MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 33
Eventful autumn.
This is a word that Shang Ping wrote in his diary, and it is also the word that appeared most in Shang Ping's mind in the year 1128 of the Galaxy Calendar. Although he can record his daily moments through his portable intellectual brain, even the smallest details will not be missed, Shang Ping is still used to picking up a light pen and writing down every word that records his mood with his heart.
For Shang Ping, watching the black font flowing under the tip of the pen is a quiet and very enjoyable thing. It also allowed him to recall the bits and pieces of his previous life in this world surrounded by technology and various intelligent materials. He didn't want to cherish something, but he just didn't want to forget that he was a person from the earth, the blue planet. It is the birthplace of mankind and the great mother who has disappeared into the abyss of the universe.
Although this mother has been killed by her own child, how ironic.
When he stopped writing, Shang Ping put his chin on one hand and looked out the window. Although the rain had stopped, the sky was still gray. The things he encountered in the library before could not make him feel happy, even Austin's silent comfort, It just relieved Shang Ping's suddenly tense nerves. It was not until that moment that Shang Ping realized how important Uncle Edgar was to him. Uncle Edgar was his adopter, teacher, his father, teacher, and friend. Edgar had done so much for him other than what he was supposed to do as an adopter of war bones. Shang Ping couldn't stand Edgar being so slandered by irrelevant people, not at all.
"I thought my temper was getting better..."
Shang Ping sighed and lay down on the table. Some were annoyed at what they had said before without thinking, but unexpectedly they didn't regret it at all. If he experiences that kind of thing again, Shang Ping will still rush over, but next time, he will not just say a few words that are not painful, he will let those who slander Uncle Edgar know that the calamity What does it mean to come out of the mouth?
John walked into the bedroom, and what he saw was this scene with a slightly gloomy atmosphere.
"Shang Ping? Have you had dinner?"
"Ate."
Shang Ping still didn't get up. John had just returned from the single-player fighter practice warehouse. The simulated battle was so hearty that he forgot the time and missed dinner. Had to eat dry flat bread.
While tearing open the wrapping paper, John sat next to Shang Ping, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
It's news time now. This is a must-see program for the students of the Madoff Military Academy. Although they prefer the fighting and entertainment programs in the future, they also need to prepare for the random inspection of the college. They can only yawn helplessly. Looking at the stiff faces on TV that have remained unchanged for many years, he read the manuscript written in advance according to the book.
"Really... did the people who made the show have no brains? My dad told me that this virtual announcer existed when his dad was at the Madoff Military Academy. Decades of using this kind of intelligence It’s just an avatar, but at least it can make it more attractive? Why is the reporter who is dispatched to interview with a **** beauty, but the one sitting here broadcasting the news is a bald monster with big eyes!”
While biting his bread, John criticized indignantly. This was something he had to do every time he watched the news, and Shang Ping was used to it.
Twenty minutes have passed since the news time, as long as you endure another ten minutes, you can have a happy show.
However, just as the announcer's mechanical voice was about to come to an end, an emergency message suddenly jumped into the eyes of Shang Ping and John.
"...The President of the Republic of Seth, Liu Xi, suddenly appeared in front of the city hall. There was no news before his trip. The purpose..."
Shang Ping was stunned for a moment, while John was about to put his face on the TV.
isn't it?
The picture on the TV was a little shaky. Obviously, the sudden arrival of Liu Xi has caused a rare rush to the news media in the Mars military regime. The camera lens was in the crowded crowd, and it was impossible to clearly capture the black man. In a suit, the figure of a man as elegant as the nobles of the ancient earth era.
All right.
At this moment, Shang Ping, after being surprised, looked at John, the poor big man, his eyes were glued to the TV screen. Shang Ping believed that if he dared to cut off the TV signal at this moment, John would most likely fight him.
However, I really want to do it.
"John Jonathan," Shang Ping saw that John was completely unresponsive, and patted John's shoulder hard, "Congratulations, your expectations for the next 25 years may have been realized ahead of schedule."
"Expect, expect..."
John repeated the word until the picture on the TV became more and more chaotic, and finally stood up, opened the door and rushed out. Shang Ping chuckled, leaning back lazily on the back of the chair, holding his chin and counting in his heart, sure enough, within a minute, John appeared at the door again dejected.
