nebula story

"You're sweating from the pain. The injury may be serious." Looking at him sincerely, His Royal Highness Lance's dark blue eyes were gentle and firm, and he stretched out his hand to pull him.

"No, no! I...I'm not going to the hospital." Chesu was sweating anxiously, and looked back at Professor Saar begging for help.

Startled, the old professor suddenly said dissatisfiedly to His Royal Highness Lance: "Didn't you hear what I just said? He has a certain degree of social phobia, why do I dare to ask him to come up alone in the middle of the night? He is afraid of crowded places, and he is not good at dealing with people."

Lance nodded suddenly, yes, it is said that geniuses are more or less different from ordinary people.However, his injury...

After pondering for a while, he smiled gently at Chesu: "Okay, we won't go to a crowded hospital. I'll call my doctor to diagnose you."

Isn't that the same?The doctor will surely discover his identity!Chesu lowered his head and objected in a low voice: "My family also has a family doctor. No... I don't need your doctor."

Frowning and thinking for a while, His Royal Highness Lance finally nodded reluctantly. Yes, most of the students in this school are either rich or expensive, so there should be no need to worry so much.

Looking down and seeing Chesu's still bare feet, he recalled the scene of the young man rushing in violently to interrupt the young man's leisurely solitude.

Wordlessly picked up the pair of shoes from the ground on one side, he smiled slightly, bent down and brought them to Chesu's feet: "Sorry again for hurting you, now can you put on the shoes as soon as possible, go back to your own room and call the family doctor as soon as possible Woolen cloth?"

Professor Saar on the side opened his mouth wide open without a word.Although he himself often acts casually towards His Highness as the emperor's teacher, this is one of the few princes in the whole empire after all!

Looking at His Highness Lance's warm and sincere smile, his heart still sank slightly, and an inexplicable dark cloud weighed heavily on his heart.Once they knew Chesu's status as a pariah, would these proud royals who turned their hands into clouds and rain would still show their gentle and harmless smiles like they do now?

Still only appearing at night, still only communicating with Professor Saar, still avoiding everyone, Chesu's existence was not made public except for the close followers of His Royal Highness Lance.

What disturbed both Professor Saar and Chesu was that at midnight, apart from Professor Saar who stayed regularly to discuss issues that needed to be resolved, His Royal Highness Lance also began to join in regardless of the weather.

Because he tactfully expressed his intention to conceal his identity to Professor Saar, Chesu did not know Lance's true identity.Just from several hints from Professor Saar, he can be sure that the identity of this young man should be extremely noble and mysterious.

However, why does such a distinguished senior insist on coming here to spend a few ten minutes or even an hour or two with him every night?

Thinking about this question distressedly, Chesu felt that the mecha parts on the light curtain in front of him were not as cute as they used to be.Ever since the gentle senior noticed that the professor left him a midnight snack every day, he even volunteered to take on the task of bringing food.

Thinking of the unknown exquisite pastry at the table, Chesu sighed softly, - the taste is absolutely delicious, but it is a bit hard to swallow when thinking of this distinguished senior who condescends to bring it here.

Forcing himself to calm down, he began to manually adjust the synchronously displayed images on the input board in front of him.The protective cover of the new type of mecha needs to be lighter so that it can be unloaded more easily during battle. The key connecting parts would rather lose some strength, but also have to compromise with this requirement.

However, how much weakening ratio will be allowed after a strong impact on the battlefield?Temporarily forgetting Lance who was doing nothing behind him, he began to concentrate on the calculation.

The clock was ticking, and Lance was holding a book in his hand, reading it for a while in boredom, his eyes began to fall on Chesu who was on the ground, and he felt more and more prettier than the book at hand.

Whenever the teenagers on the ground get lost in thought, they always like to take off their shoes and lie on the carpet halfway, looking up at the [-]-inch display light curtain in front of them, like a child who hasn't grown up yet.

Although he took off his plain glasses last time, he caught a glimpse of those dark and clear eyes, but after that, the boy still insisted on wearing those old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, refusing to take them off. .Maybe it's because of a natural social handicap?

Fortunately, because he was afraid that the hanging hair would block his view, the boy who was half lying on the ground tied his messy long hair behind his head, so as to reveal his extremely beautiful profile, so as not to conceal all his beauty.

Seeing with great interest the boyish demeanor when he was concentrating, he couldn't help but smile slightly: Yes, he really looks like a teenager. ——An absolute genius boy.

