Nan zhuxing's night came quietly. After ending his conversation with Yu Xinlan, Meng Jinhuai, who was about to leave, sat back in his office chair. Even though there were still some differences, today, Meng Jinhuai, the Interstellar Prince Charming, finally felt … what it felt like to be dumped.
… It wasn't very satisfying.
Recently, the temperature in Nan zhuxing wasn't high. However, when he was working, Meng Jinhuai's office window was half-closed as usual. Now that it was night time, the temperature outside dropped by a few degrees. While Meng Jinhuai was sitting here thinking, a cold wind blew in through the window.
There was an indescribable sense of desolation in this situation.
After thinking for a while, the general turned on his optical computer again and sent a message to his subordinates. He told them to send him tomorrow's documents in advance.
That's right, after working hard for many years, this was the first time the general was willing to give himself a break.
While Meng Jinhuai was working overtime to deal with the next day's work, Duan Hengye didn't relax either.
Ever since Duan Hengye sent the drafted divorce agreement to Meng Jinhuai, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Even though he knew that Meng Jinhuai was always very busy and might not receive his messages in time, every time a new message was sent, Duan Hengye couldn't help but feel nervous. He would immediately open it.
Time slowly passed by. In order to wait for a reply, Duan Hengye didn't even eat dinner.
While waiting, Duan Hengye opened the backend of Anluo University and replied to all the questions that had accumulated recently in one go in order to divert his nervousness.
Now that he looked at the information box that had been cleaned up, Duan Hangye couldn't help but reach out to rub his eyes. Then, he slowly leaned back against the soft back of the chair. He thought that Meng Jinhuai was busy today and probably wouldn't reply. However, he finally received a new message on his optical computer.
"System notification:
Your divorce application has been rejected. "
"…"
After Duan Hengye saw the message, he went silent.
Why is Meng Jinhuai's response different from what I imagined?
After the message was sent, Duan Hengye imagined countless possibilities in his mind. Among them, Meng Jinhuai readily agreed, and Meng Jinhuai wanted to exchange resources or sign a detailed cooperation agreement. All in all, in his imagination, there was absolutely no possibility of the system directly rejecting the application without any pain or itch.
Meng Jinhuai's response was too calm, right? It was like he didn't reject the divorce application, but a trivial matter in Nan zhuxing.
Duan Hangye finally realized that Meng Jinhuai liked to change the topic like this, or rather, he used a small reply. And Duan Hengye … he couldn't do anything.
Just when Duan Hangye was at his most depressed, Meng Jinhuai's private account finally sent him a message.
Meng Jinhuai said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."
At six o 'clock in the morning in Nan zhuxing, Duan Hengye sat up on the bed on time. Probably because he received Meng Jinhuai's reply last night, Duan Hengye slept so soundly for the first time in a while. When he walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, he found that his hair was messed up …
In any case, Duan Hengye was a person who cared about his image. Plus, there was an important matter to discuss today, so he had to be formal. After seeing his appearance in the mirror, he quickly took advantage of this time to get ready.
Duan Hengye always woke up early. Today, it was not even seven o 'clock when he got ready. However, when Duan Hengye walked out of the bedroom, he found that Meng Jinhuai was waiting for him at the door.
Unlike Duan Hengye, who was dressed very formally, Meng Jinhuai stood outside the door wearing a black turtleneck sweater. He looked very casual. When the two stood together, their styles were very different.
When Meng Jinhuai saw Duan Hengye come out, he smiled at him and said, "You don't have to be so formal, change your clothes." After he said that, the marshal opened the bedroom door again and walked in with Duan Hengye.
The clothes in the bedroom wardrobe were taken care of by specialized robots. The worst clothes were from a luxury brand in the Galaxy. Because Duan Hengye had been thinking about something, he didn't pay attention to the clothes just now. When the wardrobe door was opened again, Meng Jinhuai didn't ask Duan Hengye to choose for himself. Instead, he took out a thick beige coat for him.
"Change into this, it's cold outside." Meng Jinhuai handed it to Duan Hengye very naturally.
Cold outside? When Duan Hengye heard these words, he couldn't help but wonder. If he understood correctly, Meng Jinhuai meant that he wanted to go outside with him? Although he was a little confused, Duan Hengye didn't ask in the end. He listened to Meng Jinhuai's words and changed his black suit into this coat.
