The whole empire is bringing us together

Although he knew that Hyperion could eat it since he was in school, Quint never expected that he would be able to eat like this. Quint specially made breakfast that was three times the amount he usually eats. Bo Lian wiped out completely.

Looking at it now, when the two of them ate at the State Guest Hotel before, Hyperion might not even be half full in order to take care of his image.

"Don't eat so much. I just sobered up, and my stomach can't take it anymore." Quint was really scared, and spoke to stop him.

"It's fine, I'm in good health." After finishing speaking, Hyperion realized that he seemed to be the least qualified person to say that he was in good health, and added: "It's all because your food is delicious."

No matter how he was praised for his craftsmanship, he was very happy. Under the watchful eyes of Quint, Hyperion finished the meal, and Church took the empty bowl away, and took over the task of washing the dishes automatically.

Wiping his mouth contentedly, Hyperion leaned back on the chair back in a relaxed manner, staring at Quint who was thinking about something with his downcast eyes, the more he watched, the more he liked it.

"Okay, dinner is over, let's talk about business." Quint raised his head with a serious face: "Just after we entered the house last night, you suddenly got up and told me to run, and you gave me Leviathan. Do you remember what happened back then?"

"Hallucinations." Since Quint knew his physical condition from the very beginning, Hyperion didn't hide it from him, "I saw something bad, and I was too drunk and my mind was not clear enough to recognize it. Hallucination."

Quint's face became serious: "Has it happened before?"

"No, it was the first time yesterday." Hyperion comforted him unconsciously: "Don't worry, the doctor said it's the same as bone pain, it's a normal complication, and it doesn't necessarily mean anything."

"Don't lie to me." Quint said softly: "I probably know what you are thinking now, but Hyperion, no matter what, there must be at least one person who knows your actual situation, in case something really happens to you It’s good to have a take care of things.”

"You want to be the only one who knows my real situation?" Hyperion put one arm casually on the back of the chair, with a smile in his eyes: "I didn't even tell my family, you just want to be compared to my family Do you mean someone who is still close?"

Quint was already immune to Hyperion's teasing anytime and anywhere to a certain extent, so he selectively ignored his last sentence and said, "Don't mention anything else, I just ask if you are willing."

"Yes." Hyperian turned back and sat down, and also solemnly said: "As long as it is not a secret that must be kept, no matter what, at any time, I will never hide it from you."

"Don't..."

"I love you Quint, I have always loved you all these years." Hyperion smiled wryly: "Yes, at that time I took the initiative to ask you not to wait for me, but that was something I had to do The best choice. These days, I have been wanting to ask you seriously—are you still willing to leave me room for redemption?"

Quint suddenly didn't know what to say, Hyperion's sudden confession ended all topics, and an unexplainable impulse fermented quietly in his heart.But he is no longer the timid and doubtful self who used to keep everything in his heart.

Last night in the illusion, Hyperion would rather give up his hope of surviving and let him go, which completely defeated the defense line he had built with great difficulty.

Hyperion pressed on every step of the way, and he couldn't back down like this anymore.

"I know you had a lot of difficulties back then. You are fine. All the problems were on me. I haven't..." Quint was a little incoherent, and the last words were so soft that he couldn't make out. He raised his eyes and looked directly at Haibo. Lian's eyes, trying to make himself look more sincere: "Give me some time, please? I will try my best to adjust myself."

He paused, and added: "Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting, because I still... care about you."

"It's okay." Hyperion got up and walked in front of him, squatted down slowly, grabbed Quint's hands on his knees, and pressed a warm kiss on his palm: "I've been waiting for 20 years, don't care Wait a little longer."

The touch in the palm of his hand was as gentle as a feather, Quint subconsciously curled his fingers, and he stretched out his other hand to touch the back of Hyperion's neck.The wound had completely healed, but he knew that there was a bloodstain that was cut for him.

·

The first time Hyperion discovered that his thoughts on Quint were not the ordinary kind was in the ninth week after coming to the Omega Academy, just as the opening ceremony of the academy was approaching, after experiencing the monthly pheromone resistance After training, the instructors showed mercy and gave them a two-day vacation.

