MTL - LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!-Chapter 816 Was it turned into an imperial male god? 2
Maybe there are the marshals of the future of the Empire in the students who are onlookers today!
The media is waiting for the audience of the entire Tamar Galaxy to watch the live broadcast around the star network.
On the main channel in the southeast of the Imperial Capital, two floating vehicles are driving side by side.
In fact, one is a deep purple with a very large color, and even a very strange painting with a thorn flower.
It can be said that it is very eye-catching.
The other one is a very low-key silver-gray, old-fashioned body, I can imagine the owner of this car, it is also a character that is not ridiculous.
"Hey Ares, don't you feel excited? Wait a minute, we will soon be in front of tens of billions of viewers!" A squeaky voice sounded.
After a long time in the silver-gray body, there was a cold and faint response: "I don't think, trouble."
Although the sound is cold, the sound is clear, and the owner of the sound is quite young.
"Hey, you are really as boring as ever." The owner of the purple floating car spit a word, and he was a little bit guilty. "I want to say, you can really see the beauty that Mrs. Oli has inherited to you. Otherwise, that What are the guys who have been swayed by the imperial girls?"
"……bored."
"..."
When the two cars arrived at the main entrance of the First Military Academy, it happened to be at 9:00 am in the Imperial City.
Seeing the gray and purple cars, the crowds were boiling.
This is the new life chief!
The custom passed down by the First College: Every freshman who has the best academic and practical achievements, that is, the new student, will come to the school at 9:00 am that day.
This custom is not a rigid regulation of the college, but it has become a rule that all new students abide by.
Those other trainees also voluntarily waited until the final registration was over before signing up.
The car stopped.
The purple suspension car slowly lags behind, letting the silver-gray vehicle go in front.
The door is open.
A teenager in a black silver uniform came out.
The wind blew his silver-white and shoulder-length hair, and the perfect college uniform was perfectly blended with his cool, snowy temperament.
The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and then the various photo-taking devices kept ringing.
“Is this really a student of the First Military Academy? I suspect this is a red carpet!”
"Wake upstairs, have you seen such a good star on the red carpet?"
"My legs are soft, my eyes... I can't describe them."
"It’s unattainable. The strange thing is that this man is so unattainable. I don’t feel resentful at all, but I feel that I deserve it.”
"Upstairs +1, obviously a delicate young boy, the gas field is invincible!"
Ares didn't even give a little bit of alms to the people around him. His look was calm. It was better to say that it was the expressionless finish of the distance at the entrance of the college and disappeared into the public's field of vision.
When he walked to the uninhabited place, Ares sighed a few times.
It’s weird.
He looked down at his hand, white, soft, and delicate, but not at all.
These hands have the power that everyone can't ignore.
He was born with consciousness, but lost all his memories.
This made him very prepared for the surroundings, and even if he could detect the goodwill of the people around him, Ares remained vigilant about everything.