"Do you want to go to the study room?" Duan Hengye turned around and looked at Meng Jinhuai solemnly. After hearing his words, Meng Jinhuai gently shook his head and said, "No, let's eat breakfast first."
When did the marshal become so long-winded?
After hearing this sentence, although Duan Hengye kept complaining in his heart, in the end, he walked to the dining room on this floor with Meng Jinhuai. Speaking of which, the last time the two sat together was when Duan Hengye was caught making supper.
Too many things have happened recently, so much that Duan Hengye almost forgot what happened that night. However, after sitting down and seeing the familiar layout of the dining room, what happened that night instantly rushed back to his mind, and then it intensified Duan Hengye's embarrassment.
But it seems that Meng Jinhuai didn't notice this.
After the two of them sat down, the House of the Marshal's robot came over with breakfast. Unlike what outsiders think, in their eyes, the real power center of the Yetian Empire, the House of the Marshal didn't have extravagant meals. Although there were many dishes on the table at this time, the ingredients and processing methods used were not rare.
Duan Hengye hadn't been eating well recently because he had something on his mind. Looking at the dishes on the table, he didn't have much of an appetite.
While Professor Duan was sitting there thinking absentmindedly, Meng Jinhuai picked up a cup of freshly brewed coffee, took a sip, and gently put down the coffee. Then he sat up straight and said to Duan Hengye, "Yesterday's application …"
Finally! After hearing the main point, Duan Hengye immediately perked up and waited for the marshal to continue.
"I was the one who rejected yesterday's application." The marshal said this nonsensical sentence very frankly. After hearing this, Duan Hengye, who had always been very patient, couldn't help but listen. Duan Hengye took a deep breath, then he bit his lips and stared into the marshal's eyes as he said word by word, "You know I'm a spy."
The identity of a "spy" was like a huge poison for Duan Hengye.
It was no exaggeration to say that since he transmigrated into "Toppling Stars", most of the things that Duan Hengye did revolved around this identity. In the middle of the night, he had nightmares about this identity again and again.
Duan Hengye never thought that one day he would confess this matter to Meng Jinhuai in person.
However, after saying this sentence, Duan Hengye realized that regardless of the other party's reaction, his mind actually relaxed a lot. It was like a heavy iron chain was finally untied.
If this was in a movie, after Duan Hengye's voice fell, the strange and heavy atmosphere with the background music would sound.
But this was not the case.
After hearing Duan Hengye's words, Meng Jinhuai didn't speak. On the contrary, he calmly picked up the knife and fork beside him and began to eat his breakfast naturally …
Wait, is the confession of being a spy so unimportant?
After seeing Meng Jinhuai's reaction, Duan Hengye couldn't help but start to doubt his life. After a moment of silence, he decided to give him another dose of medicine.
Duan Hengye sighed softly, then said to Meng Jinhuai, "You know, I once tampered with your mech, I …" Meng Jinhuai's reaction was too calm, and in the face of such a big matter, the calmer the other party's reaction, the more torturous it was.
Duan Hengye was now acting like a prisoner who couldn't bear to receive a confession. There was no torture in front of him.
Just as Duan Hangye was about to make up his mind and say the words "I almost killed you", Meng Jinhuai finally put down his knife and fork. He elegantly picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, then said to Duan Hengye, "I also know that you tampered with my mech more than once. You saved me. "
"…"
Duan Hengye didn't expect that Meng Jinhuai would actually discover the matter of the remote system upgrade. Mech researcher's instincts instantly brought Duan Hengye's thoughts to his own field of expertise — Meng Jinhuai's spiritual power was indeed strong, and his perception of mecha was unparalleled in the Galaxy.
But now wasn't the time to think about this!
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Duan Hengye's emotions became more and more tangled. Since Meng Jinhuai had already said so, he naturally couldn't say something like "Do you know that I once wanted to kill you?" to the other party. After all, this sentence did sound very much like a suicide mission.
Before Duan Hengye could say anything, Meng Jinhuai calmly threw out a poison. "The results of the previous physical examination are already out. There are many special toxins deposited in your body, and the medicine sent to the LDK-300 Research Institute can temporarily suppress the toxins. I think that the toxins came from a type of medicine that has been administered or injected for many years … "
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Duan Hengye's teeth gently bit the inside of his lip. When he tasted a trace of blood, Duan Hengye finally let go of himself.
Duan Hengye didn't expect that before he could even open his mouth, the Marshal had already said the explanation he had prepared beforehand.
