Chapter 29 The Magic of Night
Capital Star, 21:45 pm, First Ring Central City.
"Young Master, are you going to attend the night parade at the Summer Palace at 11 o'clock tonight?" The butler placed a cup of hot tea next to the young master and asked in a low voice.
Frankie Miller-Jenning was sending a message on his smart bracelet. Hearing this, he tilted his head and asked, "Tonight?"
"Yes, Lord Farrow decided to open it ahead of schedule."
Fran smiled faintly, "Did Mira persuade you?"
The butler lowered his head and remained silent, advising people not to interfere with the undercurrent between the eldest master and the illegitimate young master.
Fran thought for a moment. This time, unlike usual, when he heard his illegitimate brother was playing tricks, he immediately stood up like a fighting chicken and rushed to the scene.
He had a calm expression, tapped his smart bracelet lightly, and said to the housekeeper, "It's too noisy, I won't go."
Upon hearing this, the butler bowed his head, then quietly left the young master's study with the tea tray in his hand.
Fran turned his attention back to StarNet. As the designated heir of the Jane family, he had never run into any obstacles in social situations until he met the mysterious and weird Fate with a veil on his face.
In this strict and stratified society, what insect can refuse power and money one after another? How many insects work hard all their lives just to jump over the dragon gate and cross the chasm of class and species?
Fran couldn't understand, not only this, he also couldn't understand why the other party could guess the most secret disdain and arrogance in his heart with just a few words.
Fran has several faces.
Master Jian Ning is polite, elegant and considerate.
The eldest son is smart, obedient and capable of taking on important responsibilities.
A caring brother, a big brother who treats everyone equally, and so on...
Maybe Fate was just talking nonsense, he might have just been blindly sniping.
Fran thought so, and after seeing Red Heart speaking in the live broadcast room, he immediately realized that Red Heart and Fate had established a deeper connection in private.
He used technology to find the real bug under the Red Heart account, but the message he sent fell on deaf ears.
Fate, Fate, what magic do you have? It keeps hitting me in the wall.
Franche returned to the live broadcast room and began to read the story, trying to dig out Fate's thoughts and purpose from these words.
@Fit:
[…
After the results came out, as expected, Fate was overjoyed.
He is really a bug who is easily intoxicated by emotions.
He's tall, did I say that?
We climbed up to the locked fourth-floor balcony that day. Fate ran very fast, holding cigarettes and alcohol in one hand and carrying me in the other.
The wine in the bag clinked and he laughed so wildly that I almost vomited.
But it felt good spiritually.
He held me, carried my happiness, and climbed higher, toward the beauty that we had worked so hard to achieve.
…
He drank a lot of wine on the old balcony, talking nonsense and passionately, saying all kinds of terrible things. All his delusions came out of his mouth that night, as if they had really turned into a beautiful song, which made me want to believe it.
…
He talked about his rough past, his struggling present, and his vision of a bright future.
And in this future, he has obviously planned everything, and there is a place for me in it.
Obviously, in his mind, if I, a sub-female bound by my family, encounter any misfortune in the future, I will definitely obey the arrangement of fate and die casually.
…
Fate was drunk. He laughed and said that the great Mr. Wynne would definitely come to rescue this stupid friend when the time comes.
He said, if you can't survive at that time, I will reserve a place for you in my fleet. Come to me, I know your abilities, you can shine here, you don't have to worry about anything!
He said so firmly, come, follow me to the future.
He believed so much in one thing: as long as you work hard, you will be rewarded, and as long as you work hard, you will be able to grasp everything in your hands.
A naivety bordering on stupidity.
Innocence is composed into a wonderful rhapsody.
I think I was drunk too, for everything that happened tonight.
I kissed him.
The wine was sour, and he had taken a nicotine shot in the afternoon, and now these stimulants mixed together, pressing against his soft lips, just like him.
…
It makes people feel bitter, but there is no anxiety or worry at all. The more you think about it, the more addictive it becomes... him.
