Duan Hengye couldn't help but open the box and take out the medal. The medal was made of an unknown material. It was very small, and it felt slightly cool when placed in his palm.
Meng Jinhuai's voice wasn't loud. The person in charge of the school standing opposite them only heard him say, "Remember?". However, it was different for the audience in the live broadcast channel. The floating camera that was busy working around the two of them had a powerful recording function, and Meng Jinhuai's words were clearly recorded.
Anyone who paid attention to the story of Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai knew that the two met many years ago. Since then, the Marshal had never forgotten about them. Suddenly, the "love at first sight" romance story had a sequel. Even those who wanted to use the live broadcast to pay attention to the situation forgot what they were doing.
The audience couldn't help but wait for Duan Hengye's response. The only person who was more nervous than the audience … was Duan Hengye himself.
There was a small pin on the back of the medal. It pricked his hand slightly. After receiving it, Duan Hengye looked at it and flipped the medal over. This was originally a very ordinary action. However, immediately after, the billions of people in the galaxy saw … Duan Hengye's eyes suddenly widen. The hand holding the medal also trembled slightly.
Even during the life and death situation that day, Duan Hengye's facial expression didn't make any major mistakes.
"What's wrong?" Meng Jinhuai asked softly.
The man's question temporarily pulled Duan Hengye back to reality. He slowly tightened his grip on the medal, then steadied his breathing and said, "Nothing … Thank you …"
As Duan Hangye spoke, it could be heard that his breathing was very unstable. For the first time, Meng Jinhuai looked deeply at Duan Hengye. He didn't smile at him like he usually did. Instead, he nodded calmly.
This atmosphere is wrong! Something was very wrong!
Duan Hengye's trembling when he spoke just now was too obvious, but anyone who saw this scene couldn't ignore it. As for the audience members who were familiar with the way Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai interacted with each other, they immediately realized that something was wrong with the two men.
Unfortunately, this event will not be broadcasted live. The previous attack was considered a large-scale livestream incident on the Star Web. After the incident, the House of the Marshal and the Empire contacted the person in charge of the livestream at the time. The media, which had just been scolded by the upper echelons of the Empire because of the livestream incident, were naturally not stupid. After seeing the strange expressions of the two, they immediately decided to stop the livestream.
Although viewership ratings were important, they couldn't be compared to the quality of live streaming …
The people who were watching the live broadcast realized that there were still more than ten minutes left on the live broadcast timer at the corner of the screen, but the broadcast was cut off at this point.
So what was going on with these two people's abnormalities? The more they couldn't see something, the more curious they were. When the live broadcast signal on the Star Web was cut off due to a "malfunction", the discussion section instantly exploded.
At this time, on the Nominee's Planet, the person in charge of the school also felt the strange anger between the Marshal and his wife. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Just as everyone was nervously waiting for Meng Jinhuai's reaction, the Marshal unexpectedly didn't say anything. He walked into the building according to the original plan, while Duan Hengye, who was standing next to Meng Jinhuai, paused for a moment. Then, he slowly tightened his grip on the medal in his hand, then loosened it again.
The irregular shape of the medal left an obvious red mark on Duan Hengye's palm. He lowered his head and looked at it again. He saw that on the back of the medal, there was a small Chinese character engraved.
If one took a closer look, they would be able to recognize that the character was "Heng".
The important thing was that the character "Heng" wasn't printed in an ordinary font! It was … Duan Hengye's own handwriting.
The moment Duan Hengye saw it, a chill suddenly spread from his palm to his entire body. In his previous life, Duan Hengye was born into an ancient martial arts family. His calligraphy skills were from elementary school to adulthood. After twenty years, Duan Hengye had already developed a strong personal style of writing.
Although the character "Heng" wasn't rare, it definitely wasn't common either. If Duan Hengye's memory wasn't wrong, from the moment he transmigrated to this world, he shouldn't have written this character anywhere.
So, why would his own character appear on the medal that the original owner gave Meng Jinhuai ten years ago?
Duan Hengye couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried.
From the moment he received the medal, Duan Hengye was clearly absent-minded. He put the box that was originally used to hold the medal into his pocket, still holding it tightly in his hand. Because he used too much strength, Duan Hengye's palm was soon pierced with a circle of blue marks.
At this time, the two of them had already entered the school's history room. Duan Hengye saw the person in charge talking, but his ears didn't hear anything. At this time, Meng Jinhuai, who had been listening attentively, suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Duan Hengye.
