MTL - The General’s Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed-Chapter 1 National Goddess (1)

Shen Zhifan looks great.

This good-looking is a good-looking one in the broadest sense. From small to large, oh, the big finger here is until he is sixteen years old. Anyone who has seen him can't help but sigh. The child looks really beautiful.

If it is a young girl who will sneak blushing, the girl who secretly loves Shen Zhifan has to fight a small plan. For this reason, Shen Zhifan’s murderous **** is annoying. The barrel gold is sold for selling his photos.

The reason why it is beautiful is to describe, because the 16-year-old Shen Zhifan has not long open, is the kind of red-brown young man, with a refreshing short hair, wearing the simplest white shirt, the wind blows, thin bangs The following is the eyebrows of the young and clean.

He is also a temperament, but also a smile, when the lips are hooked, oh... like a picture.

To what extent, it is probably the bad mouth sister Shen Zhirou often said that Shen Zhifan has no brains, but fortunately, he does not need to learn anything, even if he is lazy, he can rely on brushing his face to eat.

In fact, Shen Zhifan does not like this so-called beautiful look. As a boy, he always wants to become a mature and handsome road.

So yesterday, I was still feeling that I couldn’t know when I could grow up. Shen Zhifan wakes up and dreams come true. He looks at the mirror a little... I don’t know how to cry.

The person in the mirror is still him. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this. Whether it is from the familiar eyebrows or the red little **** on the neck, it should be his body.

Even the shackles he left in his hands in the past few years are, so this body is definitely his body.

Then the question is coming, when did you grow up like this... matured.

And this really... cough, he secretly took his hand from his underwear, and there was a little bit of blushing. Although this future development is so good, he couldn’t help but make him a little proud. But wait, This is obviously not the point.

No matter from this part or the whole body, this is not the body that should be there when the 16-year-old Shen Zhifan.

In the mirror, he is no longer a boy who can be described as beautiful when he was sixteen years old. Now he uses handsome to describe it more aptly, but it is not that kind of rough handsome, but a mature and delicate. handsome.

Looking down is no longer a young man's skinny body, a proportion of muscles, beautiful and powerful but not bloated lines, wide shoulders and narrow waist, six pack abs, great work, not this stroke Off, live well, this is yet to be verified.

The electronic calendar hanging next to it quickly explained his awkward question, the 743 days of the interstellar calendar... that should be the day after seven years.

So now he is twenty-three.

Shen Zhifan blinked in the mirror slightly, and the man in the mirror blinked slightly. He stretched his finger across the mirror and opposed the person in the mirror. It seemed to be dreaming... maybe it was really dream. It's not just the maturity of the eyebrows, the feelings of the gestures seem to be different... but when you look at it, you can't say it.

But in short, he looked at it for a long time and came to a conclusion.

When I grew up, the consequences were even more handsome.

God is fair, and the appearance that Shen Zhifan can see very well is also taken away when he was born. This kind of natural lack of vision is usually not cured. He looks at the mirror and wins his eyebrows. Attention is removed, and what is more interesting is the environment in which he is now.

When he just woke up, he felt a little wrong, but he was not awake at the time, and now he looks at it again, and feels that it is really... expensive to describe.

The house is very big, it is magnificent, but it is not the vulgar and splendid, it is the kind of... the low-key luxury of the golden glory, Shen Zhifan meditation for a while did not come up with a relatively high-end adjective, he gave up.

Anyway, it looks like a rich man.

Shen Zhifan’s family has no money. The three generations of the ancestors are honestly mining the earthballs in Saturn. For many years, it seems that several large-eyed eyes with heavy radiation suits are not good, so the genes are not good. Everyone grew very casually, but they went to Shen Zhifan here to fly a golden phoenix in the grass chicken nest. The longer the longer the better, the longer the better, the better his father dad to sigh to him every day.

If the birth certificate is not there, and his father thinks that his wife is so beautiful, it doesn't blow black. Anyway, he can't hook up to the old king of this level. He can't admit that this is his own kind.

"Look at your sister's look so embarrassed, how do you grow like this?" Shen Fu heartedly pointed at Shen Zhirou, who was crippling next to him.

At this time, the sturdy Shen Zhirou will often turn a boundless white eye.

Shen Zhifan: "..."

Blame me, blame me for being too good looking.