……]
The story boomeranged back to the part that surprised the audience at first. Just as they complained, Fit Wynne's perspective was an illiterate narration. When it was switched to Carroll's perspective, the small group of audience members who had been arguing the most now calmed down and savored the amount of information conveyed in just a few sentences.
The fantasy of the adolescent genre is Carol's lips and gentle gaze, the imagination of the young mainstream is that hard work will definitely be rewarded, and the mainstream of older military women will smile knowingly at the innocent rhapsody. Who among them has not had such imagination?
The originally lively comment section was like a receding sea, with quarrelsome and abusive comments flooding in, leaving only a few comments asking about the brands of cigarettes, alcohol and nicotine injections.
Occasionally, a tobacco or alcohol advertiser would pop up, but the supervisor would quickly take action and punch him out.
[…
Haha, yeah, he didn't kiss me back, he was scared away.
Sorry, sorry, even 20 years later, I still can't stop laughing when I think about this.
You can't blame him.
Back then, Fate's brain capacity was very small. One part was filled with practical learning, another part was filled with extra courses, and the other part was the messy daily life. There was not enough space for the imagination that a young and energetic male insect should have.
He may have some feelings for me as a female, but he also knows that this is not common sense and it is not right.
Given Fate's combative nature, if a scorpion had kissed him, he would have engaged in a life-and-death fight with the scorpion on the spot, and would not stop until blood was shed.
But I was sitting next to him at the time, so he was so scared that he jumped off the balcony and ran away in a cowardly manner.
He hid from me for several days and didn’t dare to go back to the dormitory.]
【Mr. Carol 2333333】
【Deliberate mischief! 】
[Don't be too realistic! My roommate is a 'Fit' type hunk, but the problem is that I'm also a female! Damn it, why didn't he assign a sub-female roommate to me! ]
[Thank you for the invitation. My Asian female roommate has already moved to a new dormitory. I suggest that you don’t have unnecessary curiosity in real life. You will really be regarded as a pervert by the entire department and counselors. ]
【？ 】
[You were told to treat your sub-female roommate as an atmosphere group, but who let you actually try it out on the spot? If you are not perverted, who is? 】
[Female roommate: Unnecessary concerns about personal safety have increased! 】
[I am dying of laughter, what a fool, watching it online is called romance, but when you practice it offline it is called communication with fellow patients! ]
[……
I am not surprised by this result.
At that time, I thought that maybe I should go back to the Ring of France first, cancel the engagement, deal with the follow-up, and then return to Fiona to accompany him through the next few years.
As a result, Fate rushed back to the dormitory that night.
Every time I met him, I was about to make a wrong decision and he was there in time.
As if it was destined.
…
I gave him a temporary token.
There was no carefully prepared room, bed, aromatherapy or ambiguous lights. I just sat on the cement floor of the old school building, hugged him who was flushed, and bit his cervical gland.
He was so hot and in pain.
So I just hugged him, and when my hands were cold, he kept rubbing his face against my hands, as if a traveler walking in the desert encountered a mirage, and even though he knew that the coolness would only last for a moment, he kept rubbing his face against it.
His heart was beating wildly and he kept babbling strange prayers, sometimes to God, sometimes to the school, and sometimes shouting obscenities.
I suddenly realized that Fate was praying to fate, praying that things would not turn out too badly, praying for a glimmer of luck and hope.
...Just like me in the past.
At that moment, I had a clarity that I had never felt before.
I stand at the crossroads of Fate Wynn's fate.
Unlike treating other female insects, there is no need for training with a knife, nor does it require layer upon layer of verbal influence. There is no need to worry about any double-crossing and exploitation, and there is no need to rack your brains for a battle of wits and courage.
If I give Fate a gentle push at this moment, he will fall down and submit to the arrangement of fate forever.
Fate has reached the pinnacle of his level and rank.
He roared at fate, but fate looked down at him in return, and could easily pin him down again.
If, I'm not here tonight.
I am not in this academy, and I have never appeared in Fate Wynne's fate. However, his character, impulse, and recklessness will still drag him down deeply at some point in his fate.
Fate is a very hard-working insect, but also an imperfect insect.
