Whistle To the Earth, You Guys Really Know How To Play

Genn was floating and sinking in bizarre dreams, sometimes dreaming of the days surrounded by thousands of people on the earth, sometimes dreaming of the encounter after escaping to the garbage star, and dreaming of the moment when he reached the top of a district one step at a time. ...

Giggle...

The child’s crisp laughter lingered in his ears, and the reduced version of Qiao Rui ran over barefoot and stretched out his hand and shouted, "Brother...Brother..."

A black mist with teeth and claws stretched towards Qiao Rui like ghost claws.

Do not!

Stop! Let him go!

There are still many familiar faces in the dark mist falling asleep with their eyes closed... Father, mother, Owen, Scott... more and more... more and more...

Let go of them... let go of them!

Finally, the mist aimed the spearhead at Gern, and the devil's minions attacked!

Go away!

"what!"

With a cry of pain, Gern woke up profusely, and amid the violent mental fluctuations, all the spiritual tentacles were ejected.

"what's wrong?"

The door was quickly opened, and a soldier in a guard uniform came in and helped the man who fell on the ground. He was about to swear and looked up.

"You fucking..."

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, this... there are too many thinking tentacles, at least three-star strength, and more than enough to drive a king-level mecha...

Gern came back to his senses, distinguished between reality and dreams, retracted his spiritual touch, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't mean it, what did you just say?"

The soldier's face stiffened: "Eh? I, I said you are a damn...you are really a talent! Hahaha..." He sighed, picked up the clean clothes that fell on the ground and handed it to Gern, saying, "Hey It will be a camp in the future. Now that you wake up, you can clean up and eat. If you go to the cafeteria late, there will be nothing left."

Guern took the clothes suspiciously and shook it off. It was a unique uniform of the Guards. His heart beat abruptly, and he asked carefully: "What do you mean?"

"As far as General Morris meant, let you join our guard battalion." The soldier scratched his head. "You kid is really good. We have all heard that there have been hundreds of people overturned in the wheel battle. This year the general will choose an adjutant. Take hold! I am optimistic about you!"

"adjutant?"

"Yeah! Actually, it was long overdue. It has been delayed until now. There is a rumor that the general is going to be promoted to marshal. Hush..." The soldier regretted it a little after he said, "Don't say that I said it."

"Yeah." Gunn was not interested in these gossips. Although he was wondering how this kind of news could come out, he just gave a hum.

The soldier murmured: "It depends on how developed your thinking tentacles are. There is no problem in driving a king-class mecha. No wonder the general will make an exception to admit you in..."

Genn knew that he had just revealed his stuff when he heard it, and he urged: "I don't want more people to know."

"I understand, I understand." The soldier nodded with winnowing eyebrows: "It must be the general who told you to hide your strength! Don't worry, I have a strong mouth."

"..." Who was telling the general's gossip just now?

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A pair of straight and slender legs overlapped, Morris leaned his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest, his index and middle fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrests, making a crisp "click" sound, scratching his ears outside the quiet room.

The door was slightly buttoned twice, and the attendant said: "General, it has been arranged."

"Um."

A hum, like a hum from his throat, indescribably cozy and lazy.

The attendant retired consciously.

After the door closed, Morris opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"First! First! First!"

Overwhelming cheers resounded through the fighting arena in District 20, and the man holding the trophy, panting heavily, walked towards him step by step.

"General, there is a target in the A3 area."

I heard a report from my subordinates and found the target that had been traced for a long time.

But if he didn't realize it, he could only see those twinkling brown eyes, this person had an attempt to himself.

Morris has seen too many people who have intentions against him, you can tell from the look in his eyes.

And this person was the first to be so obvious and unabashed, as if to let him know, to swear to him.

Genn had already walked to the front step by step. Behind him was the remnant area where the enemy had fallen, and his face was full of blood, so he held the trophy in front of him.

"Give you."

The two of them were of equal height and their eyes were level. Morris rarely converged a little arrogant expression and looked at him squarely.

This person is not as weak as he appears. Yes, the number one in the 20th district is a weak chicken in his eyes. This man is definitely not only the strength of the 20th district, at least he feels the same threat.

Genn looked back at his censorship gaze undaunted, holding the trophy firmly in one hand and staying in the air.

Morris was startled slightly, and reached out his hand like a ghost to take it.

A little heavy, he thought, just like this man.

Like a deep and mysterious magnet, and like a very attractive starry sky vortex.

"General? A target was found in the A4 area, general?"

A report from his subordinates came again in his ears. He recovered, put away the inexplicably affected emotions, and walked out without expression.

...

Buckle——

"General."

The knock on the door accompanied the attendant's call to withdraw him from his thoughts.

Morris asked lazily: "What's the matter?"

"After receiving the notice, the joint military training will be held in Sagittarius 10 days later."

Morris leaned his head down on his hand, waiting for a long time without answering.

The attendant then asked: "Is the list of participants the same as last year?"

It seemed that after a century, the attendant hesitated whether to ask again, and worried that the general would be angry with the questioning, and Morris finally spoke.

"Add him."

The attendant was startled: "Who?"

Morris opened his gray-blue eyes, glanced at him without emotion, and said, "Gern."

"Yes!"

After talking about the attendant, he retired.

Morris stood up and stretched, turned his neck, and stretched.

Turning his head to see the trophy on the cabinet, the mystery of Gern made him want to approach and understand, but the strong aura made people feel jealous. When he helped him block the poisonous silver snake, he felt that he was It's harmless, it's really a complex human being.

"Heh..." Morris chuckled lightly, and there was a hint of brightness on his glamorous face.

"Joint training, let me see your true strength."

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