Chapter 1: National Man (1)

Zhifan Shen is very good looking.

This good-looking was good-looking in the broad sense of the word, and from childhood to old age, oh, and by old here I mean to his sixteen years of age thus far, anyone who saw him could not help but marvel at how flush and beautiful the child looked.

If it is a young girl will also secretly blush to turn away, crush Zhifan Shen girls from childhood have to be a dozen a plan, for this reason, Zhifan Shen that God damned son of a bitch annoying spirit sister life earned the first bucket of money is to sell his photo sold to.

The reason is to use beautiful to describe, because sixteen-year-old Zhifan Shen has not grown, is the kind of red lips and white teeth of the teenagers, stay fresh short hair, wearing the simplest white shirt, the wind blew, thin bangs below all the teenagers clean handsome eyebrows.

His disposition is also good, and he is also considered to love to smile, when the corner of his lips is hooked, tsk ...... with the painting.

What is the degree of good, probably bad mouth sister Zhirou Shen also often say Zhifan Shen although not much brain, but the good thing is that you do not need to learn what skills, even if you do not eat and lazy, but also can rely on the face to eat.

In fact, Zhifan Shen doesn't really like this so-called pretty look, as a boy, he still wants to be more mature and handsome.

So yesterday was still lamenting that I don't know when I'll grow up Zhifan Shen woke up to a dream come true after looking in the mirror a little ...... don't know what to cry or laugh about.

The person in the mirror was still him, there was absolutely no mistaking this, both from the all-too-familiar eyebrows and the small red mole on his neck, it should be his body.

Even the scars on his hands from previous years were there, so the body was definitely still his.

So the question is, when did you grow so ...... mature yourself.

There is also this really ...... cough, he secretly brought his hand from the underwear, there is a little bit of heart a little bit of blush, although this their own future development is so well developed also can not help but let him a little bit of small pride ah But wait a minute, this is obviously not even the focus.

Whether from this part or the whole body, this is not the body that sixteen-year-old Zhifan Shen should have.

The man in the mirror was no longer the boy who could be described as pretty when he was sixteen, now he was more aptly described as handsome, but not the rugged kind of handsome, but a kind of handsome that was not lacking in sophistication in maturity.

Looking down is no longer a teenager's lean body, well-proportioned muscle proportions, rich in beauty and strength but not at all bloated lines, broad shoulders and narrow waist, six-pack abs, the apparatus is big and live well ah not this crossed out, live well this to be verified.

The electronic calendar hanging next to him quickly explained his bewilderment; seven hundred and thirty-three years of the interstellar calendar ...... that would logically be seven years from now.

So is he the twenty-three he is now.

Zhifan Shen slightly squinted at the mirror, the man in the mirror also slightly squinted, he stretched out his fingers across the mirror and the mirror man relative, as if he was dreaming ...... and maybe really dreaming. It is not just the maturity at the brow and eyes, the feeling between the hands and feet seems to be different ...... but when you take a closer look, you can not say it.

All in all, though, he came to a half-dozen conclusions as he poked around.

I'm sure I'm more handsome when I grow up.

God was fair, giving Zhifan Shen the appearance of a very good-looking man, but he also took a piece of his heart out of him at birth, a natural lack of heart that usually goes untreated, and he looks in the mirror with a wink and a wink and takes his attention away from it, being more interested in his own present surroundings instead.

He just woke up when he felt a little bit wrong, but at that time, he was not sober, and now he is so surveyed, and he thinks that here is really ...... too expensive to be described.

The house is large, can be described as brilliant, but not the kind of vulgar brilliant, is more ...... low-key luxury kind of brilliant, Zhifan Shen pondered for a while did not come up with look more high-end adjectives, then gave up.

Anyway, it's just a rich-looking thing.

Zhifan Shen family is not much money, the ancestors of three generations are honest in the earth planet mining, how many years to look at is also a few wearing heavy radiation suits big eyes look small eyes, the original genes are not good, so we all look quite random, but to Zhifan Shen here grass chicken nest flew out of a golden phoenix, which grows more and more good-looking, the more the better, the better, good-looking his dad every day to his long sighs. His father sighed at him every day.

