Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The wedding of Prince Naryn and Marshal Sells was finally held.

After a few months, the marriage proposal ceremony in Vatican City seemed to be still in sight, and the two central figures once again became the focus of public opinion.

But this time, everyone is not as excited as before.

reason?

Oh, only the face of the prince can make their mood rise and fall.

The big brother who threatened to open an ancestral plane to break through the guards was intercepted friendly on the first day of entry. The gossip army tried their best to break through the gates of the evil forces, let alone the prince, even the marshal himself became fascinated by his whereabouts and rarely appeared in public.

Distressed.

If you are a traffic star, this attitude will be severely abandoned by them!

But the marshal didn't care at all, even if they were sloppy, they only exchanged a sonorous "don't show".

Turn black, you must turn black!

And now, the entire empire is circulating reports about the wedding of the two.

There is only one report.

From the solemn military and political departments, the text narrative without any special effects is very suitable for the rigorous and simple style of the state department.

In a certain year, certain month, certain day, the Imperial Marshal Celsmont and Prince Naryn Charvi entered into a marriage contract.

What a succinct official headline, what a usual formulaic tone.

Smile.

This time there is no even the holding hands picture? !

What does the propaganda department do? Have all the emperor insiders been bought off? When did the upper circle of the empire become so united and friendly, wouldn't there be one or two little fighters to stand up and make trouble? What about political opponents? Where is the Marshal's political enemy, come out, hack him!

Sorry, the few so-called political opponents who did not agree with the marshal were the prince himself. ^_^...

No, not for this session of the Propaganda Department.

Excuse me, goodbye.

"What are you looking at?" Sayles' voice came from behind, and Naryn shook his hand, closed the terminal, and regained his senses nonchalantly.

The newlywed Mr. Sells is wearing a nightgown, and the tight muscles are exposed under the collar of the wide open v. The drops of water after the bath have not yet been wiped off, and they slowly slide down the center line and extend down.

Naryn looked away and stretched his leg against his chest when someone tried to sit down.

The low profile of the wedding is just relative to the outside world. In fact, the grand occasion on the wedding day really shocked the participants. The scene when Sells proposed marriage is still vivid, not to mention the joint production of the Monte family and Charvey.

"A lot of people are scolding you."

Sells grabbed his ankle, sat helplessly in the distance, looked at his partner lying sideways on the sofa, and asked, "Say I'm stingy?"

Nato nodded: "Why do they have to see me?" The obsession with this group of people can be said to be very difficult to understand.

Because you look so good-the marshal's eyes were full of meaning, he kneaded his feet in his palms: "Don't pay attention to them, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"..." Narren glanced faintly. Since cohabiting, he felt that he was "falling straight down" towards the inactive rice worms. He said sincerely: "Sometimes I really do it for you. The followers feel worthless."

Sayles asked: "Why?"

Naryn looked down, landed on his "indecent" feet, shook his head and said nothing.

Sells pondered for a moment, curled up his mouth, and said seriously: "Actually, the first follower who confessed to me in person... is now my partner."

Narren: "..." Turning his head, and after confirming that Sells was talking about him, he fell into a silent silence. After a while, he suffocated with difficulty: "I don't believe that Sasha and the others have not confessed to you."

Sayles said, "Girl...maybe there have been subtle hints, but I have never understood them." He blinked, "In contrast, straightforward words are more touching."

straightforward…

Naryn's eyes flickered, and then he heard a long and familiar confession from Sells's mouth.

"I chase you, follow you, admire you... The reason why I use botched lies to discredit you, I just hope that fewer people like you, and fewer, until everyone stops competing with me for your attention..."

Forgive my self-righteousness, Marshal, no one cares more about you than I do.

"...Ciao." Naryn took a deep breath. With his feet closed, the prince who bounced from the sofa cruelly kicked the guy who dared to mention black history.

Sells was still laughing: "Baby, there is one last sentence left."

The angry prince gave a word neatly.

"roll!"

I walked barefoot a few steps, thinking that I was still suffocated, so I walked back in a breezy manner, and said with a cold face: "No more mentions in the future."

Sells nodded hurriedly and said yes.

Naryn narrowed his eyes and emphasized: "I'm serious."

"..." Sells hesitated: "I only mention it to you."

"I don't want to listen."

The sharp-faced prince's ears are red, and this kind of black history is almost killing people!

Sells sighed.

Naryn: "..."

The prince who has just become a married person is full of feelings of being deceived. In some respects, he is the same as those of the Montes who are bewildered by the appearance of integrity. After the goods were delivered, I realized that everything was nothing but an illusion.

nonexistent.