The physical fitness coach knows how energetic Alphas of their age are, and the training intensity is extremely high on weekdays. As a full-blooded Alpha, Hyperion is forced to go back to the dormitory after training every day, and put his mind on the bed. Nothing else, just want to sleep.

Ushering in a rare two-day vacation, Hyperion finally had time to solve his physical problems.When he came here, he only used the ring net simulator in the first week. After that, the amount of training increased, and he started to get up in the middle of the night or early in the morning to wash his underwear.

Hyperion was trained by the old General Morse to be a soldier since he was a child, unlike Hanselton who confronted his parents with a stern face, he always ordered and prohibited him, and his family did not allow him to enter and leave those romantic places. I have stepped into it, and I have never really been in a relationship, so I have never had a real sex life at the age of 21.

Log in to the ring network and enter a special channel that is only open to adults.Hyperion's virtual figure flickered twice, and appeared steadily in the hall under the dim blue light. The data models stood on the round platform, and various data of the body were marked on the floating screen beside them.

Among them, there are six human genders, all of which are virtual characters modeled by the ring network according to customer needs.If the tourists are interested in which one, they can press their fingerprints on the screen to complete the payment, and then they can download the data to their own ring network database and use it freely in the simulator.

Hyperion walked around, walking among all kinds of virtual beauties without much interest.He has never been able to find a model that fully meets his wishes, because he himself does not know exactly what he likes.He has used the data of female Omega and beta before, and also tried a model of male Omega. He thinks it is cool, but there is still something missing.

Hanselton suggested that it was impossible to let him try Alpha, maybe it would open the door to a new world, Hyperion threw this issue into the trash can without even thinking about it, how soft and cute Omega is. Well, he would have to think about it so much that he would use an Alpha that was as rigid as him, and it hurt his hands.

In the end, he still chose to give up the model and use the dream mode as always.

A hidden small door opened at the corner leading to the underground floor. Hyperion opened the door and walked through the long corridor. The corridor was completely transparent, and countless light blue bright spots floated in it, indicating that it was under construction. dream.

The dream is constructed by monitoring the signal fluctuations of the cerebral cortex, which can fully reflect the subconscious mind of the user. The special technology allows the user to clearly feel and remember everything in the dream, which is a real lucid dream.After walking another distance, the surrounding starry sky gradually blurred, the dim blue light brightened, a door appeared at the end of the corridor, Hyperion pushed it open, and the empty training room came into view.

In the corner, the black-haired boy was sitting on the floor, with a data screen unfolded above his crossed legs. He looked down at the screen, writing and drawing with his fingers on the other screen next to him, and beside him was a pile of gun and machine parts. , a half-loaded lasgun lay at his feet.

He was wearing the white shirt he usually wears on weekdays, the hem was tied into the belt, and his ankles were exposed from the bottom of his trousers because he was sitting.

Hyperion froze for a moment, the corridor behind him slowly disappeared, the place where the door was originally opened turned into a wall, everything was no different from the training room of the academy, even the slightly dimmer overhead light on the left It was exactly the same as the one they used to go to most.

This is his dream?

He's dreaming of Quint in a sex.love sim?

What a joke!

Forced to face the desire hidden in the deepest part of the day, after the initial disbelief, the excitement burst out from the bottom of his heart along with the shame, and the sinful desire drove Hyperian to take a step forward, asking tentatively: "Kun special?"

"Huh?" The person in the corner raised his head and saw him smiling, his voice was very gentle: "Why are you late today?"

"I was delayed on the road for a while." He boldly sat down next to Quint, leaned over and pretended to look at the screen, almost touching Quint's cheek, and faintly smelled the fragrance of shower gel - something they had never seen before. There is a distance, close enough to be able to kiss with a little movement.

Here he can do whatever he wants to Quint, and no one will know except himself.

No one will ever know.

This realization almost made Hyperion tremble with excitement, he no longer had any scruples, and immediately practiced those fantasies that often flashed in his mind in his daily life.Hyperion took Quint into his arms, bit his ear and whispered vaguely: "Quint, how can you be so cute."

