After Chen Feng smiled and left, he left Shi Chen alone in a daze.

He looked up at the Kang River, which was rippling in the breeze, and remembered the stones he had thrown at this moon pool with the princess of the Federation before, and the corners of his mouth once again showed a smile that Chen Feng reprimanded as obscene, as if he thought of a beautiful love story carved from a certain Sansheng stone, and his somewhat distorted faces attracted strange glances from passing students.

Of course, Shi Chen didn't have any love for Isa, just pure affection, and Isa's first impression and even second impression were very good.

This is a good-hearted girl, kind but not pedantic, knows how to use some small tricks to achieve her goals, although the previous methods seem a little clumsy and even naïve, but this does not hinder Shi Chen's senses for her.

As for Chen Fengxiao's remarks that 'love is a fart', Shi Chen of course scoffed and scolded him, because first of all, this sentence was not original to that guy, it came from an ancient script in the earth era "Everyone is a Love Saint", the original text is like this:

"Actually, love is really a fart, isn't farting just a rush out of the body, which is similar to the symptoms of love love. It's just that some people silently let go of their farts alone, some people have to find a bosom friend who is willing to smell his fart, and most people release it to whoever they meet. But there is a group of people who have to hold their farts to the so-called true love to smell, which is a problem.

But fortunately, the fart is innate, endless, and will never shine at one time. Don't smell a fart and shout around as if you have won the jackpot, which will add to the blockage. Don't expect to get anything by smelling a fart, become a Buddha, become an immortal, and become a family...... Such disappointed people never deserve it.

There is also a similarity between love and farts in that if you let it go, you let it go, and no matter how stinky the fart is, there will be a time to dissipate. As for when you'll have the honor to smell it again next time, it's almost the same as sperm snatching eggs. It's not that it's too much, just want to do more without a condom. It's just Xuanhu, and its name is beautiful: fate. ”

Shi Chen thought that in Chen Fengxiao's eyes, he was the second coercion who worked hard to hold his farts and had to let it go to his true love, but he still didn't change his original intention, people finally came to the world to go through it, and they always had to experience the warmth and coldness of the world, the coldness and kindness of the world, the beautiful love and the ugly betrayal, and even the unswerving hatred until death when conditions permitted.

He believes that the writer must have experienced the betrayal of love and love to write these words to warn his younger generations out of sadness and anger, but the sad thing is that some people take it seriously, such as Chen Fengxiao, who is still a rookie in the love field like himself, so he learned from those scumbags who were killed by hundreds of people and pretended to be a love saint and sighed.

The guys who ridicule 'reading and being a bird' have always been those sullen talented students, and those who are qualified to say 'useless' are only those who are glamorous in the world, and in the same way, the people who 'say that love is a fart' should never be poor insects like them who haven't had time to step into love.

If you don't have the courage to pursue even beautiful things, then this person will be very sad, hesitant, helpless, and afraid when they encounter setbacks......

The magic of love is to increase adrenaline, lower IQ, and confuse judgment, so as a normal person, it is appropriate to be smarter than those people.

Even if the world says that love is poison, Shi Chen doesn't plan to give up trying, although there doesn't seem to be much chance yet, but Shi Chen feels that he is willing, and it shouldn't be too far away.

He wouldn't believe that Chen Fengxiao would introduce Ye Mengqi to him to know, because that federal idol lived next door to him, and he got the moon first near the water.

Shi Chen didn't know what he felt about Ye Mengqi, he only felt that the other party's watery eyes were really big, very bright, and very attractive.

A young man under the age of twenty, who had such a solitary contact with the opposite sex full of affection for the first time, began to shine uncontrollably, and he liked the feeling of staying with her.

The lack of further contact was not because of the identity gap, let alone because he really believed that the other party was a homosexual who liked women, but because of his own problems, his identity was forged, and something would happen sooner or later, not to mention that he planned to catch Xu Qiusheng, so he didn't know when the federal police or soldiers would come to arrest him.

Shi Chen has never been in love, and he believes that Ye Mengqi, who is an idol of the Federation, has no chance to have it, but they all happen to be at the age of falling in love, just like the silver fragrant flowers in the autumn wind, although they are afraid of the cold in autumn, they always hope that their pollen can fall on her branches in the wind.

He doesn't know what love is, and he doesn't know what kind of liking is, but he instinctively likes that feeling, although he hasn't taken the initiative to contact it these days, but as long as he sees each other's figures on the balcony every day, it can always make him feel a hundred times more energetic.

But for one reason or another, he can only keep his distance, and even if he has a heart, he can only hide it in his heart.

"Three cannons, did you see it, in order to get you out, I didn't even touch my idol in front of me, how do you say you should compensate me."

Shi Chen threw a stone into the moon pool under the eyes of the students who were about to kill, and muttered. Self-hypnotizing to do this only for the sake of his friend, not because he cowardly withdrewd in the face of the love that was close at hand.

Just when Shi Chen threw down and chased Ai Lu against his will to plan to rescue Xu Qiusheng, Xu Qiusheng was fighting against the famous Throated Quail Prison Island of the Federation.