Looking at someone whose face was obviously thickened after marriage, he could vaguely foresee that the next days would be in desperation-this paper-like fragile marriage.

Every time an old thing is mentioned again, he is tempted on the verge of running away from home.

Sells: "..."

The marshal, who felt a cold back inexplicably, quickly pulled his lover into his arms to get warm. Seeing the beautiful gray-green eyes full of disgust, the little liar couldn't figure out how to arrange himself in his heart, he quickly started to coax.

However, the prince is not easy to coax, and it is even more "unruly" after marriage. Only relatives are omnipotent.

After getting another slobber, Naryn refused in his heart and his body was honest. Finally, he pretended to be dead, and decided to take turns driving the big babies in Sells' garage to wake up tomorrow.

The marshal kept kissing on the sofa for a long time.

"Baby, actually I..."

Naryn gasped for breath, "Say."

"Prepared something, we tonight..."

Half a minute later, the marshal ran to the cabinet quickly and found a big box.

Naren flushed and looked inside curiously, with a black line: "What is it?"

Sells: "Beard."

Naryn took a deep breath: "...Okay, I'll grow a beard from tomorrow."

Sells's face stiffened, no, it was different from what he thought. This is an opportunity he specially selected to commemorate the love between the two, and now in retrospect, the "Doni" with a beard is so cute... how wonderful the occasional little taste is.

However, the baby became awkward again, not only tossing away his treasured beard, but also instructing him to roll to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Alas, the marshal who thought he could have an "appetizer" before the meal was lost and helped the prince sort out the nightgown that was torn apart during his kiss, and rubbed the curly short hair before turning into the kitchen.

The owner, Mr. Naren Xalvi, lay on the sofa, turned on the audio-visual equipment, and prepared to relax before dinner. When he glanced at the busy figure in the kitchen, he thought to himself, apart from the dark history that popped up from time to time, which made people feel depressing, in general, life after marriage was quite comfortable.

This day is the day of work.

Naren, who had had enough of her wedding leave, yawned and came to the garage. After a round of inspections, he chose the red sports car. Sells naturally had no objection. After getting into the car, he activated it with one button and pulled the people back to sleep together.

When passing by the gate of the community, I met Mrs. Vader's best friend group who was doing morning exercises.

As the people invited to the wedding, they had already observed the newlyweds in all aspects. Sells and Naryn rolled down the windows and greeted them cheerfully.

A group of grandmothers waved their hands kindly, and when their car disappeared, a heated discussion broke out like a girl.

"Little Charvy is so pretty."

"Closer up is more handsome than the wedding day!"

"They are still holding hands."

"Young man..."

Naryn looked down at the route and raised his eyebrows: "Are you not going to the military headquarters?"

Sells said helplessly: "The Imperial Capital Center College has a symposium, and the alma mater invites me. I have to give a speech."

Narren thoughtfully: "...oh, public figure."

Sells looked at it, and still couldn't help pushing the person into his arms and bullying for a while.

"I don't want to show my face either. Just like me, there are people who speak and give speeches everywhere. Old Marshal Hals' speech is far more wonderful than mine, but..." He shook his head in distress, "Everyone only remembers good-looking people. ."

shameless.

But Naren also understood that it was not Sells deliberately idolizing himself, but the general trend and his appearance.

He bent over to reset the route, and said, "You don't need to send me first, you go to the college, so you can drop in."

Starting from home, passing through the college, and then reaching Naryn's destination, there is no need to make a bend in a straight line. But Sells wanted to send his partner to work, so he had to run back and forth by himself.

Naryn was speechless: "Don't mess around, I'll pick you up when it's over."

The marshal, surrounded by her boyfriend's strength, put his head on Naren's shoulder cooperatively: "Well, wait for you."

Naryn: "..."

The Imperial College is abbreviated as the Imperial College. One of its characteristics is that it is rich in various Mediterranean professors. Due to the strict schooling, almost every year, students who try to eat and wait to die are suspended for repetition, especially the public course examination at the end of the last semester. The difficulty is outrageous, which also led to an unprecedented increase in the number of freshmen at this first-year meeting.

It was the beginning of the school season. The energetic real freshmen and the resentful repeaters gathered together. Listening to the passionate speech of the principal of Mediterranean "Recalling the past and looking forward to the future", I couldn't help being lethargic.

"Today we invited the pride of the Imperial College, the best student of the command department back to school to communicate with everyone!"

Suddenly, the raised voice awakened the students on the edge of the sleepy, yawning one after another, resting their forehead with one hand in thought.