The floating screen disappeared without a sound. Quint struggled to get up, but was held tightly by Alpha, so he patted his arm, his ears were red, and he looked embarrassed: "What are you doing?"

"I want to kiss you, can I?"

Even though it was his own dream, Hyperion still didn't want to vent it directly. He carefully sought Quint's opinion, as if he would stop immediately once the person in his arms said "no".

But it was his dream after all.Quint grabbed his arm nervously with both hands, and the side of his neck was touched one after another.He whimpered softly and didn't speak.

It went on like this for a long time, so long that Hyperion couldn't bear it anymore, he finally turned his head, his amber eyes were as clear as ever, and he kissed Hyperion's lips very lightly.

……

Hyperion hugged Quint tenderly, rubbed the bloody tooth marks on the back of his neck with his fingertips, and whispered without even realizing it:

"I really like you."

It was suddenly dark in front of his eyes, Hyperion took off the simulator, loosened his hand, and the small instrument worn on the ear rolled directly from his palm onto the bed.He lay on his back panting constantly, wanting to get up and go to the bathroom to wash up, but his arms softened and he rolled directly from the bed to the floor.

Hold.He cursed inwardly, the dizziness caused by excessive use of the simulator hadn't completely subsided, Hyperion sat on the side of the bed, closed his eyes and slowly waited for the negative reaction to disappear.

The soft touch brought by Quint’s body seems to be still at the nerve endings, his trembling voice with joy is especially close to his ears, but the reality tells Hyperion mercilessly that everything is fake, how much he is in the simulator Excitement, how empty it is right now.

Finally regaining his strength, Hyperion got up with a sullen face and went to the bathroom.The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Halfway through the shower, Hanselton slammed the door open and came in, pinching his nose and shouting: "My God, what are you doing! The whole corridor is full of your pheromones." smell! Are you in love?"

Hyperion was already on the brink of a low pressure explosion, and Hanselton who broke in suddenly became the spark that ignited the fire and medicine barrels. He grabbed the soap box on the shelf and threw it at Hanselton who broke in with a disagreement said, "Get out!"

Hanselton tilted his head and the soap box brushed his ears and flew over. Seeing Hyperion's angry face and red eyes, he quickly took a step back and closed the door very wisely.

"What's the situation." Hansenton bent down and picked up the soap box that hadn't been smashed all at once and put it on the table: "Why is my temper suddenly so violent... The quality of this thing is not bad, I will buy this one in the future .”

As he said that, he wrinkled his nose, with an unbearable expression on his face: "Damn, how long has he been playing, he must have suffered from kidney failure."

Although the huge gap between virtual and reality made Hyperion lose his temper for no reason, he could only blame himself for this matter, and he quickly adjusted himself.After putting on his clothes and wiping his hair, Hyperion apologized to Hanselton, who had his arms crossed and his face full of displeasure: "Sorry, I couldn't control it just now, I didn't mean to yell at you."

"It's okay." Hanselton waved his hand, and he could smell the strong smell of Hyperion pheromone from the corridor, and broke into his dormitory because he was afraid that he would be forced into heat due to resistance training.Now that he was sure he was all right, he showed a subtle expression of "I understand, I understand", and said, "I remember you are quite restrained, what's going on today?"

"Don't ask." Hyperion said: "It's just that I don't have time for a while, and I couldn't control it because I was so excited today."

"Who would believe that you can get too excited because of the simulator when you usually look like an old man who is clean and self-conscious, which is different from your bunch of alphas with brains?" Hanselton kept urging him: "Say it, don't be shy. .”

Hyperion sighed, and pushed him away: "Okay, okay, don't you still have to attend the speech at the open day? Hurry up and get ready."

Both of them are adults, and it is normal to have secrets that they don’t want to talk about. Hanselton saw that Hyperion really didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t ask any more. He put his hands on the back of the sofa and complained sadly: “It’s annoying, there’s a secret. If you want me to speak at any event, it’s as if someone is willing to listen, so there’s nothing to talk about.”

