the young recruits could still be seen in the movements.

The mecha on the right attacked less and defended more, taking every step of the way, and its movements were obviously smoother than the opponent's. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that this was feeding the driver of the left mecha.

Hey, this is a game of coaching, not an appointment.

Generally speaking, it will not be interesting, let alone gathering so many people.

The only special thing is that there is a third mecha standing in the field, the whole body is white and beautiful, and the model is S-Xueguo.

The cockpit was open, and there was a young officer with black hair and black eyes sitting on the fuselage. He looked handsome and weak. At this time, he aimed at the gap between the two mechas and clapped his hands.

"Okay, take a rest."

As soon as he said these words, the shouts in the observation seat suddenly increased by an octave.

When Jiang Jianming glanced at the seat helplessly, the strange shout became louder.

Since the turmoil before the New Year's holiday was subsided, Jiang Jianming, as a temporary supervisor, became famous for a while.

It is also a coincidence that at the time when the civilians and the amorphous race were fighting for their rights and interests, it happened that Jiang Jianming, who had both identities, made military contributions many times, and suddenly the legend became greatly increased.

The speed of information dissemination in this high-tech era is fast, and in just over half a month, he has inexplicably gained a bunch of admirers.

In addition to those who follow the crowd and watch the fun, look down on the disabled people who want to find him wrong, and secretly regard him as a competitor to observe the rival... The total number is all down, and the number is enough to fill one seat in the Golden Sun Wheel. Mecha training ground. The cockpit of the M-Crack 09 was opened, and the female pilot had short, smooth chestnut hair. At this moment, she was panting, and her cheeks were dyed with a touching blush.

With her hands on the edge, she jumped out of the cockpit—there was a clanging metal crash when she landed, and her right leg turned out to be a prosthesis, an iron-colored military prosthesis made of hard alloy.

The driver on the opposite side also dismounted. Major Zheng Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead, Lang Shuang smiled and said, "Miss Bei is making great progress."

Beimaner smiled sweetly, and her eyes fell on her legs: "It's not enough, I'm already so far behind, if you want to go back to the army, you have to give 100% when others are working hard. Just work hard."

Zheng Yue said: "At your current level, it should be no problem to enter the Golden Sun Wheel."

Beimaner shook his head: "I still want to go back to Yin Beidou. I fell there, and I have to get up from there. It's the trouble of Major Zheng, who always comes to accompany me such a half-ass."

"Hey, you're welcome, it's our honor to be able to accompany the beauties to practice." Zheng Yue smiled with his eyebrows bent, "Besides, Your Excellency is not in good health, His Highness Le'an forbids him to get on the mecha, can't I do it? "

Jiang Jianming let Seth control Xuejiu to come over, and said at the right time: "Old Zheng, don't float away. With Man'er's speed of progress, you won't be able to play the guiding game after a year or two."

His voice was light and gentle, and before he finished speaking, the pan was fried on the side of the observation seat.

"Inspector, come to a game!"

"Little Your Excellency is amazing, Little Your Excellency come to a game!"

Especially the young people, it was a joy to jeer.

"These guys." Zheng Yue scolded with a smile, "This is aimed at the presence of His Royal Highness the Prince and His Excellency Lance today, and I'm here to beat you."

Jiang Jianming gave a smile, but couldn't help being a little itchy.

Since the exposure of his chronic crystal disorder, Garcia has been staring at him too tightly... Not to mention the mecha, he has even arranged the time for eating and sleeping.

But today Garcia is still in the White Emerald Palace.

Since he has made up his mind to be the crown prince, there are always a lot of things that need to be temporarily made up for, and the freshmen who are rushing to the candidates are not as tired as the current Little Highness.

There are countless other occasions where this prince who has been resurrected from the dead needs to make a public appearance. He is not used to the political arena, so he can only rely on the eve preview and emergency response... It is very pitiful, Jiang Jianming sincerely pity him.

Mercy for mercy, at least today he is free.

"Old Zheng," Jiang Jianming raised his eyebrows, "Why don't we come and play."

Zheng Yue's eyes lit up: "Yo, your little lord is in such high spirits today, come come come..."