The repeaters in the back row had no sorrow or joy, and they wandered beyond life and death.

I have experienced the same routine twice, but there is still nothing new.

"Maintaining basic expectations is the least respect for the speaker." A man's voice came in his ear.

The student sitting nearby turned his head and saw a man who was obviously not like a college student was sitting alone in a seat near the aisle.

The man was wearing a black suit, sitting with his legs crossed, his gray-green eyes staring at the stage intently.

This is a very... someone who makes people unable to move their eyes. Not only his handsome face, but also an inexplicable special aura. Unlike the group of young students who pretend to be deep, the reserved pride in this man's bones is not something that students can imitate.

When did the Imperial College add such an outstanding professor?

A group of hairy boys were stunned.

"Professor" glanced lightly and said to them: "Listen attentively and look ahead."

"..."

Well, what a powerful professor!

I was glared by those beautiful eyes, let alone listen to the lecture, I am willing to work hard!

Wait—why are the speakers on the stage familiar?

this is not…

"Ah ah ah ah ah!" After a brief silence venue, is difficult to restrain screams.

A powerful sound came into his ears, and the man in the back frowned, as if he was in a bad mood.

"Fuck! It's really the marshal, am I dazzled?"

After seeing the idol, Maotou immediately forgot the strange and beautiful professor aside and asked his companion excitedly.

The companion replied with the same warm greeting: "Yes, yeah! This level is not for nothing!"

"You can see the marshal in your lifetime?"

"Oh my god, the marshal is actually my immediate senior?"

"This seems to be the Marshal's first public appearance after getting married?"

"...We can talk about it without mentioning marriage."

…

Listening to the chattering of the young people around, sneaking in to pay homage to the old prince who gave a speech, his heart was peaceful and peaceful. He confirmed that the people on the stage were still the way they were when they were separated from him. He did not dress up specially, nor did he "scratch his head", sitting on the rostrum with seriousness, it couldn't be more simple.

A good pair of skins really can take a lot of advantage. For example, now, the innocent students underneath would definitely not think that their perfect idol actually had a hole in the sock on their left foot.

Naryn suddenly felt that the world was really full of deceit.

Sells's speech was very successful.

Naren, who has listened carefully to the whole process, is estimated to be the one who has the most say among all the people present. Because except for him, most of the others are immersed in the "beauty" of the marshal, or that they have not recovered from the surprise impact of meeting the idol.

When the speech is over, it is a routine questioning session. Due to the consideration of the speaker's influence, there are not many questioners.

Faced with countless pairs of raised hands, the teacher holding the microphone wittily gave the opportunity to ask questions to the calm-looking students.

Reading countless people, whoever escapes, who is steady, is still somewhat certain.

But the calmness in learning attitude is not linked to the attitude of life. The one selected was a boy sitting in the front two rows of Naryn.

He was so excited that he went straight to the subject with the first sentence.

"Your admirers are countless, why did you choose Prince Naryn in the end? What touched you about him?"

Hand the microphone teacher: "..." Is it worthy of me who handed the microphone to you?

The students are excited, so good! That's it!

Naryn was sitting in distress.

Sells on the stage didn't seem to notice him yet. After thinking for a few seconds, he said: "First of all, correct a word, choose. I don't think being with Naron is a kind of ‘choice’."

Choosing the "only" from the "many" is not something romantic and affectionate, but rather like a superior selection of the best and the inferior. In fact, the so-called “many” is nothing but a strange passer-by to Sells. He has only one “one” from beginning to end.

"When we get married, it is not a choice, but a love."

"..."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and it seemed to be shocked by this answer.

Only Narren narrowed his eyes, pondering how Sells managed to speak love words so naturally outside without changing his face. He supported the arm of the chair and touched his forehead quietly: This guy, it's unbearable to be frank.

It's too numb.

On the stage, Sells' eyes were smiling, and his gaze pinpointed a familiar figure.

"As for what touched me... I can't say." For example, secretly cheering for myself underneath is very popular. ^_^Everyone: "..."

After "not showing", "can't say" again?

Why? !

The marshal smiled mysteriously: "Only I know it."

The audience was silent.

The fanciful possessiveness from the marshal swept across the entire hall of the Imperial Intermediate Court, and all the pure college students present felt the fear of being dominated by dog ​​food.

Forced to become the second in command of dog food production, Naron sat in the back row, listening to all directions, until a student from the Imperial College suddenly sat in the empty seat next to him.

"Teacher, which college are you from?"

teacher?

A glimmer of dazedness flashed through the gray-green eyes, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a group of students on the other side of the aisle looking at him frequently, and then reacted: "Command system."

