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

sand……

There is the fragrance of moist grass leaves in the wind.

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

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

The young military cadet was sleeping lightly on a reading table by the window in the Aslan National Library, with his right hand resting on the open pages of the book, surrounded by peaceful white light.

A slender hand reached over and stroked his black hair.

Jiang Jianming's eyelids moved, and it took him a long time to open them.There was a slender figure standing in front of him against the light, with platinum curly hair as soft as silk, full of radiance.

The figure lowered its head slightly, its 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.

The finger slid down, and the four fingertips gently and nostalgicly touched Jiang Jianming's cheek.

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

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, and on one page it was spread out:

The mournful wind blows from north to south.>

The blond-haired and green-eyed prince leaned over and brushed his hair behind his ears.She seemed to be speaking softly between her lips, but no sound came out.

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

Dirges are sung in the night.

At dusk, beside the highest cliff,

Withered a wild golden rose.>

Click, click... In the huge Aslan National Library, the second hand of the ancient earth-style wall clock rang softly.

Surrounded by countless rows of lacquered wooden bookshelves and old paper books on them, there is no one else.

"Lai An."

Jiang Jianming called out again and sighed.

Then he raised his head and said calmly, "Your Highness, as I said, dead people should never come into my dreams again."

Click!

The peaceful and bright dream suddenly broke from it, and the crack happened to split the young and handsome crown prince in two.

The bookshelves not far away, the glass windows and branches nearby, the reading table in front of me, and the book of poems spread out all turned into fragments and died in the dream.

Only the printed characters fluttered away from the white paper like black butterflies chasing the light, and the last two lines of the mourning poem gradually disappeared in midair:

I saw the heroic soul turn into a white bird and fly to the nest of the star sea>

"If you really want to have a dream," Jiang Jianming pushed away the dissipated poetry collection, slowly straightened his upper body and crossed his fingers, his eyes looked very sincere, "you should go to the dream of old Marshal Chen Hanke, and tell the upper management andThe royal family, where are the bones of their Crown Prince—"

In front of him, the figure of Crown Prince Lai An was shattering little by little.Jiang Jianming looked at it without sadness or joy, and said to himself:

"But Lai An, in fact, I doubt that you really still have bones? Three years have passed, have you been eaten by vultures and jackals?"

Wow... Such harsh words seemed unbearable, and the figure in front of him completely collapsed.

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

In an instant, the darkness was over

...

—He slowly opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was the dark blue building of the First Academy of the Kaios Imperial Military Academy. The glass reflected beautiful colors in the sunlight.

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

He rested his forehead in a daze and said to himself: "Are there vultures and jackals in the distant interstellar battlefield? ... No, no."

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

Military school graduation season is always exciting, at least for most people.

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

About an hour ago, he finished receiving the paper report card of his last class, and then found a place to catch up on sleep... Then, he 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 bin.

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

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

A strange fluctuation followed, and all internal organs in the body were aroused with a dull pain, Jiang Jianming staggered two steps.

"Grass!" The one who bumped into people screamed, "Cru... crippled 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 had brown hair, followed by a blond companion. Both young men looked panic-stricken that they had caused trouble.

Under the sun, the right hands of the two were covered with a layer of crystal-like substance, which shone like the giant claws of a beast, and this was also the source of the uncomfortable fluctuation.

——This is the extracrystalline skeleton of the new crystal human being, commonly known as the "crystalline bone".

Since the arrival of the black wave radiation brought an end to the old blue star era, whether or not there were crystal bones has become the only criterion for dividing "new crystal humans" and "residual crystal humans".

The crystal bone was quickly drawn back into the body, and the two young men ran over in three steps at a time, and stretched out their hands to help him in a panic: "Student, are you okay!? Both of us thought there was no one—we really didn't mean it!"!"

Jiang Jianming didn't use him to help him, so 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 the crystal bone, classmate, do you feel uncomfortable, dizziness, chest tightness or something...how about I give you a ride?"To the infirmary?"

Jiang Jianming paused, raised his eyebrows and turned around——

He is very thin, and his skin is exceptionally white, almost pale with a little blood.As a result, the shadows cast by the eyelashes and the bridge of the nose are more profound, and this look naturally gives people a delicate and fragile feeling.

However, this feeling only stopped before he raised his eyes.

Perhaps it was because those pitch-black eyes were too calm and tolerant, and his demeanor was too casual, so that the frailty on his appearance was virtually erased, and another kind of breathtaking temperament was brewed instead.

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

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

The brown-haired young man was still in shock, and said to himself: "Damn it, I was scared to death. Why did disabled people come to the first hospital? Where can disabled people take classes in our first hospital?"

His blond companion scratched his hair: "Maybe the little beauty from the Sixth Court 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, thanks to their generosity, they don't care about it, otherwise...damn it, putting crystal bones in front of disabled human beings is according to the laws of the empire.Both of them should be taken to jail."

As he spoke, he raised his legs and walked forward. Unsurprisingly, he quickly saw the bench under the shade of the tree and the white recycling bin beside the bench.

The barrel was quite clean, and on top was the pile of finely printed but crumpled paper.

The brown-haired young man was overjoyed, and couldn't help pinching out the stack of grades, and smiled at his companion: "Oh, there are really people who throw away their grades on the day of graduation, how miserable the exam is."

Human curiosity is always irrepressible.

The two young men flipped through the report card of this unknown classmate with great interest. After reading the first page, they were shocked by the row of low scores and wrinkled their noses, "Tsk tsk...that's true."

Crystal particle manipulation 57 points, actual combat exercise basic 1 62 points, actual combat exercise advanced 50 points, new crystal mecha driving 76 points, shooting basic 79 points...

What a horrible one.

The brown-haired young man was stunned, and flipped a page casually, and there were surprisingly more courses on the report card.

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

87 points for New Crystal Weapon Science, 89 points for Human Evolution, 91 points for Alien Biology, 90 points for Philosophical History of the Old Era...

The two boys looked at each other in astonishment.

The brown-haired young man turned his eyes back to his hands again, and muttered, "This guy's class is really complicated. Which college is it... Fuck! Battlefield psychology is ninety-four? The highest score in this class in our college is likeAre you in your early nineties?"

The blond young man took a deep breath, pointed to a column and shouted: "Spiritual consciousness projection is ninety-two points! ... This is the most difficult main subject in the third hospital, but didn't they say that few people even scored eighty this year??”

The brown-haired young man 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... Tactical simulation confrontation ninety-seven!? Analysis of imperial strategic history one hundred—full score!?"

...That was already the last page of the report card, and next to it was the dean's comments.

Comments, in fact, no matter which department, or even which school, they all have the same format after all: what is the life day, what is good and what is bad, and a polite but routine blessing.

However, on this report card, the comment is a simple but shocking short two lines:

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

"Sincerely recommend that the military make an exception for the entry of core civilian positions."

The two young men stood there in a daze for a long, long time, then they suddenly got excited and remembered to check the name of this report card.

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