Duan Hengye's absent-mindedness was too obvious. It was hard for the surrounding staff members to not notice. But because of the other party's identity and the strange atmosphere between him and Meng Jinhuai, they pretended not to notice. Now that Meng Jinhuai stopped, the staff member who was explaining immediately stopped talking. He looked at his colleague and silently took two steps back.
Unexpectedly, the terrifying scene they imagined didn't happen.
Meng Jinhuai turned around and sighed softly at Duan Hengye. Then, he took two steps forward and stood in front of Duan Hengye. The distance between them was too close. Duan Hengye's hand, which had flown to the side, was pulled back.
Before he could say anything, he saw the Marshal slowly grab Duan Hengye's hand that was holding the medal tightly and pull it up.
Meng Jinhuai's palm was dry and warm. It was a sharp contrast to Duan Hengye's cold body. "Be careful of your hand." The Marshal's tone was as usual. After hearing his words, Duan Hengye couldn't help but loosen his grip on the medal a little. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Jinhuai gently pulled his finger up and took out the medal.
"Your palm is already bruised," Meng Jinhuai glanced at it and said, "Remember to take care of it later." Then, he returned the medal to Duan Hengye's hand.
The tour continued, but miraculously, after Meng Jinhuai took the medal out of Duan Hengye's hand, he finally came out of his daze. Duan Hengye slowly put the medal and the box back into his pocket. It was only then that he realized that he had been holding it too tightly. When he regained his focus, the soreness in his palm came in waves.
Duan Hengye couldn't help but gasp softly. Then, he quickly caught up with the tour group.
The school's history museum wasn't big and there weren't many high-tech products inside. However, in the eyes of a transmigrator like Duan Hengye, it was full of mysteries. In the space of three to four hundred square meters, there were 3D moving pictures of the history of this place everywhere. Shuttling through them really made one feel like they were there.
Seeing that Professor Duan had returned to his normal state, the staff member who was supposed to explain to him finally heaved a sigh of relief. He walked up to him and introduced him one by one. Duan Hengye was very interested in interstellar history. However, due to the severe lack of basic education of the original owner, Duan Hengye didn't know much of the content that was considered "common knowledge" by others.
Although Duan Hengye didn't seem to be easy to get along with, after a while, the staff member slowly realized that Duan Hengye wasn't as cold as he seemed. On the contrary, he seemed to be extremely curious about many things.
This staff member had always admired Professor Duan. Seeing this, he became even more motivated to work. Even when Meng Jinhuai was chatting with the person in charge, the staff member who was explaining to Duan Hengye suddenly suggested that he turn back to take a look.
From the moment he entered the hall, Duan Hengye's mind was wandering. The staff member guessed that because Duan Hengye kept his head down, he might not have seen the exhibits at the door at all.
After hearing this suggestion, Duan Hengye thought for a moment and nodded. He followed the staff member back.
The exhibition hall wasn't big, so the two returned to the entrance after a while. When Duan Hengye saw the number that represented the year in front of him, he immediately understood that the content displayed in front of him was focused on the years when the Selector War was about to end.
For some reason, Duan Hengye was a bit sensitive to the year.
The enthusiastic staff member didn't notice that Duan Hengye's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"… Selector Star and General Duan Hengye are very fated. General Duan Hengye's parents fought for many years to recover Selector Star." He began to seriously introduce the photos here.
Because he was far away from the crowd, Duan Hengye could only hear the staff member's voice echoing in his ears. On the long black corridor, the moving photos of Selector Star flashed in front of Duan Hengye one by one. Looking at the constant changes in the timeline, Duan Hengye's mood became nervous again for no reason.
The staff member walking in front stopped and smiled at Duan Hengye. "General Duan Hengye lived on Selector Star for a long time when he was a child. The medal in your hand was accidentally left here at that time."
After the staff member finished speaking, the originally dark corridor in front of Duan Hengye lit up again and a photo appeared in front of him.
The background of this photo was the white building where Duan Hengye was now. Probably because it was during the war when the photo was taken, there were more than a dozen black mechas parked next to the building.
Slowly, the camera moved forward. Duan Hengye saw a young man in a black military uniform standing under one of the mechas. Although there was still a hint of immaturity in his eyes that could not be ignored, the young man's charm could already be seen.
"Professor Duan, I believe you already recognized him. This is General Duan Hengye in the photo …" The staff member stepped forward and introduced him.
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