Chapter 13 (Revised)
As we all know, Admiral's adjutant Lu Anhe has a mecha with extremely strong defensive capabilities, named "Aegis of Aegis".
Unlike mechas of normal proportions, it looks a little bulky, with slightly shorter arms and legs, but a longer and heavier body. Its attack power may not be as good as other S-class mechas during combat, but it can erect the most solid light curtain barrier from its body during defense, so Lu Anhe gave it this name in a very childish way.
And now its owner, holding its key, was trembling in the United Front Work Department of the Second Mecha Base.
Behind He Yunting is a complex and sophisticated operating console, with various combat images displayed on split screens.
He spread his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked down at Lu Anhe who was curled up in the swivel chair. The frightened face of the young lieutenant colonel was reflected in his deep blue eyes.
"Boss! I have shed sweat for the Empire! I have shed blood fighting against the Zerg! You can't just ignore my kindness and then destroy my bridges!"
"I know." General He confirmed the adjutant's statement, "It's just a scratch."
"I know it's due for an annual inspection! But it really doesn't need repairing!"
"It is guaranteed not to affect any functions," the Admiral added tenderly.
"But there is training recently! I need it!" Lu Anhe was still resisting stubbornly.
He Yunting ruthlessly exposed: "We won't be using your machine for training recently."
Lu Anhe hid his hand holding the key behind his back and refused to obey: "No, Boss! Zeus is my other half! Do you understand my other half? Lending it is like lending my wife!"
He Yunting raised his eyebrows.
Lu Anhe stiffened his neck: "Really! Just like you and Lin Xian--"
He braked halfway through his sentence.
He Yunting frowned his half-raised eyebrows.
Lu Anhe realized what he had said, but he couldn't take it back. He could only continue to protect his keys and wait for his boss's decision.
"Then..." He Yunting pondered for a moment and was about to continue giving orders.
As he was about to continue speaking, Lu Anhe sighed, "I'll go, I'll go! I'll help you make an appointment with Mr. Lin! But you are not allowed to lay a hand on my Zeus!"
Lieutenant Colonel Lu looked worried.
When He Yunting entered Lin Han's office, he had to throw away all his prepared remarks before he could finally come up with a sentence "Lu An and the mecha are broken too". As a result, Lin Han looked at him strangely for a long time and just said "Oh". This was already a headache for the admiral. Now that he could make an appointment with the other party without dismantling the Aegis of Zeus, He Yunting was naturally satisfied. He was waiting for this sentence and said firmly: "Okay."
Lu Anhe burst into tears, feeling relieved that his baby had finally escaped from the clutches of the devil.
The greatest satisfaction is the satisfaction of the leader. Having saved his wife, Lieutenant Colonel Lu carefully hid the mecha key and then turned around and spoke again: "Boss! I still have a question I have always wanted to ask."
He Yunting turned his head to look at him with a puzzled look.
"Why do you want to invite Mr. Lin?"
And he even used the lame excuse that my mech was broken.
He Yunting pursed his lips and said nothing.
Lu Anhe's eyes looked very serious, not like a casual question mixed with curiosity about the leader's gossip.
It's like... if He Yunting said "yes" and "love at first sight", then the adjutant would carry out his mission as if he was fulfilling a military order.
But He Yunting really tried hard to sort out his thoughts.
It’s really hard to explain.
He had zero knowledge of this area, and any area had to be explored bit by bit. It didn't seem responsible to rashly say that he fell in love at first sight.
To him, to myself.
Lu Anhe was still observing his expression fearlessly, but He Yunting didn't care much at this moment.
"I don't know," he said.
Last time it was “No”, this time it’s “I don’t know”.
There was silence for a long time, so long that Lu Anhe thought the question had come to an end, when He Yunting's voice came again: "But... I want to see him."
Lu Anhe paused.
"I don't like any banquets either," said He Yunting.
But if that person were there, it would probably be a little better.
He didn't say the last sentence, and Lu Anhe didn't ask any more questions.