"Just get used to it. If you can't get used to it now, you will have to bear it when you become the emperor."

"What's the rush? My dad is in good health. He can last at least another four to fifty years." Hanselton told Hyperion the life blueprint he had drawn long ago: "When I graduate, I will serve in the army." Two or three years, and then take your wife and children to other planets to wander around, before you are trapped by the throne, you can finish all the fun, look at this life, it’s so beautiful."

At this time, Hanselton's communicator sounded a special alert tone, and he clicked on the communication request, and the screen unfolded silently in front of him, in which Connor was lying on the sofa, asking him lazily if he wanted to play together.

"Go." Although this may be the beginning of another slavery, Hanselton instantly forgot about the preparation to speak when faced with Connor's invitation, and agreed without hesitation, even vaguely expecting: "As long as we Two?"

"Hmm..." Connor thought for a while and shouted, "Quint, do you want to hang out together?"

"Where are you going?" Quint's voice was vague and unclear, and Hyperion unconsciously remembered the appearance of Quint calling his name begging for mercy in the "dream", pursed his lips, and pressed his hand on the back of the sofa Unconsciously use force.

"Just go for a stroll, isn't it the open day? I feel that activities are being prepared everywhere, and it must be fun." Connor grabbed the corner of Quint's clothes passing by and shook: "Come on, let's have a look." Get up, I'll call a few more people together."

"it is good."

Hearing that Quint agreed, Hyperion took the opportunity to say, "Would you like to add me?"

"Okay, that's just right, it's fun when there are more people." Seeing Hyperion taking the initiative to go, the smile on Connor's face became subtle. He glanced at Quint who was out of the camera, and put his hand on his chin and said, "Then Just gather at the school gate at eleven o'clock."

But now in Hyperion's house, the two of them have said everything clearly, without the last layer of hazy cover, Quint felt a strange sense of relief. He had something to do last night and this morning, so he didn't have time Looking at the house that they selected and decorated together, they looked around and said, "Can I see your house?"

"Just look at it." Hyperion keenly noticed that Quint's movements were not right when he was walking, and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"My waist hurts a little, it's okay." Quint stood still in front of the decorative hanging picture, and reached out to touch the hollowed-out picture frame.

"Where did you sleep last night?" Hyperion stood behind him and reached out to rub his waist: "Shall I rub it for you?"

"On the sofa." Quint quickly slapped his hands away as if he had expected what Hyperion was going to do: "Don't move, do you have to let me beat you up?" Will you be honest?"

"I remember the guest room was cleaned up, why didn't you go to sleep there." Hyperian stood up obediently, with his hands naturally hanging by his side: "Okay, you can hit me, I'll give you two hands."

Quint stared at him for about ten seconds, but he couldn't find a place to strike, so he had to give up: "Forget it, you are as strong as a bull, and my hand hurts if I beat you."

"Hit it, have you forgotten the fighting skills I taught you back then?" Hyperian took Quint's hand to touch his abdomen, stayed on the hard abdominal muscles for a few seconds, and then slowly moved down: "Or here too."

"If you play hooligan again, I'll call the police!" Quint hurriedly pulled his hand out of Hyperion's palm, blushing with embarrassment, and walked towards Hyperion's study like a cover-up: "Is there anything in your study that I can't see? "

"No, you just go in. I put all the important documents in the office of the military department." Hyperion followed Quint into the study room. Sure enough, Quint, like everyone else, saw the man who was placed by him at a glance. The submarine model in the most obvious position of the bookcase.

Seeing Quint hurried forward, Hyperion smiled.Quint couldn't wait to touch the glass cover outside the submarine, turned his head, his eyes sparkled like stars in surprise: "Is this the one I gave you back then?"

"Yes." Hyperian took the glass cover away, and gave the model to Quint: "The first gift you gave me."

The submarine’s dark-coated shell was as clean as new. Presumably Hyperion never forgot to maintain it even during the expedition. Quint held the model and used his impression to fiddle with the small buttons inside.He can't describe in words the feeling of seeing the gifts he once gave to others being treasured in this way after so many years, but it is undoubtedly pleasantly surprised and warm.

