When Jiang Jianming left Garcia, went down from the second floor to the first floor, and opened the door of the dormitory, two good roommates greeted him.

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

The faces of the two of them looked like ghosts in the daytime, and they gathered around tremblingly to ask questions.

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

Since His Royal Highness minded, he didn't need to talk nonsense in front of outsiders: "It's the second prince Garcia, probably twins with the prince...they really look alike."

"It seems that there is nothing important to come to our dormitory in the middle of the night. Maybe the second prince has a habit of taking a walk late at night."

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

"Me? I was taken away by him... Cough, transferred away, I won't live here in the future."

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

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

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

"Xiao Jiang."

Tang Zhen stopped him from behind, with a complicated expression on his face: "I heard that some new military officers who have been outstanding in the past have finished their adaptation period ahead of schedule and were awarded ranks to join Yin Beidou before the completion of a year. Are you..."

Jiang Jianming chuckled when he heard the sound, he leaned against the door and looked back at Tang Zhen, then waved his hand.

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

"Catch up early."

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

"Lost? Dumped by roommates."

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

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

Just now, he seemed to see the fifteen-year-old black-haired boy back then, chuckling in the setting sun, pushing the door out of the tactical simulation confrontation classroom of the Keos Military Academy.

Later, he chased after him, and as a roommate with the disabled for five years, he also walked out of the mud 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 firmer.

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

...

After packing up his things, Jiang Jianming politely sent a message to Lieutenant Colonel Huolin, and explained to Lieutenant Colonel Huo Lin's indescribable expression that he followed His Royal Highness since then.

After hanging up the communication, checked the time, and it was almost noon.

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

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

The opposite person straightened up and raised his face, it was actually Joe Brown.

"Jiang...Jiang Jianming!"

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

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

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

Joe stared 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, these days are too chaotic, I have already forgotten about it."

Qiao laughed dryly: "You...don't be joking...even if you say something, I won't blame you."

"..."

Jiang Jianming frowned slightly. He thought that he had a good temper most of the time, but it was really difficult to communicate with a person like Joe who was completely trapped in his own world when he got excited.

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

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

The young man stared wide-eyed, his lips twitched: "Wait...Jiang Jianming, you, you help me, please ask 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 in surprise: "Do you really want to stay in the Yinbei Dipper? In the distant interstellar, such emergencies can happen at any time, and being repatriated can at least save your life."

Big cold sweat broke out on Joe's forehead: "Then, why not 'return', at least, at least the same as Bemaner..."

So Jiang Jianming came to a sudden.

As in the case of Bemaner, officers or soldiers returning to the empire for medical treatment due to special reasons such as injuries belong to "repatriation".With a reputation and a subsidy, he is a hero who has shed blood for the empire.

Most importantly, the "repatriation" of Yinbeidou is reversible. If the physical and mental state after recovery can meet the army's standards, the soldiers who are sent back can choose to return to Yinbeidou at any time.

However"

"Repatriation" is not very pleasant. Directly depriving you of your military rank and forcibly retiring from the military is equivalent to directly stamping a "disqualified" big red badge, kicking you back to the empire, and staying where you came from.

So... Dare to be afraid of losing face.

"Jiang, help me... You also know that I didn't do it on purpose! 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 on to Jiang Jianming's wrist, his forehead was red, and he muttered in pain, "I... I had a hard time... I got it from that poor and backward Star City... I don't want to go back,I do not want……"

"Silver 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 heard the creak of his wrist, "Let go of me, you hurt me very much."

He looked around, but there was no one.Now is the time to adapt to the daily training of officers, and other officers and soldiers will not walk in this area.

So Joe is entangled here, and there is no way to expect someone 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 won't be able to raise my head anymore!!"

"I will be Byakugan for the rest of my life, 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 corridor.

"Such a rotten star city, I crawled out after studying hard at school..."

In his own laughter, he seemed to see the barren star city far away from the imperial capital, 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 star has a harsh climate and often has big sandstorms. Over the years, more and more residents have chosen to move out.