"Okay, okay, I'll make an appointment for you." Lu Anhe sighed, having no other choice. He decided that since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well help his leader with some advice. "Should I prepare something for Mr. Lin?"
He Yunting only thought about inviting people and didn't consider anything else: "What are you preparing?"
"A formal suit." Lu Anhe said, "Last time at your celebration party, Mr. Lin came wearing the uniform of the research institute. This time, after all, it's your birthday..."
"Okay." He Yunting finally agreed with Lu Anhe's suggestion, and in his heart tacitly approved of the behavior of this talkative subordinate who always hid snacks in his aircraft, and even decided to give him a raise.
"Okay, I'll go prepare it." After the crisis was resolved, Lu Anhe put the key in his pocket and was stopped by He Yunting when he walked to the door.
"You pick a few clothes and I'll choose." He Yunting said in a cold tone.
"...Oh." Lu Anhe nodded.
"Wait, there's more." Lu Anhe asked the last question, "There will also be a dance at the dinner. Do you want to know more about it?"
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Three days later, Wen Tianyao’s dinner party.
He Yunting attended as scheduled.
At the beginning of the banquet, His Royal Highness the Prince announced that today was also the Admiral's birthday. Upon hearing this, many people immediately came over to congratulate him and expressed their admiration and love for the general.
He Yunting was as cold and taciturn as ever. He rejected all the compliments with a sullen face, as if today was not his birthday but a debt collection day.
He sat in the seat arranged for the birthday boy, looking at the door in silence.
Wen Tianyao also came over, smiled and congratulated He Yunting in front of everyone, and said that he had prepared a gift for him, which would be delivered to the manor after the banquet.
He Yunting didn't look very happy. He just said "thank you" lightly and didn't say anything else.
Wen Tianyao didn't seem to mind. After chatting for a few more words, he continued to chat and laugh with others.
Lu Anhe sat down with He Yunting, feeling the waves of low pressure coming from beside him.
"I took a look, and it's hard to tell who the prince's followers are," Lu Anhe said as he got closer. "There are people from both factions. He's popular with both factions, so it's hard to say which side he's on."
"Moreover, even if he did it, he wouldn't be stupid enough to let us find out about it." Lu Anhe stopped talking here.
yes.
This prince is the future heir, so it's obvious that he can't have any stance, so why would he touch an admiral who has no other stance like him?
Even if he moved, what could he gain from it?
——Obviously, nothing.
Not even a little benefit.
He Yunting had obviously thought about this as well. He nodded slightly, "It's unlikely to be him. Don't worry too much."
Lu Anhe said "hmm".
After all, the occasion was not right, so He Yunting didn't mention it again.
The prince's dinner is indeed not as rigid as the traditional one. Everything is casual and there is no need to sit in one seat for half the night and eat fixed food that may not suit your taste.
You can get any food and wine by yourself. There are no fixed seats, so you can come as you please.
Originally, no one came to this place to eat. After a while, Wen Tianyao said that he had arranged a dance party and invited everyone to join.
Hearing these words, Lu Anhe felt the pressure from the people around him drop even more.
As the atmosphere gradually heated up, many people followed suit and stepped onto the dance floor.
"Boss..." Lu Anhe only dared to speak and didn't dare to look at anyone.
After all, a few days ago, he was the one who vowed that he could invite the person.
"Yeah." He Yunting responded solemnly, "Forget it."
It's not like he wasn't prepared to be rejected.
Lu Anhe muttered quietly: "Mr. Lin said he would consider it... I always feel that he can agree to it..."
After all, all the dresses that were sent to me were accepted.
He Yunting said nothing, his eyes were solemn.
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By the time Lin Han arrived at the designated location, he was already half an hour late.
Because he decided to go to the appointment when it was almost dinner time.
He was wearing the white suit prepared for him by He Yunting, with an exquisite black bow tie at the collar. It was less dull and more noble than the uniform of the research institute. From a distance, he looked like a graceful, upright and elegant little poplar.
