Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Naryn: "..."

"We, we happen to have something... to report." The young officers stepped back embarrassedly, wishing to throw themselves out of the hull to calm down.

Sells said lightly: "That's right, let's talk about it."

"Yes, it is..." The headed tall man blushed, and couldn't find a suitable reason for a while.

Behind him, a short officer tried to poked his head, his eyes peeking in Naron's direction seemingly. Another man, who looked particularly serious, patted the short man on the head as a warning.

The few people made eye contact and exchanged in a silent place.

In this regard, Sells's expression was quite plain: "Welling."

The short officer who poked his head shrank his neck: "Yes."

"you say."

Wei Lin was taken aback for a moment and hesitated, "Adjutant An, Andre wants us, wants us... to inform everyone about the departure."

Ban Cuntou's eyes were dizzy--this kind of reason... Isn't it obvious that things like "departure"?

The starship swayed underfoot, and the nebula outside the window turned upside down, and he could perceive it without any special notice.

It's over, it's over, eavesdropping on the superiors' gossip, and was caught upright, and found an excuse to be so bad at home, he can already foresee what will be waiting for them.

Wei Lin realized it himself, and with a bitter face, he handed his little friend a look in his eyes for help.

Sells: "If you have nothing to do, go and help Hagrid."

The three of them straightened up nervously.

Just kidding, they don't want to wash dishes in the greasy kitchen at all!

Naryn was curious: "Hagrid?"

The serious-faced young man turned his gaze on him: "That is our chef, who has a slightly weird personality, but he has a good craftsmanship. If you have anything you like, just tell me."

Narren: "..." Why does he have a feeling of being pleased deliberately? After correcting his mentality and politely, the prince said that he has no plans to eat for the time being.

Sells thought for a while and took the opportunity to report a bunch of dishes.

Naryn was stunned: "..." All he likes.

The young officer's face also froze, and he said with difficulty: "Today on Monday, Hagrid is not making desserts."

Sells raised his eyebrows.

He immediately changed his words: "No problem, leave it to me."

Sales nodded in satisfaction.

Wei Lin, who was next to him, had a frightened expression, his head no longer dared to turn around, sticking in place like a quail.

The board in front of him didn't even dare to say a word.

Naryn faintly rose up with a strange empathy, and the frightened appearance of the other party made him feel the same. Before getting acquainted with Sells, he also felt that the other party was quite bluffing when they were silent.

The atmosphere is a little anxious.

He coughed.

Sells immediately raised the corner of his mouth and turned to introduce Naren to the three little brothers who were eavesdropping in the corner.

Serious face, like Dia, was born as a mining star, relying on his own strength to pass through the layers of difficulties, came to the imperial capital and passed the "Saree" conscription examination. The shorter one is Waring. He is the youngest member of the starship, and he is also the most free-spirited and troublesome existence.

As for the board Cuntou, it is much more reliable. As a veteran who has followed the Marshal for many years, his friendship with Sells can be traced back to his military school career: he caught the last year before graduation from the male god-level senior and was able to stay far away on campus. Witnessed each other's excellence. After graduating, with a dream of having a good time for the Imperial Army and a love for Sells, he resolutely joined the army... Now that I think about it, he is really too young.

Naryn had actually heard about these people. In the social places of the imperial capital, there would always be people discussing Sells and his confidants. At that time, he didn't like Sells, and naturally he didn't like him. My subordinates, never thought that there would be a day of fun with this group of people in the future.

This is the first time that this kind of meeting is biased towards a "private" nature. The trio expressed a warm welcome to his arrival, as if the gap between him and the military department had never existed before.

Naryn also returned with the same friendly attitude. When he hates a person, he is either too lazy to talk or use harsh words to force him back; and when he is friendly and gets along for the purpose of making friends, the eloquent prince can always say something pleasant.

After a few words, they found that the impersonal prince in the impression was quite interesting. Except for several quarrels with Sells in front of them, and some requests similar to "discussion", the relationship between the two parties is far from evolving to the point of endless life and death.

Waring began to germinate in a solid state, and after a few words couldn't help asking about Naron's intentions.

Sells glanced at him, then set his gaze on the people around him, and he came up with the answer.

"Oh, I want to visit Marginal Star." Naryn's answer was plain, expressive and perfunctory, but it was also polite enough.

As soon as the voice fell, he keenly discovered that Sells seemed to sigh?

Waring had an expression of disbelief, but his teammates stopped his intention to continue talking-the atmosphere was already very harmonious here, and they didn't want to put themselves in the awkward situation of being superior.

The mystery between Charvie and Monte is not simple, if they are not careful, they are easy to take risks. Discussing publicly in front of the parties is obviously a high-risk behavior.

Waring is not a witty teammate, but they are witty enough to reasonably guard against him before he does stupid things.

Ban Cuntou thought of an unremarkable excuse to say goodbye: "Andre is still waiting for me to come to help. The agreed time is almost up, I have to go first."

With a serious face, he immediately said, "Is there a job? I'll help."

Wei Lin turned his head, looked at the two teammates who were looking worried, and hesitated: "Then... I will follow?"

This time Sells didn't embarrass them and signaled that they could leave.

Several people let out a sigh of relief: Sure enough, the chief's gossip is not so beautiful.