The most heavily guarded prison in the Federation is not the Lunar Base Prison for Serious Offenders, nor the National Defense Section 4 Detention Center, but this red-throated quail prison island four hundred nautical miles from the harbor of the Lensar district of the capital's star circle.

The red-throated quail is a bird of the Empire, also known as the quail, because the various measures of this prison island can be called the pinnacle of the Federation, so the mortals who are imprisoned in this prison can only be like the quail that has been struck by lightning, huddled in their own corner, waiting for their uncertain or predestined fate in silence, or falling into the most desperate madness in silence.

This prison island existed long before the Federation was incorporated into the empire, because during the Silver Cross War, an empire was imprisoned in defeat, and the imperial family liked red, so the prison was renamed Redthroat Quail Prison, ironically the prince who could only stay in prison like a quail, because the empire was full of smoke, but the empire did not have the time to send a large army to rescue him.

And the people who can be held in this prison now, as always, are those who are extremely important to the Federation, and even extremely vicious.

During the early years of the regime change, countless high-ranking and powerful people were involved here, and most of them certainly did not want to stay in prison for the rest of their lives.

However, there have been five suicides, 467 murders, and 3,671 escapes in the prison's records, but with the exception of some who were shot by guards or fed to sharks, most of those who escaped by jumping into the water could not resist the cold waters and were arrested.

In the thousand-year record of prison history, only a few people survived and escaped, and most of them were considered to be slim.

Although the material conditions of this prison are guaranteed and the environment is beautiful, the mental torture of the prisoners here is quite severe, and those who can finally leave this island must definitely have an extremely strong will.

Therefore, those who can be imprisoned in this prison and still be free to get out alive are irreproducible models and heroes in the eyes of these prisoners.

The people of the Federation do not understand the essence of the Quail Prison, and even the vast majority of people do not even know where this prison is, but this does not affect their perception that the people who can be imprisoned in the Quail Prison will not be simple characters.

Lined up as the prison itself, Prison Island is a great place to be, with its golden sand beaches and gentle sea breezes, and you can't see any high-voltage barbed wire, towering sentry towers, or advanced surveillance networks, even heavily armed jailers.

But in fact, the entire Quail Prison is under all-round electronic surveillance, and the muzzles of the black holes are hidden in various inconspicuous corners, and in the seemingly calm prison, there are no other dangers hidden.

After all, since the Silver Cross War of Independence, the Federation has released a large number of old prisoners belonging to the Federation, including many former exploits, and then it was in a state of cold war with the Empire, so there will not be too many military felons imprisoned.

The glow of the midday sun pierced through the transparent material dome at the top of the prison and fell on the quiet fourth-ward cafeteria, where a dozen inmates in black and white prison uniforms were enjoying lunch in an area divided by an electromagnetic fence.

The lunch style is very rich and nutritious, but the portion size will never make you too full, even the dinner plate and ceramic spoon are marked, and the kitchen managers will keep statistics after each meal to prevent these guys from being sharpened into murder weapons or digging holes.

It is the so-called full of warmth and lust. Desire, the prisoners here are too full to eat, and they always want to escape.

More than a dozen prisoners, old or middle-aged, or with gun scars, or shaved heads, quietly enjoyed the food, with all kinds of expressions on their faces, some were lonely and lonely like a quail, some were angry and resentful because there was too little beef in the potato beef today and were still like a quail, and some were calm and self-contained to say that they had no idea of escaping from prison like a good quail.

They used to be members of the federal parliament or high-ranking officials, some of them had killed countless people, some of them had treason written on their heads, but now they were all sitting at the same table, eating indifferently and silently under the watchful eye of the cold jailers upstairs with standard stun guns.

The four wards are all imprisoned by guys who have tried to escape and been caught, so at the moment, although these guys are acting like a group of quails guarding themselves, only those jailers know how restless these damn quails are.

However, the prisoners recently were very peaceful, and as they ate, their eyes would occasionally sweep over a young man who was eating alone outside the electronic fence, some playful, some gloating.

They still remember the young man being held in a month ago.

This young man was wearing an electronic bomb around his neck and heavy electromagnetic shackles on all his limbs, and he was escorted by a whole regiment of gun-wielding special forces, accompanied by twelve mecha of the latest standard, and everyone showed shock, jealousy, and even incredulity.

In the memories of these prisoners, this is an unprecedented high treatment, and besides, he is so young, how much of a crime did he commit to get in, and how terrifying his strength is, so he needs to use such an exaggerated lineup to escort him, thinking that when he encounters this guy in the future, he must take a detour, and don't easily provoke this killer.

In the midst of the mixed emotions of the prisoners, the young man who walked to the prison suddenly showed eight white teeth to them, raised his hands with heavy shackles, and shouted a phrase often used by the marching crowd:

"Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero, even if it's just for a few minutes!"

As soon as the words were finished, in the eyes of the prisoners, either stunned or shocked or looking at idiots, the screaming young man was beaten into a quail trembling by a group of wolf-like escort soldiers, a stupid but restless quail.

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