Lin Han entered the venue smoothly according to the procedures. He was about to find a corner to sit down and avoid the crowd, and at the same time look for the seats of He Yunting and Lu Anhe.
He Yunting came to him that day and said a bunch of harsh and illogical words. He found it a bit funny, but he didn't deliberately make things difficult for him.
Although Lin Han had no relevant experience, she was smart after all. She knew in her heart that Lu Anhe had most likely invited her because of He Yunting. But in the end, for some unknown reason, she did not refuse directly. She said she would consider it and even accepted the dress that was specially delivered to her the next day.
Probably because Lu Anhe repeatedly mentioned several times when he invited himself that today was He Yunting’s birthday.
He recalled the day when Wen Tianyao mentioned the admiral's birthday, He Yunting's face was full of indifference, as if it was a completely unimportant day.
The other person probably hasn't celebrated his birthday for a long time.
As far as Lin Han can remember, there has never been a father figure in his family. Fortunately, his mother is very gentle and remembers his birthday every year, and they celebrate it together.
And he heard that the admiral never celebrated his birthday and couldn't even remember the date.
Then I'll just consider it as a celebration for him.
A birthday should be a day worth remembering.
Thinking of this, Lin Han finally came.
But he didn't know that when he just stepped into the hall, Lu Anhe, who was not far away, saw him and finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to He Yunting: "Boss, he is here."
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The dance began and the surrounding lights gradually dimmed, leaving only a faint, blurry light flowing on the dance floor.
The music is just right, like a not-too-strong catalyst, infecting people subtly.
Spotlights were scattered aimlessly all over the dance floor. Couples were swaying on the dance floor. Some were strangers meeting each other for the first time, while others were deeply in love. People swayed on the dance floor, waiting for the lights to dim, waiting for the music to change key, and then those who couldn't help themselves hugged and kissed each other, lingering and sticky, their lips parted with sweet gasps and love words.
No one will notice whose cheeks are red, and no one will blame anyone for behaving in an ambiguous manner.
In this case, too many possibilities were tacitly accepted.
Lin Han sat at a table not far from the dance floor and watched all this.
Wherever you look, you’ll see strangers kissing passionately.
He looked away subconsciously.
Is it possible that He Yunting is among these people?
But before he could think about it, a low murmur of discussion came from the crowd.
Everyone saw that the admiral, who had been as unapproachable as a sculpture, suddenly stood up and walked towards the dance floor.
Is the General willing to join?
Some people dare to think so.
Is it because there is an omega that the admiral likes among them that he is coming over here?
Perhaps it was because He Yunting was too conspicuous that even the lights were attracted to him and lingered on him.
The people who were kissing stopped quietly, and looked at him blatantly or cautiously according to the ambiguous light.
The tall man's eyes were confused for a moment at first, as if he was looking for something, but when he cast his gaze on the young man sitting near the dance floor, his eyes became firm.
The music didn't stop yet, and He Yunting walked forward without looking around.
Through the sticky and ambiguous kisses, through the seductive and seductive music.
He stopped in front of a young man who was staring somewhere else in a daze.
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Lin Han had no idea that he had unknowingly become the focus of everyone's attention at the banquet.
This scene was not suitable for him. He wanted to find someone, but he felt he couldn't take a step.
Just then, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
Lin Han turned his head in response.
The music was still flowing gently in his ears, carrying with it the temptation of the aroma of wine.
The admiral of the empire, who was admired by thousands of people, stood in front of him and looked into his eyes. His handsome face remained expressionless, but Lin Han always felt that he was not as indifferent as when they first met.
Perhaps because he walked in a hurry, a strand of silver hair hung in front of He Yunting's forehead, and his eyes were still reflecting the azure light.
Lin Han forgot to say hello for a moment.
The tall man stopped in front of the handsome young man in a white suit, paused for a moment, and finally bowed like a gentleman, putting one hand behind his back and extending the other hand to the young man in a slightly unfamiliar manner.
"I'd like to invite you to dance, Mr. Lin."
He spoke, and his voice was like the white snow enveloped by the winter sun, gentle and not biting.
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