The student’s eyes lit up: “I’m a driving student next door.”

Naryn hesitated for a while and said, "Hello."

The student blushed: "I heard that the command department is a middle-aged professor in the Mediterranean. I didn't expect there to be a young teacher like you...cough, promising."

Naryn ruthlessly told the truth: "It's a family member." The family of Cels Monte, an excellent student in the command department.

student:"???"

Naren continued: "Today, I made a special trip to accompany him back to school."

The student was silent for a while: "Can I ask what kind of family members it is?"

Naryn raised his left hand and shook the male ring on his ring finger, which was self-evident.

The student's expression was cracked.

Such a good man, turned out to be the partner of one of the greasy Mediterranean groups in the command system?

Naryn failed to realize the despair of the boy's heart broken, and his attention was quickly attracted by the movement of the hall.

Over there, Sells finished his speech and was about to leave, when someone suddenly asked another question.

"Marshal, since you like the prince so much, why don't you reveal some information to the public? Even the wedding is just a text announcement. Do you really like this low-key and sloppy way?"

Sells was unmoved.

"When you get married, you have to hide it. The idea of ​​these celebrities in the imperial capital is really hard to understand." In the face of gossip, the student who had just failed to strike up a conversation was resurrected in half blood, and vomited to Narren, "It's such a mystery, or it's a fake marriage. Either the prince is too ugly to see people."

Narren: "..." Both are missing, you have a lot of thoughts as a teenager.

"But people like the marshal, even if they get married, there will be people who want to marry one after another, right?"

Naryn's eyes flashed: "How to say?"

"Aren't they all who would rather be a tall, poor and handsome lover than a short and rich partner?"

Naryn: "Really?"

The student just wanted to say it for granted, but he thought of the image of the other partner's partner, and stopped abruptly, with a bit of vicissitudes in his expression, tribute in his sadness, and finally the topic was lost.

The discussion around him continued, and Naron really felt the resentment of the masses towards him and...obsession.

He really doesn't like to be reduced to talks by everyone, and thus resists meaningless public meetings; but in today's situation, even if he does not show up, he will still be repeatedly speculated and discussed by countless people.

When "talking money" can't escape, it may even become the largest and longest lasting talk in recent years.

He would not really face the public opinion with a mentality of death and destruction...

Lu faint eyes converged to hide his thoughts.

The discussion in the hall gradually became louder, and Sells had left the scene, looking at the empty rostrum, Naryn also stood up, and gathered his clothes.

"Hey? Are you leaving now?"

Narren said: "He's done things, I should go too."

"So soon..." He was a little bit reluctant, but also a little puzzled: Didn't the professors just start their work on the first day of school? There will be a mobilization meeting for each department.

But it's not polite to ask the bottom line. He tried to curb his curiosity: "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Vinton. I'm glad to meet you."

Sure enough, it's young...

Naren's expression was gentle, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "My name is Naren."

While talking, he raised an index finger and pressed it against his lips, and made a "soft" motion, then slowly bent over, leaned to the classmate’s ear, and slowly said in a gentle tone: "I really should go. Now. Happy school starts."

The sudden approach of the person in front of him caused him to swallow nervously, and then a tall figure broke into his peripheral vision.

The man who was still on the stage not long ago has quietly mixed into the back row at this moment, pulling away the family of the command department sitting next to him.

-Alas.

The two disappeared behind the door in an instant, and faintly heard a dialogue coming.

"Why did the baby come in too?"

"There is nothing wrong in the morning. I have lunch and take me to work."

"..."

"Huh? There is a problem?"

"Of course not. I have nothing to do in the afternoon, as I am..."

…

Can you skip work these days so casually?

No, why the more he looked at him, the more he felt that one of them looked like Marshal Sales? Even the sound is like.

In the distance, Vinton's friends finally calmed down from the discussion and gathered around. This year, the marshal is not the only one who looks good, and the absence of an unreachable idol does not prevent them from focusing on the high-quality beauties around them.

"How about? What college does that professor belong to? What's his name? Oh, he looks pretty."

"He was taken away? Who?"

"Which college is it? Is it the senior?"

…

After a rush of inquiries, the friends became impatient.

"Vinton, why don't you speak!"

The hard-pressed college student who was named shook his face and pointed tremblingly at the door of a certain exit, his voice sounding like a gossamer.

"He was taken away by the marshal."

"The marshal left the field long ago, you just...wait! What did you say??"

Vinton turned his distracted gaze at the nearest partner, and asked sincerely: "Naren... why is this name so familiar?"