The joking roar in the observation seat suddenly turned into a wave of jubilation, and when Jiang Jianming signaled Beimaner to come down to rest, and he sat in the cockpit of the cracking wind, the wave reached its peak.

"Shit, shit, isn't it, today's luck is against the sky!!"

"Your Excellency the Inspector is really on a mecha!?"

"Quick, the brother in front starts the video!"

There were also people who laughed at the excited accomplices unconcernedly: "Don't get too excited, okay, no matter how powerful a disabled person is, it will also appear powerful in the disabled person. Don't cry when the filter shatters."

But after a minute, people who want to see the joke can't laugh.

M-Crack Wind 09 roared, and the robotic arm smashed into the sparks. The first second Zheng Yue locked Jiang Jianming's fuselage, and the next second he was freed and hit on the ground.

You come and go, changing rapidly, and the gap between the one just now can be seen at a glance.

"so amazing……"

Beside Maner on the side of the field, while feeling ashamed, he tried his best to observe the memory.

Neither of them were doing their best, they were really just "playing". But even so, it was already an exciting enough mecha battle.

The audience in the audience sighed frequently: "Major Zheng is also awesome, this operation is comparable to some generals."

"A civilian major who is only in his thirties can achieve this position without flattery or flattery. Of course, his ability is not to be mentioned."

While speaking, the two mecha bodies in the field collided fiercely, and were bounced back by the anti-shock force. Just as they were about to adjust their postures and attack again—

With a bang, the door of the training ground was pushed open with force.

The whole place was silent.

The light outside flickered and disappeared, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stepped forward, his curly hair tied behind his head by a black silk ribbon, winding down on the scarlet woven gold robe dress.

His Highness' expression was indifferent, the face familiar to the people of the Empire was still as perfect as three years ago, but the green eyes had a chill, like staring at the prey and falling on the snow dove in the field——

Beimaner, who was sitting next to Xuejiu and drinking energy water to rest, choked out the water and shook from head to toe.

She showed a stiff smile, and pointed her fingers unequivocally at the M-Crack 09 that Jiang Jianming was riding.

Jiang Jianming: "...Ah."

Zheng Yue's face was ashen: "It's over."

There was silence in the viewing seat, but the excitement in the eyes of many people was eerily brighter.

They covered their mouths in an attempt to hide the curvature of their mouths.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince walked in front of the mecha.

At this time, the two Riftwinds had solidified as if the pause button had been pressed, and even the mecha interference waves of the reactionary forces had no such effect.

When Garcia slowly raised his head from below, Jiang Jianming, who was sitting in the cockpit, couldn't help but be in a trance for a second.

That was really Garcia, but now it's Ryan.

It has only been ten days since this person decided to become Ryan—or, in his words, let Ryan become him—the temperament around His Highness has already possessed the kind of elegance and grace that a prince should have.

Well, learn very quickly, and can pretend very well.

"Ginger, come out."

Garcia... Maybe the person who should be called Ryan said indifferently. He glanced at Zheng Yue by the way, "you get out too."

Zheng Yue rolled out immediately, hid behind the mecha and didn't dare to say a word. The stiff smile on his face was exactly the same as Beiman's.

Jiang Jianming also tried to resist, nesting in the cockpit and defending, crying and laughing: "I have been in the cockpit for less than ten minutes, my goodness!"

Ryan pulled the fuselage and jumped to the position outside the cockpit, expressionless: "You and I promised that you would recover well."

Jiang Jianming: "The patient also needs to let the wind out."

"..."

Lean's eyes twitched with anger, and because everyone's eyes were not easy to attack, a low voice squeezed out of his teeth: "...whose patient is venting, relying on machine armor?"

Jiang Jianming complained secretly in his heart, and he was still pretending to be innocent to pass the test. He blinked: "Listen to me, if you don't touch and control, the feeling in your hand will be dull, and..."

Ryan raised the crystal bone from his wrist.

Jiang Jianming surrendered in a second, and slammed out of the cockpit: "Don't smash! Don't smash, don't smash, I don't have the money to repair it—"

...

Unsurprisingly, His Excellency Jiang was taken away like a trophy by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Ryan first brought the person into the lounge next to the training ground, put him on the seat, and let him rest for a while before leaving.

