Chapter 084 His pair of scarlet eyes looked even more charming under the moonlight.
With His Majesty watching over him, He Xile always felt that his shoulders were very heavy when he drove the vessel into battle, as if they were pressed by a huge rock, and there was a pair of stern crimson eyes behind him always looking at him.
——Just waiting to find out his various little mistakes at any time and then criticize him harshly.
Depend on.
How is this different from when the dean suddenly stands next to you during an exam and keeps staring at you while you answer the questions?
He Xile felt unwell.
But perhaps it was because of this pressure that He Xile was fully focused during the battle and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest. After a battle, his mind was highly concentrated and he quickly won.
He Xile glanced at the communication interface nervously.
very good.
His Majesty has not sent any message.
Does this mean that the game just now went well?
Look at the barrage again——
"Wow, is this just my imagination? Lanlan has made significant progress."
"He's definitely improved. If it was the previous Lanlan, he would have lost after just a few moves. But he actually won today? Unbelievable!"
"This shows that Yudui is really suitable to be a teacher."
"The one in front is a Yudui fan, right? Stop praising Yudui so much. My Lanlan is obviously very talented and can learn things easily. Wouldn't it be the same if we had a different teacher?"
"When did Lan Lan become yours? I love Lan Lan, and Lan Lan loves me."
"Blue belongs to everyone, thank you."
"But honestly, in the current Haixinna battle rankings, Yudui has consistently been ranked first, with so many second-place finishers. I really can't think of anyone else more suitable to teach Lanlan."
"? I'm afraid the one in front forgot about Lan Lan's guardian."
"Uh, forget it, Your Majesty."
"While His Majesty's mental strength is a double S, which is incredible. If he were to appear on the battle power rankings, he would definitely dominate the others. But with His Majesty's hot temper, he's completely unsuitable to be a teacher, right? Rumor has it that he's always arrogant and even said things like, 'Hai Xinna is full of useless people!' If you really want to condescend to teach Lan Lan, then I'll tear my head off and let you kick it around like a ball, okay?"
He Xile: “?”
He Xile couldn't possibly tell His Majesty that Youduyi was him, but that didn't stop him from saying, "Okay, I've taken a screenshot as evidence. Next time I see His Majesty, I'll ask him to teach me. I look forward to seeing you play."
“???”
"Lan Lan is so bad, hahahaha."
"I was wrong, I was wrong. Please don't punish me, Lanlan—but I don't think Your Majesty will agree, right?"
He Xile pursed his lips and smiled: "I usually follow His Majesty. I know that His Majesty is very busy and hard-working. A rookie like me should not disturb him too often."
"That's right, Lan Lan can't even hit His Majesty with a finger. What if she gets domestically abused?"
He Xile: "? That's not necessary."
He was at a loss for words and continued to queue for the 1V1 battle.
The standings are changing all the time.
Compared to those people who spend all day on StarNet, He Xile's number of battles is not that many, and because he always lost at the beginning, his points ranking is at the bottom.
Fortunately, after some temporary extra training, I finally caught up a little in the past few days.
He flipped through the leaderboard: "Everyone is working so hard..."
Therefore, he has to work harder!
With this idea in mind, He Xile became more serious.
After two hours of fighting, He Xile's mental strength ran out, and he felt a slight headache, so he stopped fighting in time. He had won and lost, but the odds were mostly in his favor, and he had moved up about three hundred places in the rankings.
After coming out of the dish, He Xile collapsed on the ground, not wanting to move at all.
there is none left.
There is not a drop of mental strength left.
After forcing himself to chat with everyone in the live broadcast room for a while, He Xile closed the live broadcast.
He opened the chat box with His Majesty and asked, "Teacher, how was my performance today?"
Wen Jiyu: "It's okay."
snort.
Your Majesty really doesn't know how to praise people.
However, the fact that he could say the word "so-so" instead of criticizing it means that his performance was pretty good for the other party, right?
Hehehehe.
He Xile automatically translated His Majesty's words and immediately felt brighter.
Martial law in the palace would end tomorrow, and He Xile would begin physical training. With this in mind, he relaxed and refreshed himself with a brand new spa treatment before logging off and doing some simple warm-up exercises.
Before on Earth, He Xile was not active very often.
All his activities that could be called athletic were done during physical education classes and physical exercises.
After doing a set of radio gymnastics seriously and adding a few sets of jumping jacks, He Xile collapsed silently on the soft chair.
——In comparison, it’s still more comfortable to lie down, woooo.
The day goes by quickly.
After He Xile finished dinner, he found that the guards had brought in another pile of gifts.
"Some were sent to you by fans, and some were purchased by Your Majesty," the guard said. "They've all been labeled and separated for you."
"Thank you for moving here."
He Xile looked at the pile of gifts, feeling a little distressed. Although he had told everyone in the live broadcast room last time that they didn't need to mail the gifts, it was obvious that He Xile's words could not withstand their enthusiasm.
...I don't know if it cost any money.
However, He Xile was also very happy to receive these gifts that were full of heart and expressed love for him.