"..."

A few stunned faces.

In the next second, the little friends rushed out one after another, with strange brilliance on their faces. The last one turned his head as he ran, and shouted at Vinton who hadn't reacted with full anger: "That's the prince! Alive!"

Vinton: "Hey?"

…

-Fuck.

The students who were close craned their necks and looked back.

"what's the situation?"

"I seem to hear someone say...Prince?"

"Just talk, he won't show up in front of us anyway."

Vinton stood up abruptly and shouted at countless classmates in front of him: "I was sitting next to the prince just now!"

"—Bound by side" The whole hall echoed his last words, surrounded for a long time, and the effect was amazing.

Thousands of eyes blinked in a simple way. After a long time, they could not sit still.

On that day, a grand spectacle appeared in the hall of the Imperial Intermediate Court: countless first-year freshmen suddenly rushed out at a certain moment, ignoring the roaring teacher behind them, waving their arms, their eyes flashing strange lights, and yelling at Chase and play in the campus...

-It shouldn't be such an exaggeration, but there are indeed a lot of students chased out.

As he progressed, he joined the senior elder sister who didn't know the truth in the middle. Several of them raised the terminal with horror on their faces, and recorded images, which seemed to be used as evidence for the report.

It's a pity to come out late in the end.

The first group of Vinton friends who rushed out only saw two tall and slender figures, holding hands, and disappearing into the corner when they were dazzling. After chasing them out, there was nothing left.

Not to mention, the latter group caught up.

Looking at the empty space, one of them comforted.

"Don't be lost, we saw it anyway."

"...This is better than them."

There is no harm if there is no comparison. The second group of people who heard the news felt that they had been hit hard.

Several people looked at each other again and read the same information from their eyes.

"Actually, it's a good match. I'm going to be jealous of the marshal."

"As long as it's not the Mediterranean Sea from the command line." Vinton appeared ghostly behind them, his expression was deep with a little relief. It's really a very low-key life interest to come secretly to listen to a partner's lecture or something. Prince, cute, want.

Vinton: "I finally found something in common between myself and the marshal." Little friend: "What?"

Vinton said seriously: "The vision of choosing a mate."

"..."

Wake up, you don't call mate selection instead, but the toad wants to eat swan meat!

During the conversation, a red sports car stopped behind him.

The still innocent freshmen took a few steps sideways to avoid being scratched by the car.

The window of the car slowly rolled down, and Prince Naryn Charvy put his hand on the edge of the window, with a few curled hair ends curled up, looking at the enthusiastic group of college students, and said lightly: "Don't chase, yours. The marshal is going back to dinner with me now."

"..."

A group of vigorous young people stood quietly by the side of the road, paying attention. It wasn't until the window was rolled up and the car drifted away that they held their heart in hindsight.

—The shock of the face value is too intense, I feel like I can't breathe!

Sayles said: "Although I have graduated for many years, I remember that the beginning of the year meeting will be held all morning...As someone who has passed by, I think I should remind them that each meeting of the Imperial Court has attendance points, which are very valuable. ."

Naron asked: "Then why don't you say anything?"

His response was the marshal's meaningful smile.

Before Naron was unwilling to show up in person, Sells hid the people tightly; now that Naron changed his strategy, he also changed with it.

The solemn-faced Marshal had already figured out how to spread dog food to the entire empire implicitly and politely after returning.

Naryn said with a straight face: "After waiting for a while, they won't discuss it in the future, right?"

The prince, who is reluctant to "show", feels awkward.

Sells cooperated: "Um...probably not."

Even the speaker himself didn't believe this. He turned his head and sighed, faintly feeling that in the future, the little fans would turn to the wall, and he would have countless images of rivals out of thin air.

But Naryn was really relieved.

When dealing with other people's obsessions, you still have to be satisfied once in a while, so that you can be let go.

On the second day, the video of the first-year freshman meeting of the Imperial Capital Central College circulated wildly on Xingwang.

The video location is not the hall, but a driveway near the hall.

The man behind the window is handsome and noble, not inferior to the former imperial idol Marshal Sales.

Immediately afterwards, on the Marshal’s social platform, strange things began to appear frequently, such as "Dear cooking for the first time", "I still have to pick up my dear from get off work today" and "My dear wore the wrong shirt." …

Everyone went from excitement and difficulty, to numbness and expressionlessness at the end, and it only took a short period of one month.

Princess Sasha, who has been silent for a long time, is active again on the star network.

"Already blocked, goodbye, my youthful and ignorant dream."

Today's Xingwang is still thriving and full of vigor.