If it wasn't for the birth certificate being there, as well as his dad thinking that his wife's posture, right, doesn't blow up, and how she can't hook up with the old king who is handsome to this level anyway, he wouldn't dare to recognize this as his own seed.

"Look at how shabby your sister looks, how come you look like this?" Shen's father painfully pointed at Zhirou Shen, who was picking his feet next to him.

At this time stuttering Zhirou Shen tends to roll over a boundless blank stare.

Zhifan Shen : "......"

Blame me. Blame me for being born too good-looking.

Well, all in all, the family is not very rich, but they are quite happy.

So Zhifan Shen a glance at his current this room bar, but also really ...... a little want to shiver.

If this is really seven years from now, then he's not too far gone.

A bit curiously, he walked out of the washroom and directly into the living room, if that should be called a living room, it was wide, with elaborate chandeliers hanging at the top, the side of the duplex staircase leading downstairs was covered with expensive-looking though unrecognizable famous paintings, and the various AI mechanical devices dotted around it glowed with a pale light, which was out of place, but worth a lot at a glance... ...looking at Zhifan Shen, dizzy.

This can not blame him, Zhifan Shen is still sixteen years old Zhifan Shen, has been living in the earth planet since childhood, the earth planet is sparsely populated, the economy is very slow and backward, most of the ancestors are digging mines, and never saw these things only on the small TV that often snow screen.

Zhifan Shen The eyes looked all the way around and finally froze ...... when he saw the picture in the center of the living room.

That should be a very large post mortem photo, about two meters long and wide, hanging in the middle of the living room, the girl in the post mortem photo is obviously different from what he remembers, a lot more grown up, but decidedly still quite stoned.

He was startled, and when he realized that it was perhaps a posthumous photo his body reacted faster than his emotions, which was to say that his eyes reddened, and while Zhirou Shen was really annoying, occasionally it wasn't that annoying, and the sudden posthumous photo being here still caught him off guard a bit.

Although Zhirou Shen is annoying, not cute, not pretty, not even the voice is not good ...... eek, so think about it really is not much good, but occasionally still think there will be a little bit of cute, but also still can barely remember a little good.

He wiped his face uncomfortably, and all the curious thoughts he had about the world were suppressed , looked at the incredibly large posthumous photo in silence, sighed somberly, told himself that people can't come back from the dead, and finally touched the young girl on the posthumous photo who was stoned but could barely be described as a smiling girl ......

"Brother, what are you doing."

Zhifan Shen has not yet reacted to hear this sound subconsciously turned back, and Zhirou Shen just got up bird's nest head just wide-eyed stare.

Since he is a grown-up Zhifan Shen, then in front of this is also a grown-up version of Zhirou Shen, Zhifan Shen lived up to its reputation not to grow disabled, Zhirou Shen also lived up to its reputation not to grow well, cleaned up perhaps barely called white, but at the moment did not wake up and face face of the mouth remnants of the appearance of unknown liquids really is still a little bit of the, miserable to see.

Zhifan Shen froze, glanced at the living girl in front of him, then back at the huge posthumous photo, then back at the girl, then back at the posthumous photo.

Zhirou Shen: "????"

Zhifan Shen subconsciously asked, "Isn't this a posthumous photo?"

Zhirou Shen : "......"

Her face reddened with a redness visible to the naked eye, and she threw herself onto the photo in a big shape in grief, blocking Zhifan Shen's view to prevent him from continuing to scrutinize the photo of her.

"This is the photo I used for the competition, okay? The most fashionable black and white retro style don't know don't talk nonsense okay last photo of the hell ah your family last photo looks like this ah!"

Zhifan Shen withdrew his wasted emotion and said expressionlessly, "Oh, that's what our family's last picture was supposed to look like."

Zhirou Shen : "......" is pretty damn good.