… Although it was the truth, wasn't it too considerate of him to help shift the blame?
The dining table was silent for a long time. Meng Jinhuai, who was sitting opposite of Duan Hengye, had been paying attention to his reaction. He saw that the other party was silent and tangled at first, but after a while, he seemed to have figured something out. The way he looked at Meng Jinhuai suddenly had a hint of … moved and admiration.
Moved and admiration?
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Duan Hengye, who had been tangled up for a while, finally came to his own conclusion. After the Nominee incident and the previous battle, the Marshal had completely treated him as one of his own. If this was the case, then in order to ensure future cooperation and not betray the trust of the Marshal, he must not ruin the atmosphere!
"… Marshal, don't worry, I will definitely give you a suitable answer in the future." He even changed the way he addressed the Marshal.
After knowing each other for so long, Meng Jinhuai had never heard his spouse speak so emotionally. However, the emotional direction of the speech seemed to be different from what he had imagined. The current Duan Hangye, no matter how one looked at it, looked like a subordinate who was expressing his loyalty … and not his spouse.
Although he felt that the focus of the two were completely different, after seeing the light in Duan Hengye's eyes, Meng Jinhuai's heart couldn't help but relax.
There was one thing he didn't tell Duan Hengye. Although the composition of the toxin deposited in the body was very complicated and extremely difficult to analyze, the testing agency still found a special chemical in it. It was specifically targeted at a certain area of the brain. When the amount of deposition reached a certain level, the brain's ability to perceive emotions would decrease. Then, the user's temperament would change drastically, and he would become a completely "cold" person.
This was the royal family's consistent method of brainwashing.
In other words, after seeing the increasing content in Duan Hengye's eyes, Meng Jinhuai was convinced that the substance in his body was slowly decreasing.
Duan Hengye didn't know what Meng Jinhuai was thinking. He only saw the Marshal smile at him and said, "Hurry up and eat your breakfast. We'll go outside in a bit."
After expressing their loyalty, the atmosphere between the two of them finally relaxed.
When Duan Hengye heard Meng Jinhuai's words, he naturally looked at him suspiciously. Seeing this, Meng Jinhuai casually said, "There's nothing going on in the military today. If you're willing, you can come and take a look at my mecha."
Meng Jinhuai's mecha!
After hearing these words, Duan Hengye immediately became excited.
All of the Yetian Empire's active mecha came from the Imperial Mecha Research Institute. Just talking about advanced mecha alone, as the place that designed and manufactured them, the institute not only had detailed data on all of the mecha, but also had replicas of them – except for Meng Jinhuai's mecha.
It was the only mecha in the galaxy that could bear the words "one of a kind".
Previously, Duan Hangye had relied on simulation data to study that mecha, as well as remotely update its system. More than once, he had the idea of truly coming into contact with this mecha. However, no matter how much he wanted to, Duan Hengye never mentioned this matter to the other party.
After all, Meng Jinhuai knew that he was a spy. If he suddenly asked to take a look at the other party's mecha, it would inevitably lead to suspicion and unnecessary trouble.
But now, it was different. He had already revealed his identity, and the Marshal had taken the initiative to send this invitation.
Almost as soon as Meng Jinhuai's voice fell, Duan Hengye nodded eagerly and said, "Okay!"
After hearing his answer, Meng Jinhuai nodded. He looked at the almost untouched breakfast on the table and said to Duan Hengye, "Then we'll go after breakfast."
Nan zhuxing was very large, but it also had a sizable resident population. When the military was designing the land under their jurisdiction, they didn't enclose it like the imperial family did on the capital planet. Instead, they rationally demarcated several areas and made a precise and reasonable layout.
For example, as the Marshal, Meng Jinhuai didn't have a private mecha dock. Instead, like everyone else in the military, he used a few public docking areas.
Although the military had entered a semi-holiday mode for the past few days, the soldiers still carried out routine training. After breakfast, Meng Jinhuai went back to change into his military uniform. By the time they officially set off, it was already eight o 'clock in the morning. It was the busiest time of the morning training.
The soldiers training on Nan zhuxing's largest dock had no idea that the Marshal was slowly approaching them.
A small silver hover device appeared on top of the dock. Those who were familiar with it recognized it. A similar model of hover device came from the military. When they saw the hover device, the soldiers who hadn't yet boarded their mechas all stood in place and saluted in unison in the direction it landed.
They guessed that the person inside the hover device was one of the military's officers in charge of daily training.