"Dear John, let me guess, did you just want to rush to City Hall in a feverish mind?"
John's silence was tacitly acknowledging the truth.
"It turned out to be driven back by the laser cannon at the school gate?"
"Yeah, if I didn't dodge fast, I would have been shot through several holes."
John was clearly competing with the laser cannons erected at the school gate to prevent students from sneaking away. Shang Ping thought that John was very interesting. Funny enough to make him want to help him.
"John, in fact, you can go out with integrity."
"how?"
"You know I bought a bar last time I went to see Uncle Edgar?"
John is not stupid, but he is slightly less clever than Shang Ping and Austin. After listening to Shang Ping's words, I understood the meaning of Shang Ping's words after a while.
"You want me to ask for that woman's face? Never mind!"
"Well, indeed, I don't agree either. After all, you've always disliked the privileged class, so you can just pretend that I didn't say it."
"Shangping..."
"kindness?"
"I want to beat you."
"Please, but before that, think about the consequences."
The poor big brown-haired man could only lie down on his bed in a muffled voice, but Shang Ping, who was in a good mood, began to seriously consider whether he should go to Austin.
Liu Xi's sudden appearance caused a considerable confusion. More and more people from the media gathered in front of City Hall, including Madoff Military Academy, which was also appointed by President Gus. Although some instructors and professors objected to this, they were just a military academy, and there was no point in doing such a thing. But Gus, who was born a politician, is still going his own way. According to Gus, even if he can't meet with President Liu Xi alone, he must get the purpose of the young president's sudden appearance in Mars at the first time. Obviously, he could never have arrived through formal channels, otherwise this scene would never have appeared. It's just that no one would utter the word "smuggling" in the first place, even if it were the truth.
"At least, we can use this as a case to tell the students. As a successful superior, sometimes, you don't need to stick to the rules."
"But, Headmaster..."
"Instructor Xu, what the Madoff Military Academy needs to cultivate is not just soldiers who know how to charge and act recklessly. As educators, we must know that what we want to cultivate are talents with clear minds, cunning and resourcefulness, as well as outstanding physique! Yes, I'm not a natural soldier, I'm a politician, and I'll do whatever it takes to get my own way. But as the president of the Madoff Military Academy, I know exactly what I'm supposed to do. The same goes for that young president !"
Principal Gus's bloated body was squeezed into a large office chair, and the extra fat on his face squeezed his facial features into a ball. It's just that occasionally a sharp light flashes in those tiny eyes. As a politician without a military background, it is not without reason that he will be appointed as the principal of the Madoff Military Academy. Even if there are some unsightly means in the middle, that does not change the fact that he now has the status of principal. .
The instructor was finally persuaded by Principal Gus, gave a standard Mars military salute, and left the principal's office.
Maybe Gus won't be a qualified headmaster, but he's doing his best to make him eligible for this seat. Even if that effort still doesn't work in the end, it can still prove that he also has the tenacity and stubbornness of the Mars people.
Liu Xi, who caused this confusion, is sitting in the office of David South, the commander-in-chief of the Mars Space Fleet, with his slender fingers brushing the black hair that fell on his forehead. To give people the impression of women, this young president is born with the imposing manner of a superior.
It was the first time that David South had a face-to-face conversation with Liu Xi. Before, the communication was mostly carried out by diplomatic letters or communicators. This time, David truly felt the irresistible charm of Liu Xi and the tenacity that he would never give up until his goal was achieved.
"Your Excellency, pardon my offense, you are more of a Marthian. At least when it comes to doing whatever it takes to achieve your goals."
"I will take this as a compliment to me, Lord Commander."
Liu Xi's gentle smile instantly added the affinity of that handsome face. David South had to admit that although Liu Xi's trip was too hasty and what he did seemed reckless, he did achieve his goal. Under the circumstance of being surrounded by foreign enemies, it was impossible for Mars to keep the President of the Republic of Seth out of the door, and they had to ensure Liu Xi's safety while he stayed in Mars.
This also indirectly shows a message that is more true than false.
Mars and Seth have become close after the battle with the Golden Empire space fleet.
This realization annoyed David South, who tried to find the loophole, but found it was futile anyway. It's no wonder that Mr. Martin, the consul, hid in the room and left the matter of hosting the young president to himself.
Sure enough, politicians are a bunch of cunning foxes!