Still, seeing Zhirou Shen back from the dead (and not really) lightened his mood, the false alarm felt like a lifetime ago, but the sound of his sister's voice on the verge of breaking through to the heavens made him realize that he really wasn't dreaming.

But it is not a dream is also too false, he obviously yesterday is still sixteen years old Zhifan Shen, this point in time should be sitting in the classroom reading, confused to listen to the teacher lectures, and occasionally closed his eyes to listen to the table whining, the class can receive a bucket of love letters, and then go to the nearest bookstore to pass the time of the afternoon.

Zhifan Shen moved his throat and couldn't help but stick out a finger to poke Zhirou Shen.

Zhirou Shen was like a furry puppy, she used to be like that too, poking her like that and yelling and wanting to bite Zhifan Shen back ten times, "You you you you are good looking great ah!"

"Not really," Zhifan Shen was suddenly a little embarrassed, thinking it was kind of amazing that Zhirou Shen, who had looked about as good as a doujin yesterday, had now grown into a pavilion of not-so-young girls, "It's just that, well... . shouldn't I be ...... twenty-three now?"

"Huh?" Zhirou Shen, clearly not reacting to his brother who had jumped so quickly in the conversation, twitched his eyebrows.

"I mean," Zhifan Shen had a bit of a hard time organizing his words, he didn't need to hide anything from a relative like his sister, "I feel like I was sixteen yesterday."

Zhirou Shen sneered in disbelief, "Oh, growing young is terrific Oh, I still think I'm sixteen years old."

Zhifan Shen : "......"

Just as he was about to explain, the doorbell suddenly rang, startling him.

"ah ah ah have guests ah you said earlier ah," Zhirou Shen froze, after all, she is also a big girl, hurriedly stomped his feet a smoke and ran back to his room, "I so can not see people ah."

It also didn't leave Zhifan Shen the chance to say, "I don't know anyone right now".

Zhifan Shen was at a loss for words and could only open the door stiffly and a bit nervously.

As soon as the door opens, Zhifan Shen is a little less than human.

The other man was tall, he had to tilt his head slightly so the other man was probably half a head taller than him. At first glance it was a navy blue military uniform, flat as new without a single crease, this kind of meticulous aura was always very compelling, and the shoulders were adorned with gold high rank shoulder insignia, and his gaze moved up slightly to see the man's face.

His face was a bit thin, but it was the kind that was extremely spirited, and his western-oriented features made his outline as distinct as a sculpture, his eye sockets were deep but not cloudy, lining the root of his nose, and the azure pupils housed under the long and dense eyelashes were as sharp as knife blades, so that when he casually saw a certain place, it was as if he had been honed by the carving knife a little bit.

He was extremely handsome, and a decent kind of handsome, like an eagle hanging low over a blazing wilderness.

Zhifan Shen realized this a long time ago, only now he realizes that the real General Shuo Yan seems to be a bit more handsome than he looks on TV.

Zhifan Shen, who suddenly saw his life's idol, stood frozen for a moment, his arm taking the liberty of closing the door again, naturally, because he was so emotionally shocked that his mind wasn't quite clear or receptive.

General Words, who was about to open his mouth but had the door slammed in his face, was a bit embarrassed, "......"

Zhirou Shen froze at the sound of the door closing and poked his head out of the room, "Who is it?"

Zhifan Shen, still in the shocked dreaming phase, said mechanically, "O sister, I'm hallucinating."

"Ah?" Zhirou Shen didn't have the good sense to ah.

"I saw Shuo Yan." Zhifan Shen's face went to God.

"......" Zhirou Shen wasn't impressed, "Oh, what's wrong with that? It's normal."

"Where is normal?" Zhifan Shen finally wandered back and asked rhetorically, "Isn't our family digging in the nooks and crannies of the stars? Since when can we casually see an Imperial Major General?"

Zhirou Shen silent for a while, with a very difficult to say commonly known as constipated expression looked at Zhifan Shen: "That was how many years ago, brother you are not sick today cough ...... well at least you are now forced to be not low, but also counted as a national male god it. "