Zerg’s Favorite Protagonist

"Ping, long time no see." Sardin said with a smile.

In the cafe, Ping's mind wandering was interrupted. At first glance, Sardin, who had arrived late, was already sitting opposite.

Looking at the marks on Sardin's neck, his flat eyes darkened, and he turned to look at his brand-new military uniform and said, "...It's been a long time since I saw you, but you don't need to wear a military uniform!"

Pingdao: "Is that what your Lunar New Year film asked for? It's been half a month, and it should be finished sooner according to the schedule?"

"Half an hour ago, I just finished filming," Sadin took a sip of warm water and said, "By the way, I asked you about it in the message before, are you interested?"

Ping trembled, clenched the coffee cup, and said, "You said that you can get promoted faster, is it really possible?"

"How have I ever bluffed you?" Sadin rolled his eyes, put down the cup, and said, "To be on the safe side, I also asked several major generals and seniors in the military region, and they all said that since you were transferred to an extra-star position, it would be better to apply for a permanent job directly. Stay here, and when you come back, you will be prepared by the major general, which is worth living on this land for fifteen or twenty years.”

Ping took a sip of coffee, but didn't taste it, and said, "For such a good thing, there must be a lot of applicants, right?"

"If you're interested in that, I promise you can apply for it, don't worry," Sardin said, "However, this permanent residency is a real permanent residency. You have to stay outside the star for at least three years, any time of the year. Stand by."

"...Three years, that's really long enough." Ping pursed his lower lip and drank the coffee cleanly.

Rarely did Sardin not fight Ping Ping, but waited for Ping to finish his coffee, and told him all his worries all the time: "Actually, I suggest you agree to this matter, after all, your hero has already started a blind date, and you have to do it for the future. I plan, if I can't be a female monarch, I still have to plan for the future in the military."

Ping said: "I understand what you said, but..."

Sardin understood his feelings and said softly, "Sometimes, you have to be ruthless."

"Two choices, which one is not cruel enough?" If he goes, he won't see Sheng An for at least three years;

He was relieved, saw Sadin, laughed again, and said, "I just want to be like you."

"Like me?" Sardin was confused.

"Yeah," Ping pointed to the red mark on Sardin's neck and smiled, "Like you, I have always been favored."

Sardin hurriedly tightened his collar, annoyed, and said, "I said why the photography crew were smiling at me in the morning!"

He has been swaggering through the market with this ambiguous trace all day long, and he still has a face!

Ping watched Satin's face turn red with great interest, and thoughtfully didn't continue, and said, "I said that I envy you one more thing, that is, 'the hero's orders are obeyed', then I don't need to worry so much."

Sadin was wrapping himself with a scarf, and said sternly: "You can't follow what the hero said. If it involves the safety of the male's life, even if you disobey the order, you have to do it."

Ping raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "I thought you, a model female monarch, would always be obedient to what the males say."

Sardin glared at him and said, "I'm really obedient, how can I still be friends with a deviant like you?"

Sadin looked at his watch and said, "Okay, it's getting late, I plan to go back."

Ping was overjoyed when he said "friend" by Sardin, held his chin and watched Sardin get dressed, and said, "By the way, I ran into Mr. Song in the library before."

Sardin paused for a moment, rolled his eyes at him, and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense—"

"Is it nonsense, listen to me first," Ping Luo finished, smiled mysteriously, and said, "I guess, your hero may be planning interstellar travel."

Sardin opened his mouth slightly, "Brigade, travel?"

Ping nodded and said, "I saw Mr. Song took five illustrated books that day. Think about it, apart from the military missions, the illustrated books are only available for travel? Oh, I won't say too much... "

Sadin excitedly held Ping's hand and said, "No way!"

After he finished speaking, he got up and ran out of the cafe. A car stopped by the road and sped away.

Yiping's understanding of him is probably overexcited.

Sure enough, those who are favored are different, and they can be so undisguised even when they are happy.

Ping Qing smiled and shook his head. He looked at the empty cup of Sadin on the table, flicked the wall of the cup, and said, "I'm obviously older than you, why am I being taken care of by you instead!"

However, Sardin's words are not unreasonable, he should think about the future.

…

When Sardin returned home, his heart was still beating fast. He could not bear to turn around in the living room for several times, but the excitement could not be calmed down.

Another turn, only to hear "Ouch!" When Sadin saw it, it turned out that the little assistant fell to the ground.

"Master!" The little assistant's nose was red and he was very aggrieved.

Sardin pulled him up, coughed lightly, and said, "How can you not look ahead while walking?"

The little assistant was shocked by his backlash, pouted, and said, "Mr. asked me to help him return the book to the library. This book is thick and heavy, and he is busy moving books, who can notice the front— "

"You mean this one?"

The "thick and heavy" book on the ground was pinched by two of Sardin's fingers, and the little assistant was shocked and couldn't close his mouth for a while.

Sardin shook his head, put the book on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and said "for your sake", "Your strength is too weak, you have to exercise hard!"

The little assistant was completely speechless, stomped his feet angrily, and said, "I'm not a female!"

Sadin fell on the sofa and laughed, seeing the little assistant's face getting more and more red, and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't tease you, I'll return the book in a while, I'll let you off in the afternoon, and have a good time with your fiance. Bar."

The little assistant's face was bright and sunny, and he said excitedly: "Master, you are the best!"

Sardin didn't listen to his flattery, buried himself on the sofa, smiled and waved at people.

…

After moving the remaining four books in one trip, the five thick illustrated books are stacked together, and the height is quite impressive.