Jiang Jianming was helpless to the overprotection of His Highness, but he had to accept his fate and drink the energy water handed by the latter. He asked in a warm voice, "Why do you have time to come so early today?"

There was no one else in this separate lounge. Lean leaned against the door and said calmly, "I have something to do, Chen asked me to come to you."

Only then did he catch the patient who was wearing the armor, and His Highness finished the unfinished words with deep eyes.

Jiang Jianming pretended not to understand, and was about to ask what was going on, but Ryan picked up another topic.

He looked out the door and asked with a somewhat complicated emotion: "You... do you like this?"

Jiang Jianming: "Which?"

Ryan: "Standing high and being watched by so many people."

"...That's what you asked." Jiang Jianming lowered his eyelashes, he held the bottle of energy water in both hands, and a melancholy smile hung on the corners of his lips.

It's actually stressful.

Needless to say, Ryan, in order to support him, Maner and Audrey have already made the word "closeness" known to the world.

Even so, there are still many veteran generals and old nobles who despise him, thinking that the military's re-use of disabled humans is a joke of new humans.

Even among the commoners and the crystalless race, there are actually voices against him, as Jiang Jianming knows.

In the past two days, he sometimes thinks of Xie Yuduo's kneeling on the Heroic Spirit Monument, and also thinks of the words of the sacrificed Chief Huo Lin.

Jiang Jianming is actually very sober. Due to the special halo on his body, there are a group of people who are trying to make themselves a symbol of God.

Just like the Prince Ryan of the year who once symbolized the glory and invincibility of the empire.

He also knew that these days, when Garcia returned to Ryan, what he faced was not just the tears and smiles of the people of the Empire.

There must be questions and doubts.

Ask what happened that year, and why the three years of incognito.

Ask the crown prince if he has ever rebelled against the will of the empire, and if that means being arbitrary, arrogant and willful.

Asked whether the "feigned death" three years ago meant that the crown prince was defeated, the enemy was too strong, or his highness was not strong enough.

The higher you stand, the colder the wind will be, the steeper your feet will be, and the more dangerous the fall will be.

Just a small mistake, or even a handle, a lure to create a loophole, will make the climber doomed.

For Jiang Jianming, the time when he was a young military cadet who took a nap in the Aslan Library in the afternoon is gone forever.

But if he wanted to stand side by side with the crown prince, he could only walk up this steep road.

So Jiang Jianming looked straight at Le'an, and replied calmly, "I will."

It's not a matter of liking it or not, but he does.

After speaking, Jiang Jianming immediately worried that if such an answer fell in Ryan's ears, would he think that he was wronged, so he added: "If it is with you, then I like it."

"..."

Ryan pursed his lips, and the sharp eyes turned away helplessly. At this time, he could clearly see the awkwardness that once belonged to Garcia; the tips of his ears seemed to be a little red, but this kind of innocence was different from those of the past. Little Highness Ryan is exactly the same.

The crown prince walked over and sat down without saying a word, hugged Jiang Jianming into his arms, rubbed his chin on the black hair a few times, and said softly, "...Kiss."

Jiang Jianming laughed lightly and taught him meaningfully: "You don't have to ask every time."

Ryan kissed the corner of his lips dearly.

Jiang Jianming was accustomed to his lover's intimacy, so he took care of His Highness's hairband and asked, "What is the old marshal asking me to do, don't it be about the rank again? I said, I will not consider it until Major General Xie returns. …”

Ryan's breathing was a little chaotic, and his eyes darkened forbearance... He wanted to go further, but he didn't want to be abrupt at such a casual time.

The strong kiss at the Black Shark Base was already out of control, and the suppression by the force gap was despicable, and there should be no second time.

So His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pulled back after a few seconds, and said, "You will be happy, there is news of Xie Yuduo."

"what!?"

Jiang Jianming raised his head abruptly and met Lean's calm eyes... This expression was like a reassurance pill, which gently and forcefully wiped away his nervousness before it appeared.

It's not bad news, Jiang Jianming realized it instantly with surprise.

Sure enough, Ryan nodded to him and said: "Yin Beidou's expeditionary force has successfully completed the first phase of the voyage, the empire has received Xie Yuduo's long-distance interstellar communication, and Chen wants to temporarily hold a military general meeting... Let usBoth go."