Quint looked at it for a long time before putting it back on the bookshelf. Hyperion covered the glass cover and said, "I didn't seem to return the gift back then. I don't know if you are still willing to accept it now."

"What are you going to give me?" Quint looked up at him, expectantly.

Hyperion didn't speak, he stepped forward slightly, lowered his head, and pressed a soft kiss on Quint's forehead.

"Reciprocity. I prepared it with my heart, so don't be disgusted."

Quint had to go to the laboratory in the morning, and it happened that Hyperion was also going to the White Tower for treatment, so the two went on the same road.Hyperion was in a good mood and almost wanted to hum a little tune. He changed Leviathan's chain and put it around his neck again, and asked, "Can I pick you up from get off work at noon?"

"You can do whatever you want." Now that he has decided to adjust himself, Quint doesn't just want to refuse like he did at the beginning. He can already feel Hyperion's feelings for him clearly, but he still doesn't know how much he feels about him. Beryan's feeling is whether or not he wants to spend his life with the love of his life.

After seeing the tragic tragedy of self-righteous love, now he has to be more cautious, lest he also embark on that embarrassing road.

The two walked into the gate of the White Tower together. Angelita was taking her son who had just entered junior high school to learn about plants in the courtyard. Little Alpha was extremely energetic and noisy. It was the voice of the child opposite Quint when he was on the phone in the stairwell that day.

"Uncle Quint!" Seeing Quint from a distance, the little Alpha immediately ran over. Angelita straightened her waist, with the handle of a parasol on her shoulders, stood among the flowers and smiled at them: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Quint was thrown into his arms, and the little Alpha put his arms around his neck on tiptoes, and said excitedly: "Uncle! I used the method you taught me, and sure enough my teacher didn't say a word. Let me go back! His expression at that time was really hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The boy was quite heavy, and Quint could only bend slightly while being held by his neck: "Really, I just said, don't be afraid or rush to quarrel when encountering such things in the future, and reason with the teacher in private, he won't It will be difficult for you."

"Yeah! I'll know later...Wow!" The boy suddenly soared into the air halfway through his speech, and Hyperion pinched his armpit with both hands and picked him up, and lifted him up to "fly" in a circle, making the child scream excitedly. Call.

Putting Angelita's son down, Hyperion said to him with a serious face: "You are a little Alpha, even if it is your Uncle Quint, you can't hug other people's wife's neck, do you understand? "

"You're talking nonsense again!" Quint couldn't hold back and kicked Hyperion's leg. Hyperion's foot was as stable as a mountain, and he said to the child, "Look, your Uncle Quint Are you angry?"

Angelita came over and rubbed her son's head, and said with a smile, "This is the first time I see you two coming together."

"I drank too much last night and Quint sent me back, so I stayed at my house for one night." Hyperian secretly gestured to her that everything was going well, and said, "Then let's go first."

"Goodbye, Uncle Quint, and General Morse!" The boy waved to them from his mother's side.

"By the way, experts from the Federation are coming here today." Angelita suddenly remembered and said, "To put it bluntly, no matter what, he is a member of the Federation. You should always pay attention."

"I see." Hyperion nodded, "Thank you for reminding me."

When he arrived in the treatment room, Hyperion immediately told the person in charge about the hallucinations. The person in charge looked as if he had expected it a long time ago, motioned him to sit down on the chair, and put on the examination instrument on his head: "From a At the beginning, the diagnosis report I issued stated that hallucinations would be included in the complications, so you don’t have to worry too much, um... May I take the liberty to ask the general what you saw?"

"Zergs, there are a lot of Zergs, and they are very real." Hyperion closed his eyes according to the instruction: "Although there is a reason for me to be drunk, I think it is so real that it surpasses hallucinations."

"As far as I know, hallucinations sometimes reflect the deepest fears in people's hearts. General, you have been fighting abroad for 20 years, and you may have left some shadows unknowingly." The person in charge said euphemistically.