Fate has many white old scars on his body. Once, after taking a shower, he came out shirtless. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled foolishly and shared with me how he got those scars.
Each one was a medal of victory over his malicious fate, he said. This one was when I was 7 years old and I successfully escaped from the gang. They didn't kill me.
That one was when I was 13 years old and successfully got a chance to go to school. My fellow villagers in the orphanage wanted to tear my arms apart, but my bones were hard and I broke his teeth.
…
Fate has fought against fate many times to reach his current success, but he won't be invincible just by charging ahead.
Not all hard work will be rewarded.
The accident tonight was caused by his inherent carelessness and recklessness, as well as my guidance and interference. When I saw him rush in, I hugged him and listened to his nonsense, and I also had a moment of thought: maybe I was wrong again this time.
But the next second, I was also glad that I showed up and I was here.
I can push him back on track.
Not just tonight, but every night to come.
……]
【Heroic Lord!!! 】
[Very good, from now on, when I have erotic dreams at night, the Lord will be proud! ! ! Mr. Carol! ! ! ]
[Can you describe the biting gland in detail? I'm not being lewd, but in the spirit of scholarship, I want to know if Mr. Carol licks before biting? ]
[My roommate is a red mantis, and he has been pressed on the bed to observe the glands on the side of his neck.]
【? Don’t accuse yourself of sexual harassment just by reading a story】
[F*ck, make me cry, this f*cking kid Fate Wynn is so f*cking lucky! ]
For a moment, the comment section was in a weird state of harmony and consensus because of a biting gland.
Substituting into the Fate style and screaming "Thank you, Lord", the Kaxue style has also fallen into some kind of spiritual victory method.
[Heh, the middle-class has an unstable temperament and is easily angered and violent. If it weren't for the support of Mr. Carol, this Fate Wynn would never have been able to become a lieutenant general! ]
[Humph, how can a middle-class person become a lieutenant general in 20 years! It seems that he has benefited a lot from Lord Carol. It took him 20 years to become a lieutenant general even though he benefited from the saint. What a pity. ]
Dai Ruliu backhanded a punch: [Oh, so you admit that Kafei is real, and Fate is indeed awesome, right? ]
Kagaku Ryu: [……] You*you*you*!
The black tap water promotion of Kaxueliu has backfired. There are too many brothers in the live broadcast room. If you go too crazy, your brothers will really twist your ears at home!
The comments of the military female group made many spectators who just watched the show feel shocked↓
[The details of this story are quite relevant. If it is really adapted from real events, this gentleman must have extraordinary experience.]
[The middle-class race is not incompetent. In 1608, a middle-class black-winged butterfly became a marshal. However, that marshal was not in one of the ten major legions, so he was not very well-known.]
[Let's talk about the short one and the tall one. In the army, the status of the middle-class is indeed not stable enough. Generally speaking, it is difficult for them to take on important tasks. They basically cap at the colonel level. The general level above that needs to lead the team to go on an expedition. The general level is responsible for the life decisions of at least 100,000 or 200,000 elite soldiers. The middle-class, who are easily impulsive and reckless, really find it difficult to squeeze into this group. ]
[This story is good. The fantasy love is touching enough, and the realistic details are also solid. If I understand correctly, Mr. Carol is determined to support Fate Wynn, which means not only to provide power, but also to pull the reins of the beast tight. When Fate goes astray, he pulls him back to the right path. I am really curious, is the original material the black-winged butterfly marshal? Such a rare character only appears once every two hundred years. ]
Melon-eating flow: [? ]
[The first time I entered the live broadcast, I thought I was watching the Battle of Three Armies: Star Network Edition. The second time I thought I was watching a love story. My goodness, can you still learn history here? ]
[I searched it and found out, there really is a Black-winged Butterfly Marshal! ]
[Is it my illusion? Is there a hidden talent in this live studio? ]
At the same time, the capital star.
When Fran saw this, she pondered for a moment and sent a question to the anchor's backstage.
SVIP Christmas Hat: [From your perspective, do you think that male and female insects complement each other emotionally? ]