——This kind of thing is more suitable for private discussion.

Naryn watched the three of them go away, his eyelids jumped inexplicably, but he was relieved soon. He turned to look at the person beside him, and found that the other person was also looking at him.

A daze flashed across the gray-green eyes.

When I was invited, my head quickly agreed. After I calmed down, I felt something was wrong. But when I think about it, I don't think it's a big deal.

Talking about a relationship will not make you shrink, as if you are doing something shameful.

The next room was cleaned up quickly.

The handling robot moved the luggage over. Naryn bid farewell to Sells and walked into the room, and found that the furnishings inside were not much different from the previous room: a simple single bed, a two-seater sofa, and a coffee table, which looked very simple .

As a person with a plan, he planned to make a travel strategy while on the road. Not long after sitting down, there was movement behind him, the cabinet by the corner moved, and Selsto came in with a bunch of things.

Naryn looked at the door of the room, then at the door of the cabinet, and finally fixed his gaze on the visitor.

There is a secret door on the wall between the two rooms?

He deeply felt that the people who designed the starship had very problematic ideas.

Sells's performance is very calm. He sat next to Narren with a lot of things in his arms, and when he found that he was looking at him, he reached out and touched his furry head.

"???"

The hand on the head quickly retracted.

Naren naively thought that this was just an accident, but until the end of the journey, he realized that Sells, unexpected, and extraordinarily noisy, especially likes to make some innocuous little moves from time to time.

It was almost evening when the two set out, so he planned to rest during the ten-hour journey.

He did go to rest.

Nearing the usual bedtime, Naron reminded someone who had slipped into his room next to him, and was suspected to be settled down.

"I'm going to rest."

After hearing the words, Sells quickly closed the work and left his room with his belongings.

Looks good to talk.

Narren breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the day could finally be over in his sleep.

In fact, this is just the beginning.

It is not easy to fall asleep on a starship. Even if you fall asleep, it is difficult to enter a deep sleep state.

Although the starship tends to be stable, it is inevitable that there will be bumps in the process of traveling. So he woke up halfway through, rolled over, just to meet some dark head.

"!!!"

He slammed backwards, pressed his back to the wall, and kicked the unknown species on the bed with one leg.

In the darkness, the man turned over. Under the dim indicator light, a handsome face with fatigue appeared in Naren's sight.

"Sales?"

He was sure he watched the other person leave before going to bed!

But now?

The cabinet in the corner was opened again at some unknown time, and the narrow single bed was stuffed with two quilts. The owner of the quilt closed his eyes tightly and was lying beside him in a deep sleep.

Naryn: "..."

What he had just made was not small. He not only kicked his foot, but also called out the opponent's name, but Sells showed no sign of waking up.

The previous dark history is still vivid, and he squinted his eyes, feeling that the possibility of the other party pretending to sleep cannot be easily ruled out.

In the dim light, Narren began to observe carefully-as an interstellar idol, Sells’ skin does have maddening capital. The man in his sleep looks extra real, and his posture naturally lies on his back, close to him. I can still hear a slightly heavy breathing.

The picture is very eye-catching, but it cannot conceal the irrationality of the opponent's presence here.

Naryn stood up quietly and sat on the bed sternly.

The time is almost there, and in two hours, it's time to reach the destination. He decided to just wait for Sells to wake up to see what he could explain.

A few minutes later, he yawned and pushed the sleeping person. The other person still didn't respond, lying on the spot motionless unconsciously.

"Anyway, you are a high-risk person in the military. Are you at least vigilant when you sleep?"

Naryn couldn't help but complain inside. The long period of quietness can easily induce sleepiness, and soon he felt his eyelids become heavy.

If he suspected that Sells was awake at first, he was completely convinced by now-the man's disguise was perfect, and his sleeping posture was comparable to himself some time ago.

But he never believed that with such a big movement, Sells could still sleep soundly.

There was a layer of sleepy mist in the green eyes, and the prince was a little annoyed, and poked the opponent's forehead.

"You squeezed me."

Two big grown men squeezed into such a small bed, Sels still occupied two-thirds of the position, and the remaining one-third was not enough for him to stretch his limbs.

Seeing that Sells was still motionless, the prince smiled coldly.

"Well, let's leave it to you."

He crawled out of the quilt, knelt on the bed to tidy up his quilt-the big deal he moved to Sells's room to sleep.

Sells: "..." The marshal who realized the other party's plan moved his body at the right time, pretending that he was about to wake up.

His Royal Highness, who was sleep deprived, did not eat this set, picked up the quilt and planned to cross the pedestrian objects lying in front of him.

"Sleep well, I can see that you like this bed very much."

With that said, he didn't notice that the person under him had quietly lifted a leg, and was accidentally tripped and fell on Sells.

The marshal let out a vague mutter: "What's the matter?"

He shook his head, eyes tightly closed from beginning to end, as if he was disturbed in a deep sleep, he said that he circled the people around, rolled to the inside of the wall, and hid them in a completely trapped way. In his arms.

The room suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.

After a long time, the blushing prince couldn't bear to say: "It's too crowded."

I feel my body is going to be numb.

Sells hovered on the edge of letting go.

Just listen to Narren quietly said: "Change posture."