Hyperion was silent for a moment, before admitting: "Yes, I do have shadows on those creatures..."

Killing the general Morstan who taught me with his own hands, even knowing that he has been swallowed by the shadow worms to swallow all human consciousness, but General Morstan's eyes widened in disbelief when he was shot in the heart by him. The nightmare of Hyperion's time.

Compared to Etes, who is extremely capable in individual combat and can move without hindrance in the cosmic environment, the last thing Hyperion wants to face is the Zerg. Those disgusting and ugly guys rely on almost abnormal reproduction and self-healing abilities Spreading like a virus, with their master, their heart as the center, radiating to the surroundings, eliminating all alien life.

Once they took back a rare earth planet with an important strategic position from the Zerg.That war lasted for four full months. They kept pushing the front line day and night, but they could only move forward at an extremely slow speed.The hyphae grown by the Zerg sprayed poisonous spores all the time, and they used the corpses of their companions to fill up the technological backwardness with no regard for battle damage-until Hyperion destroyed their lair on that planet.

His first lieutenant died in this war. The Zerg dragged his body back to the nest and cultivated the next generation in his abdominal cavity. When the larvae broke out, Alpha's broken body became the organic matter in the nest part of the spread.

When Hyperion saw so many Zergs yesterday, he really thought he was going to die - there was no way humans could defeat them with bare hands.

"For the sake of your safety, I don't recommend you to drink excessively until you recover." After the inspection, the person in charge helped to remove the instrument from Hyperion's head: "It is even more difficult for you to judge the authenticity of the illusion when you are drunk. It is easy to hurt yourself or others.”

"I see." Hyperion asked after not seeing the genetics expert from the Federation after coming for so long, "I heard from Angelita that the experts from the Federation have arrived."

"Yes, Professor Burke Fergus is working with His Highness Connor to analyze your current situation and formulate a treatment plan. He should come over after a while. General, let's continue the treatment first."

Quint changed his clothes and walked around the lab. Several of his students were very hardworking, and he only needed to give some pointers from time to time.In the past few years, his health has not been very good. Although he is still not free, he is not as busy as he was at the beginning when taking care of two or three key projects at the same time. He is so busy that he even has to stay in the laboratory for eating and sleeping.

Quint spent three hours drawing a part of the weapon, ready to take a rest, he took his water glass, strolled to the genetic clinic, to see how Hyperion was doing.

As the chief, he has very high authority in the White Tower, and can pass through the access control of almost all laboratories.Quint entered the gene therapy room lightly. The two people who were talking in the glass window glanced at someone coming in from the corner of their eyes, and immediately turned their heads.

Among them, the one wearing a mask is the head of the treatment plan, Connor's former classmate.The other is a tall male Alpha, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, with a refined appearance, and he is also someone Quint knows.

The color of his pupils is a slightly pinkish red, which has never been seen in the imperial people.The person in charge opened the door to the glass partition for Quint, and Quint went in and said to him, "Long time no see, Professor Burke."

"Long time no see, Chief Quint." Burke Fergus smiled at him.The two shook hands, and Burke said, "You still look the same as before, nothing has changed."

"Really? What did I look like back then?" Quint looked at Hyperion who was lying in the ellipsoidal treatment cabin. Alpha's brows were still frowned habitually, which made Quint want to go up and smooth him. , although his eyes are closed tightly, he exudes a tyrannical aura that makes people dare not easily provoke him.

"When I first saw you, I thought it was beautiful and clean, but when I got in touch with you, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by your talent." As a combined Alpha, Burke didn't need to wear a barrier armband. As a federal person, he doesn't have this thing, his pheromone can be emitted without any barrier, but because he has already combined, he won't actively attract Omega.

Quint took out his trademark polite and alienated smile, and said softly: "You are absurd."

"No amount of praise can be too much for you."

The person in charge at the side always felt that something was wrong when he heard his words. It didn't seem like a combined Alpha said to other Omega, let alone a refined and gentle person like Burke.