Perhaps very soon, like the current Blue Mother Planet, it will become a site with only historical significance, a dead star solidified into a time-scale sample.

But not everyone can move away. Interstellar relocation requires a lot of money, and the procedures for relocating to the Star City are also very troublesome.

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

Some only have daily necessities for subsistence, boring and repetitive days.

On the day he was admitted by Yin Beidou, his classmates who had always laughed at him for being stupid in studying were dumbfounded, and the neighbors came to appreciate him with smiling faces, and his parents almost fainted from surprise.

It was a sunny day with no sandstorms, no malfunctioning sanitation robots, and no gangsters looting the streets.

What a happy dream that was...

But now a bucket of ice water was poured down, waking up from the dream.

Reality makes a comeback.

Joe broke down and yelled: "Why, why the fuck is this the only thing that happens to me...!"

"Joe." Jiang Jianming lowered his voice.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he vaguely saw some bright particles flashing in the void in front of him, hanging on the arm that Joe raised.

Jiang Jianming fought hard almost instinctively, and Joe, who was holding his right hand, was taken sideways.

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

"Ah!——" Joe screamed, covering his bloody palm with a grim face.

The murder weapon that suddenly appeared was a red-gold true crystal.It was slender and sharp, it condensed in the void for less than a second before dissipating into invisible particles again.

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

Jiang Jianming remained silent, but his lowered eyelashes trembled, and he turned around to look.

No one behind.

"You...you..." Joe covered his dripping bleeding hand, his teeth were shaking, and he looked at him in horror.

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

He sighed helplessly, and said to Joe: "I'm sorry, someone is really waiting for me. You should calm down and deal with the wound. If you really have something to say, let's talk about it at another time."

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

"I also know... I came out of that kind of rubbish place, and I am already rubbish myself."

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

His eyelashes were still drooping, his expression was gentle, and there was a kind of peace and tranquility between his brows that didn't match his age.

He said in such a gentle voice:

"You are too arrogant."

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

He almost doubted his ears.

Jiang Jianming: "Aren't you the only one in your school who was admitted by Silver Beidou?"

"So, when you say you are trash, do you think other people are worse than trash in your heart?"

"Me!" Joe froze suddenly.

As if a thunderbolt hit the top of his head, the blood color faded from the face of this Masi youth, and he stared blankly.

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

Jiang Jianming calmly called Joe's surname, and he didn't look back, "In this world, it's not who you think is garbage, who is garbage—you are not, and neither are the residents of Mars Star City."

"You are just ordinary people."

"Ordinary people, are they such existences that you despise?"

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

In the empty aisle, Joe stood absent-mindedly like a puppet.

He looked at Jiang Jianming's back, looked at it, as if waking up from a big dream, his lips began to tremble.

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

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

That's right, after getting unexpectedly good grades in the exam, he signed up for the supremely glorious Yin Beidou without even thinking about it, but he never thought that he could take this opportunity to take his parents to work in a better Star City, so that he can work hard.to live.

He never thought that he could not become a soldier who risked his life and fought bloody battles, but he could also become a small businessman, doing honest business honestly; or become a mecha master, diligently tightening every screw.

You can't be an imperial hero, but you can be a good son, husband, and father.

The reason why he never thought about it...

That's not because of inferiority complex, but because of arrogance.

Salty tears streamed down the corners of his mouth, and the aisles of the fortress were empty, and Joe buried his face in his hands.

A few seconds later, the young man turned around and pressed his forehead against the cold wall, a broken sob 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, faintly, as if 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 was standing there, the prince's eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and he was looking at him steadily.

"Your Highness?" Jiang Jianming tilted his head, and a few strands of black hair fell out with his movements.

He walked up to Garcia and stood still, raised his brows and eyes funnyly, and said quietly: "It's okay if you want to watch a play, but... isn't it good for the audience to beat the actors on stage?"

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

After all, the prince turned around and walked forward naturally. Jiang Jianming who was next to him gave a low laugh, and also raised his heels naturally.

Garcia then glanced sideways at Jiang Jianming.

He seemed to have thought about it, and added more rigorously as if nothing had happened: "It hurts."