Stepping forward without a sound, he casually took down the palace pastry on the table and lightly handed it to Chesu's mouth.

Just as he was concentrating on the figure in front of him, a seductive sweet smell came from Chesu's nostrils. He absently looked at the cake that suddenly appeared. He took it almost unconsciously, took a bite with his mouth wide open, and continued to check. .

Lance only felt very happy, watching his reddish lips bite the cherry on the tiramisu, and handed over the second piece after a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Chesu finally breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the synchronous input screen under him with satisfaction and smiled slightly.

There is a slight gap between the preliminary calculation results of the strength reduction ratio of the protective cover and the data of the research and development team. After leaving it to Professor Saar tomorrow, some of their deviations should be corrected.

Holding on to the carpet, he was about to get up, when he saw the pair of dark blue eyes staring at him intently, he was so startled that he suddenly shrank back, reached out and knocked over the tulip-shaped meal in Lance's hand plate!

Startled by his overly violent reaction, Lance quickly reached out to help him, but inadvertently touched his chest during physical contact, snorted softly, Chesu turned pale, and staggered back.

"Andy?" Running up to support him in surprise, Lance frowned tightly, "Your chest injury is still so serious?! What did the doctor say?"

Shaking his head hastily, Chesu took a few deep breaths, and waved his hands hastily: "It's okay. It's just a slight scratch,...the doctor said to rest in bed and be fine."

In fact, when he returned to Master Andy, he didn't dare to tell the whole story, but he kept it strictly hidden. Naturally, no doctor would come to see him.Comparing the simple medical knowledge found on the Internet, he judged that the beatings caused by a few professional soldiers that day were at most a slight bone fracture, and it was far from the point of fracture, so he endured it like this.

Lance looked at him seriously: "Is it really all right?"

Nodding quickly, Chesu shook his arm vigorously: "Look!" He bent down quickly, neatly picked up the meal plate that had fallen to the side, and ran to the sink in the corner to clean the plate very quickly , silently returned to the workbench and put it into the food box brought by Lance, carefully fastened the airtight buckle, then stood aside with his head down, far away from Lance: "Senior, thank you supper...”

Seeing his series of skillful and serious movements, Lance suddenly remembered the description of socially impaired personality in the psychology book he just found, he is really a guy with a lot of problems.

Looking at Chesu who was a few meters away from him with a wry smile, Lance said gently: "Andy, you really don't have to be afraid of me. I'm also a student of Professor Saar. Speaking of which, I'm just one of your seniors." .”

Looking up at him silently, Chesu nodded hastily.

Lance approached him with a smile: "Thank you very much for your excellent performance these days. I think this time the development of the latest mecha of the Imperial Army will be a great contribution to you."

Looking at him in surprise, Chesu felt uneasy.

Shaking his head vigorously, he looked at Lance with obvious rejection in his eyes: "No, no... Please, please follow the agreement and not disclose my existence."

Frowning and thinking for a while, Lance finally nodded: "Well, I know you hate publicity."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Chesu aimed his eyes at the door, and rubbed his bare feet uneasily: "Senior, I want to go back."

"Talk to me, okay?" Looking at him with a smile, the mild-tempered third prince, Lance, took out a plate of lemon yellow baked muffins sprinkled with pink petals from the bottom of the food box like a magic trick. He took the shiny table knife and divided it into eight standard pieces, "It's a pity that it's cold, otherwise it would definitely taste good."

Looking helplessly at Lance's smiling face, Chesu lingered over to the chair next to him, and raised the cake fork as if on pins and needles.

Deliberately ignoring him, His Royal Highness Lance put a piece of muffin in his own mouth, and said vaguely: "Why do you like mechas so much? I see that your eyes will light up when you see them!

Chesu thought for a while: "When I was a child... I liked it."

"Ah, really?" Lance asked casually while chewing on the muffin in his mouth, "Have you been exposed to mechas since you were a child?"

Chesu lowered his head shyly, but his eyes sparkled: "My father bought me several mechs, and I like disassembling and assembling them the most."

Exclaimed, Lance suddenly realized: "Your father is really looking forward to his son Jackie Chan."

Even he and his elder brother only have a mecha as a toy each. Andy was born in a baron family, and it is said that the family property is not particularly rich. Since he was a child, he was willing to buy civilian mechas for his children to dismantle and play. Not a lot, right?