The area of the dock was extremely large. From the perspective of Duan Hangye, who was in midair, he saw a group of uniformed soldiers turning around in unison. Then, they made a synchronized movement. The scene was truly incomparably shocking …
The hovercraft was descending at a very fast speed. In just an instant, it had already landed steadily on the ground.
Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding soldiers, the silver hatch of the hover device slowly opened. Then, everyone saw a man in a black military uniform walking down from the hovercraft. He stood by the door of the hovercraft and saluted to the surrounding people.
They didn't expect … the person inside the hover device to be the Marshal!
At this time, most of the people training on this dock were grassroots soldiers from the military. Although they were all members of the Nan zhuxing House of the Marshal, they had never seen Meng Jinhuai in person.
Although they were well-trained and were used to seeing big scenes of war and life and death, the moment they saw Meng Jinhuai, they still nervously stood in place.
After sensing the tense atmosphere, Meng Jinhuai, who was in working mode, showed them a rare smile and then nodded slightly.
Duan Hengye walked out of the hover device. Unlike Meng Jinhuai, Professor Duan, who didn't have any military rank, was still wearing the thick white coat that he wore this morning. The soft texture of the coat and the color of Meng Jinhuai's military uniform were completely different. In the eyes of the surrounding people, Duan Hengye had a gentle aura that was completely opposite to the gentle aura of the people at the dock.
Duan Hengye was a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people, but his face was as calm as ever. After he walked out of the hover device, Duan Hengye greeted the people around him.
This … this isn't a dream, right?
The Marshal actually came to the mecha dock with Professor Duan?
The Empire's soldiers regarded mechas as sacred. If the "miscellaneous personnel" here today were anyone other than Duan Hengye, perhaps they wouldn't be so excited. But he just had to be Duan Hengye!
Even though he wasn't a member of the military, Duan Hengye was the designer of the mecha they were piloting. In the hearts of these soldiers, he held a particularly sacred position.
The appearance of two idols at the same time had a lot of lethality.
Even after the silver hover device left on its own, the surrounding people still stared at Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai with reverence. But as they stared, they realized … the Marshal didn't seem to be here to inspect the work as they had imagined.
After the hover device left, Meng Jinhuai walked over to Duan Hengye's ear and said something. Then he turned around and faced the empty space beside him.
What was Meng Jinhuai doing? The onlookers couldn't understand.
After a while, the people who were closer to Meng Jinhuai finally realized what he was doing. The Marshal took out a small seal … Even though the seal's appearance wasn't exaggerated at all, the sharp-eyed people immediately recognized it as the key to Meng Jinhuai's mecha!
Meng Jinhuai gently tossed the seal into the air. Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a silver mecha as large as a skyscraper appeared in front of them! It was like a skyscraper rising from the ground. There wasn't a soldier who didn't recognize this mecha. In fact, in war after war, this mecha that was always at the forefront of the battlefield had become a sacred totem in their hearts.
Compared to seeing Meng Jinhuai with their own eyes, this close contact with the mecha was even more unexpected.
Even though they already knew that the mecha was huge, when they saw it with their own eyes, the people nearby couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Fear was a normal physiological reaction to being looked down upon by a mountain-like object.
Even though Duan Hengye had just seen this mecha up close a few days ago, he was still shocked by it. After seeing Duan Hengye's nervous expression, Meng Jinhuai patted him lightly. "Let's go." He turned to Duan Hengye and said.
A small hover device descended from the side of the mecha's cockpit. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai boarded the legendary interstellar mecha together. The silver-white cockpit door came closer and closer. After the hover device was connected to the cockpit door, Meng Jinhuai took the lead and walked out.
After Meng Jinhuai stood still, he turned to Duan Hengye and made an inviting gesture. Then, he raised his head and said, "Welcome, you are its second owner."
Every mecha pilot viewed their mecha as their life. As a mecha developer, Duan Hengye understood the kind of trust behind these words.
Unable to help himself, Duan Hengye slowly smiled at Meng Jinhuai and then walked into the cockpit of the mecha.
Because he was used to having facial paralysis, Duan Hengye didn't actually know how this smile looked to the other person. In order not to appear strange, or perhaps due to his shyness, Duan Hengye strode past Meng Jinhuai.
In the moment they brushed past each other, he didn't see the other person's expression.
It was surprise and joy — like a child who accidentally found candy in a cupboard.
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