He walked over to help put the express boxes away.
When most of the express deliveries had piled up, He Xile suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "By the way, isn't martial law still in effect? Did you guys have any trouble carrying the gifts here?"
One of the guards said, "It's okay, martial law will soon be over."
I see.
He Xile nodded.
Where He Xile couldn't see, the guards looked at each other.
From the moment His Majesty regained consciousness and began handling government affairs, they knew that martial law in the palace had ended. However, for some special reasons, they could not reveal the fact that His Majesty was the giant octopus, otherwise it might put His Majesty in danger. Even if this danger was only a one in ten thousand chance, they would not gamble.
This also involves the content of the oath they once swore - to be loyal to His Majesty until death.
"Sir, all the express deliveries are here. Have a good rest tonight and have a sweet dream." The guard left the room.
"You too. Goodnight."
He Xile looked at the express deliveries that had piled up in the entire room, feeling both sad and happy.
He turned around and went back to the room, but did not open the express delivery. Instead, he opened the drawer first.
Although I don’t know what His Majesty experienced on his birthday... I should still prepare the gift in advance.
He Xile looked serious.
It was almost ten o'clock in the evening.
He Xile turned on the light and painted in a quiet environment. He began to cut along the edge again. Suddenly, he heard a very tiny rustling sound.
Realizing that it might be the giant octopus, He Xile thought for a moment and put all his things back into the drawer.
The giant octopus only sends out one tentacle at a time, and tentacles don't have eyes. If it accidentally destroys everything it has worked so hard to make, it would be a waste of time.
As expected.
Soon, tentacles appeared.
He Xile glanced at the direction the tentacles extended from, then retracted his gaze, somewhat uninterested - based on previous experience, no matter how hard he tried to block the hole now, the giant octopus would eventually appear in his room.
Just ignore it.
The tentacle seemed to have not expected He Xile to be awake yet, and it froze immediately. It stayed in a safe area, neither too far nor too close, and slowly crawled to find a small space, squeezed in, and then stayed there obediently.
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He Xile turned his head to look at the tentacle, and keenly discovered that the place where the wound was previously was smooth.
Obviously, this is not the same tentacle as before.
So, He Xile reminded again: "You can come in and play, but you are not allowed to secrete mucus."
I don't know whether the tentacles understood or not.
It was getting late, so He Xile prepared to wash up and go to bed.
He put away all the scattered things, stood up from his seat, stretched, looked in the direction of the tentacles, and said, "Wait here for me, I'll be here after I take a shower."
End of the corridor.
The guard, holding an urgent document, frowned, and knocked on the door of His Majesty's room: "Your Majesty, this is an encrypted document sent by the minister. You need to review it as soon as possible."
He lowered his eyes respectfully and waited for a while, but there was no response from His Majesty.
What's going on?
Your Majesty cannot be asleep at this hour.
Could it be that the disorder has worsened, causing some health problem for Your Majesty?
The guard imagined countless scenes in his mind. He felt uneasy and was about to force the door open and tell the other guards about this matter, asking them to increase their vigilance and pay attention to safety to avoid unnecessary casualties...
Suddenly, the door of the room opened by itself.
The guards breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, His Majesty is still conscious, which means there is no big problem.
As soon as the guard entered and saw the state of His Majesty, he stopped in his tracks.
There was no light in the room.
The young king had his eyes closed, his long, crow-feather-like eyelashes drooping as he sat lazily on a soft chair that had been moved to the bedside, dozing. In his hand, he held a cup of steaming tea, but he didn't raise his hand to take a sip.
The moonlight shines through the window onto His Majesty's loose silver hair. The ends of his hair move slightly in the wind. His hair is shrouded in light, as if it can glow, or as if the Milky Way is pouring down.
Just looking at this scene, His Majesty is like a god descending from heaven.
but……
Several thick and strong tentacles that were slightly wriggling stretched out from His Majesty's black cloak, almost filling the entire room and destroying all the beauty in an instant.
One of them extended out from the window, and no one knew where it went...
"Your Majesty?" The guard's voice tightened. "You..."
"Bring the documents here." Wen Jiyu raised his eyes and interrupted the guard.
His scarlet eyes looked even more charming under the moonlight.
Guard: “???”
The guard mechanically raised his legs and walked towards His Majesty.
The tentacles on the ground seemed to sense something and made way for them.
So this is, what's going on?
The guard looked bewildered.
From the conversation just now, it is known that His Majesty is not in a state of mental disorder... Then why did he suddenly reveal his hidden second characteristic and even release it?!
The point is, where did you put it!!!
Noticing the guard's wandering gaze, the young king uttered an impatient "tsk" sound. His voice was filled with displeasure as he said confidently, "Why are you looking at me? He's the one who wants to go find that human, and I can't stop him."
Guard: “…”
at the same time.
Guard 131, who was guarding the door of Lord He Xile's room, felt unwell when he saw the tentacles dancing by the window not far away.
Didn't they say the chaos was over?
How come the tentacles sneaked into Mr. He Xile's room again!
His Majesty--
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