As we all know, the admiral's adjutant Lu Anhe has a mecha with extremely strong defense, which is named "Aegis Shield".

Different from mechas of general proportions, it looks slightly bulkier. The arms and legs of the mecha are slightly shorter, but the fuselage is longer and heavier. Its attack power may not be as good as other S-class mechas in combat, but it can defend itself.

The strongest light barrier was erected from the fuselage, so Lu Anhe gave it this name out of the blue.

And now its owner is holding its key, shivering in the United Front Department of the Second Mecha Ground.

Behind He Yunting is a complex and sophisticated console, with various battle images switching between split screens.

He spread his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked down at Lu Anhe, who was huddled in the revolving chair. The young lieutenant colonel's frightened face was reflected in his blue eyes.

"Boss! I have sweated for the empire! I have shed blood fighting the Zerg! You can't just ignore the kindness and burn the bridge!"

"I know." General He affirmed the adjutant's statement, "Just rub it in."

"I know it's due for an annual inspection! But it really doesn't need repairing!"

"Guaranteed not to affect any functions." The admiral added warmly.

"But there is training recently! I have to use it!" Lu Anhe was still resisting stubbornly.

He Yunting exposed it ruthlessly: "I don't need your machine for training recently."

Lu Anhe hid the hand holding the key behind his back and refused to obey: "No, boss! Zeus is my other half! Do you understand the other half? Borrowing it is equivalent to borrowing my wife!"

He Yunting raised his eyebrows.

Lu Anhe frowned: "Really! Just like you and Mr. Lin -"

He stopped the car mid-sentence.

He Yunting raised an eyebrow halfway and frowned.

Lu Anhe realized what he had said, but he couldn't take it back after all, so he could only continue to guard his keys and wait for his boss to be punished.

"Then -" He Yunting thought for a moment and was about to continue giving orders.

But just as he was about to continue speaking, Lu Anhe sighed: "I'll go, I'll go! I'll help you date Mr. Lin! But you are not allowed to attack my Zeus!"

Lieutenant Colonel Lu frowned.

It turned out that He Yunting had entered Lin Han's office and scrapped all the drafts he had made before he said "Lu An and the mecha are also broken". As a result, Lin Han looked at him with strange eyes for a long time and said "Oh"

The admiral was already giving the admiral a headache. Now he could get a date without having to dismantle the Aegis of Aegis. He Yunting was naturally satisfied. What he was waiting for was this sentence, decisively: "Okay."

Lu Anhe was relieved that his baby had finally escaped from the clutches of the devil and burst into tears.

The leader's satisfaction is the greatest satisfaction. Lieutenant Colonel Lu, who had saved his wife, hid the mecha key with great care, then turned around and spoke again: "Boss! I still have a question that I have always wanted to ask."

He Yunting looked sideways at him with doubts in his eyes.

"Why do you want to invite Mr. Lin?"

He also used the fact that my mecha was broken as a lame excuse.

He Yunting pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lu Anhe's eyes looked serious, not like a casual question mixed with curiosity about the leader's gossip.

Just like...if He Yunting said "yes" and said "love at first sight", then the adjutant would complete it with the courage to complete a military order.

But He Yunting really worked hard to straighten his thoughts.

I really can’t explain it.

His understanding of this area is zero. Any area must be explored bit by bit. It seems not a responsible thing 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 the 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, and when Lu Anhe thought that this issue would just end, He Yunting's voice came again: "But... I want to see him."

Lu Anhe stopped for a moment.

"I don't like banquets either." He Yunting said.

But if there is that person, it should be better.

He didn't say the last sentence, and Lu Anhe didn't ask anymore.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you make an appointment." Lu Anhe, who had no other choice, sighed and decided that since he couldn't escape, he might as well help his leader with advice, "Then do you want me to help Mr. Lin prepare something?"

He Yunting only thought about inviting people, and didn't think about anything else at all: "What are you preparing for?"

"The dress." Lu Anhe said, "Last time you celebrated your victory, Mr. Lin came wearing the uniform of the institute. This time it is your birthday after all..."

"Okay." He Yunting finally agreed with Lu Anhe's suggestion, and mentally approved of this talkative subordinate's behavior of always hiding snacks on his aircraft, and even decided to give him a little extra salary.

"Okay, then I'll go get ready." After the crisis was over, Lu Anhe put the keys away and was stopped by He Yunting when he walked to the door.

"You pick out some styles of clothes and I'll choose them." 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 about it?"

Three days later, Wen Tianyao’s dinner.

He Yunting attended as scheduled.

His Royal Highness the Prince announced at the beginning of the banquet that today was also the general's birthday. After hearing this, many people immediately came over to express their congratulations and elaborated on their admiration and love for the general.

He Yunting was as cold and taciturn as ever, and he blocked all the compliments with a cold face, as if today was not his birthday, but more like a debt collection day.

He sat in the seat arranged for the birthday boy and looked 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 was over.

He Yunting didn't have much joy in his expression. He just said "thank you" lightly and said nothing more.

Wen Tianyao didn't seem to mind, and after chatting for a few more words, he continued to chat and laugh with others.

Lu Anhe sat down with He Yunting and felt the waves of low pressure coming from beside him.

"I took a look, and it's hard to tell which side the prince is from," Lu Anhe said, leaning closer. "There are two factions. He is comfortable with both factions. It's hard to say which side he belongs to."

"Besides, to say the least, if it was him, he couldn't be stupid enough for us to find out." Lu Anhe stopped here.

yes.

This prince is the future heir, so he obviously cannot have any position, so why would he want to touch a general who has no other position like him?

Even if he moves, what can he get from it?

--Obviously, nothing.

Not even the slightest benefit can be gained.

Apparently He Yunting had also considered this matter. He nodded slightly: "It's really unlikely that it's him. Don't worry too much."

Lu An said "Yeah".

After all, the situation was not right, so He Yunting stopped mentioning the matter.

The prince's dinner is indeed not as rigid as the traditional one. Everything is casual. There is no need to sit in a certain position for half the night and eat fixed food that may not necessarily suit your taste.

You can pick up any food and wine by yourself. There are no fixed seats, so you can come as you like.

Originally, everyone didn't come to this place to eat. After a while, Wen Tianyao said that he had arranged a dance and invited everyone to join him.

Hearing these words, Lu Anhe felt that the pressure of the people around him dropped again.

As the atmosphere gradually became warmer, many people also stepped onto the dance floor.

"Boss..." Lu Anhe only dared to speak and did not dare to look at anyone.

After all, he was the one who promised to invite people here a few days ago.

"Yeah." He Yunting responded solemnly, "Forget it."

It's not like he wasn't prepared for rejection.

Lu Anhe whispered: "Mr. Lin said he would consider it... I always think he can agree..."

After all, I have collected all the dresses I sent.

He Yunting said nothing, his eyes were heavy.

When Lin Han arrived at the designated place, he was already half an hour late.

Because it was almost time for dinner before he decided to keep the appointment.

He was wearing the white dress prepared by He Yunting, with a unique and exquisite black tie at the neckline. It was less dull and more noble than the uniforms of the institute. From a distance, he looked very handsome and elegant.

Little white poplar.

Lin Han followed the steps and entered the venue smoothly. He was about to find a corner to sit down away from the crowd, and also looked for the seats of He Yunting and Lu Anhe.

That day He Yunting came to him and said a bunch of hard and illogical words. He thought it was a bit funny, but he didn't deliberately embarrass him.
To be continued...