Quint just laughed and didn't answer. Since he was in school, he has been used to using the indifference that is just right in his politeness to those who are interested in him. If he doesn't say anything else, he just feels like he can't receive a response. It's enough to make you feel sick.

His method has been tried and tested, except for a thick-skinned old rascal like Hyperion who will fail one after another.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Quint took the initiative to change the subject: "How is the situation of General Morse?"

"We are working hard to curb the further deterioration of his condition. The general is in a good mood and is actively cooperating with the treatment." The person in charge said: "With Professor Burke participating in the treatment plan, the situation will be much better."

"What's the worst-case scenario?"

"The worst thing is that our treatment doesn't work, the general's gene collapses, and various complications will torture him very painfully, but it's not time to think about this yet, things can turn around, and we will do our best. "

"Don't worry, you trust me." Burke patted him on the shoulder lightly. "I will cure him. If something happens to him, you will be very sad."

"It would hurt anyone to lose an old friend."

"Your relationship with Admiral Morse is just an old friend?"

"At least right now." Quint restrained his smile, "But if one day I want to get married, Hyperion is the best candidate I know right now."

"Because the pheromones are [-]% fused?" With the development of the ring network today, news from any place can be known, let alone this big event in Congress that caused a sensation in the entire empire.

When Quint heard an outsider from Burke comment on his relationship with Hyperion, he felt annoyed, but he still couldn't see anything on his face, and calmly said: "No, unlike the Federation, the indicator of integration is in the empire. It doesn't matter, we pay attention to free love, and what we value is something other than instinct."

"Really." Burke smiled and pushed his glasses. Now that human technology can completely cure myopia, people who still wear glasses are more for decoration.Seeing that Quint was not in high spirits, he stopped asking emotional questions and talked about Hyperion's body.

"It doesn't matter, I will take care of him, no matter what method, as long as it works for his body." After learning that the most effective targeted drug will aggravate complications to a certain extent, Quint is still hesitating whether to use it or not. The person in charge of the medication said: "The current situation on the front line is not too optimistic. He must also want to recover as soon as possible and return to the front line."

"Let's ask General Morse later." Burke said, "For a doctor, the patient's wishes are the most important thing."

Speaking of which, Burke looked at Hyperion in the treatment cabin, and was almost not taken aback. Alpha, who was soaked in a special solution, opened his eyes at some point, and stared at him expressionlessly, as if he wanted to eat people. .

As soon as Hyperion opened his eyes, he saw the pheasant Alpha that came out of nowhere with his hand on Quint's shoulder, and he was still so close. He was soaked in the solution and couldn't hear the outside sound, so he could only rely on reading. Lips blurred what they were saying.

After that, he kept staring at the Alpha wearing glasses, and finally waited until he looked over.Knowing that this person was probably the expert from the Federation, in order to prevent offending the expert, he would put on small shoes for himself, so Hyperion resisted staring at him, closed his eyes, and looked at Quint.

Quint smiled lightly at him, Hyperion suddenly felt comforted, he also smiled, and closed his eyes again.

The sharp pain emanating from the depths of the bone marrow was like sharp knives sliding continuously on his nerves, and the repair of stem cells by nano-robots brought a numbness like ants gnawed, but Hyperion has lived until now, and has gone from dying countless times Struggling to return to the human world on the edge of the abyss of pain, physical torture is nothing to him.

Consciousness was gradually blurred under the effects of severe pain and drugs, and in the silence, those old memories over the years emerged, leaving behind glimpses of light.

·

Beluga Star Calendar 12983, Omega Academy.

In the fifth week of the arrival of the merit-based plan participants, Quint Sanguan, who witnessed Connor and Hansenton kissing in the cafeteria at noon, was caught off guard by a violent blow, and remained silent throughout the afternoon.

Finally after class, Quint returned to the dormitory early after eating. He was busy with projects these days, and every time he came back from the study room, Connor was already in his room ready to sleep, and the two of them also Not much opportunity for communication.

He was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book, but he couldn't calm down, his mind was full of the images he saw at noon.

How long has it been? How did Connor and Hanselton fall in love quietly?

It took more than an hour for Connor to come back, covered in