Just waiting for the courier to pick up the five **** books.

Sardin fell on the sofa and rubbed his eyebrows.

Few of these large books evoke sad memories of Sardinia.

When he remembered the university, his instructors doubted whether Sardin’s physical fitness was as strong as the legends said. Paper was really important to the little Sardin at that time, even if he later became an adult and went on an interstellar mission, Sardin still felt a headache every time he turned a page in this book.

Now, the strength is long, but the shadow has not disappeared.

However, the shadow is almost gone.

Sardin looked up at the books, the corners of his mouth upturned.

Anyway, idle is idle, it is better to tidy up the room, and I will be happy when the hero comes back to watch.

Thinking, Sardin got up and did it.

The living room and bedroom have been sorted by the little assistant, and there is nothing to clean up. The kitchen and dining room are clean and tidy because it is not a meal time.

After turning around, he came to the study, and saw a messy pile of papers on the table. Sardin remembered that it was like this when he came in to get the illustrated book.

Maybe it was blown away by the assistant when he opened the window for ventilation, Sardin thought absentmindedly as he sorted out the documents nimbly.

The documents were neatly arranged by category, and only the last sheet of paper was left on the table.

Sadin didn't care too much at first, but the paper was too white, and it was a whole circle smaller than the document paper, which was too dazzling.

When Sardin picked up the paper, he glanced at it, and his expression turned gloomy.

It was so gloomy that it seemed like a torrential rain could fall at any moment.

…

Song family, eight o'clock in the evening.

"I have already explained that you are solely responsible for the next two months... Is there anything you can't do? Don't tell me you can't!"

"Originally, it was up to you to deal with the accident on the set at night. What's the matter if you pulled me over again?" Song Bai walked into the entrance, put on his slippers, and said, "Okay, that's it! You can give me the follow-up on the set. Keep an eye on it... If you can't do it, you just resign and leave!"

After hanging up the terminal, Song Bai pinched his eyebrows impatiently.

In the past two days, he has been handing over the tasks in the company to subordinates in batches. In addition to the vice president and secretary, he has also promoted a promising subordinate with potential, but this subordinate is a subordinate, and he also has the common insecurities of subordinates.

Today is about to get off work, and there is an accident on the set that has been handed over to Ya female. When Ya female called him, she cried and sobbed. Song Bai thought that something big had happened. There was a little quarrel between them to stop the show... All in all, Sesame is a big and small matter.

On the set, Ria Fei cried with red eyes. It was really miserable, and Song Bai couldn't bear to blame any more.

However, when he got home, the phone call that Ya female came to apologize was still evasive. Song Bai had already been preparing to go to Interstellar, but Ya female's words completely exhausted his patience. A good lesson for the female.

Sitting on the sofa, Song Bai was still reflecting on whether there was a real problem with his way of looking at people.

The tired Song Bai hugged Sadin who was sitting next to him. Sadin couldn't see the noon haze on his face at this time. He calmly held Song Bai's hand and said, "Is the hero in a bad mood?"

Many words came to his lips, but Song Bai didn't say anything. He shook his head and said, "I'm just a little tired from overtime."

Sadin held Song Bai's hand tightly. He heard his own heartbeat and a little trembling voice, and said, "When is the hero going outside the stars?"

Song Bai was stunned for a moment and said, "You have seen the consent form."

"Well," Sardin nodded, asked again, and said, "When does the hero plan to leave?"

Song Bai's lips moved slightly, and he said, "You...Aren't you angry?"

Aware that Song Bai was uneasy, Sardin's dangling heart instead let go, and said, "I saw it in the afternoon, I was a little angry. But the hero has always had his own reasons for doing things, and I don't need to hold back."

Looking into Song Bai's eyes, Sadin swore as if, "Really, only a little bit, not very angry."

Song Bai breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had lifted a heavy burden. He held Sardin's shoulder and said with a smile, "Thank you."

With a smile in his eyes, Sardin said, "When will we set off? I can also arrange the tasks of the military department here, and I will work with you..."

Song Bai's hand on Satin's shoulder was terrifyingly strong, Song Bai also noticed it, he hurriedly pulled his hand back, sat upright, and said, "No need to arrange."

Sadin: "Huh?"

Song Bai said: "No need to arrange, you can just stay at home."

Sardin frowned and said decisively, "No!"

"Extraterrestrial is too dangerous, I have to go with you."

Facing Sadin's first such straightforward disobedience, Song Bai was unexpectedly calm and said, "Stay at home and wait for me to come back."

Sardin stood up, his voice a little higher, as if he could not be questioned when he gave orders in the command room, and said, "If I don't go, you can't go either."

Song Bai didn't speak any more, he just stared at Sadin's burning eyes quietly.

His attitude said it all.

The residual anger in his chest swept over, and Sardin's mind went blank.

click-

When he came back to his senses, the sofa under his hand cracked from the armrest on the side, revealing the finely polished wood inside.

However, at the other end, Song Bai was sitting peacefully, watching Sadin's anger.

All of a sudden, Sardin felt like a clown, utterly ugly in front of the males.

He rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the living room, out of the house.

It wasn't until there was a loud bang at the door that Song Bai's thoughts that he had pulled away were all returned to the cage.

Looking at the empty living room and the wide open door, the cold wind in winter is still howling in his ears.

Song Bai picked up the coat on the hanger and hurriedly ran out.

The indoor slippers are not suitable for running, so he finally followed the figure to the road. Sadin, who was wearing a single coat, was already in the car.

Song Bai, who was holding his coat, stood in the wind, watching the smiling face go further and further away and disappear.