Although there is no money in the family, I am very happy.

So Shen Zhifan saw his room now, really... a little bit stunned.

If it is really seven years later, then he is too much too much.

He walked out of the bathroom a little curious and went straight into the living room. If it should be called the living room, it was wide, the complicated chandelier was hung on the top, and the double staircase leading upstairs was full. Very expensive famous paintings, all kinds of artificial intelligence mechanical devices dotted around are shimmering, although they are out of place, but they are worth a lot of money... Seeing the dizziness of the Shen.

This can't blame him. Shen Zhifan is still a 16-year-old Shen Zhifan. He has been living in Saturn since childhood. The land of Saturn is sparsely populated, the economy is very slow and backward. Most of the ancestors are mining, and they are only in that. I often saw these things on a small TV with a snow screen.

Shen Zhifan looked at the road all the way, and finally saw the photo in the center of the living room... stunned.

That should be a very large photo, about two meters long and wide, hanging in the middle of the living room, the girl in the photo is obviously different from his memory, and grew up a lot, but it is still quite awkward.

He was shocked, and when he realized that it might be a photo, his body reacted faster than his emotions, that is, his eyes were red. Although Shen Zhirou was really annoying, he was occasionally not so annoying. Still let him be a little caught off guard.

Although Shen Zhirou is annoying and not cute, he is not very beautiful and his voice is not good... Hey, this is really no advantage, but occasionally I feel that there will be a little cute, but I can barely think of a good one.

He wiped his face uncomfortably, and the curiosity of the world was suppressed. He looked at this incredible photo in silence, sighed heavily, told him that he could not resurrect, and finally touched it. Although a photo is still awkward, it is also a young girl who smiles like a flower...

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Shen Zhifan hasn't reacted yet to hear this subconscious. He turned back, and Shen Zhirou, who just got up at the head of the bird's nest, had a big eye and a small eye.

Since he is a descendant of Shen Zhifan, then this is also a long version of Shen Zhirou, Shen Zhifan does not live up to expectations, no long-term disability, Shen Zhirou does not live up to expectations, no good, clean up, perhaps reluctantly called white, but not sleeping at the moment Wake up and look like the residual liquid of the mouth of the mouth is still a little bit, and it is terrible.

Shen Zhifan stunned, looked at the living girl in front of him, and looked back at the huge photo, looked at the girl again, and looked back at the photo.

Shen Zhirou: "???"

Shen Zhifan asked subconsciously: "Is this not a photo?"

Shen Zhirou: "..."

She was red-faced with the naked eye, and the whole person rushed into the photo with anger and anger, blocking Shen Zhifan’s line of sight to prevent him from continuing to look at her photos.

"Is this a photo that I used to participate in the competition? The most popular black and white retro style doesn't know if you want to talk about it. It's a ghost. Your home is like this!"

Shen Zhifan took back the wasted feelings and said with no expression: "Oh, our family photos are always like this."

Shen Zhirou: "..." It’s really fucking.

However, seeing Shen Zhirou who was resurrected (not), he was still a little more brisk. The feeling of this false alarm made him feel like he was separated, but the sound of his sister breaking through the sky made him realize that he was really not dreaming.

But it’s not too dreamy or too fake. He clearly is still 16 years old, Shen Zhifan. At this time, he should sit in the classroom and read the lectures. He listens to the teacher in a confused way. He occasionally closes his eyes and listens to the same table. When he is in class, I can receive a basket of love letters and then go to the nearest bookstore for an afternoon.

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

Shen Zhirou is like a puppy with only a hairy hair. She used to do the same. She poked her so much that she couldn’t wait to bite back to Shen Zhifan’s ten mouths: "You, you, you look good!"

"Not at all," Shen Zhifan suddenly was a little embarrassed. He felt that Shen Zhirou, who grew up like Bean Ding, has grown into a girl who is not very beautiful. It’s amazing. "Yes, hey... I shouldn’t be it right now. Yes... twenty-three years old?"

"Ha?" In the face of the brother who jumped too fast, Shen Zhirou apparently did not respond, and took an eyebrow.

"I mean," Shen Zhifan was a little difficult to organize the language. For his loved one, he didn't need to cover up anything. "I think I was still sixteen years old yesterday."

Shen Zhirou sneered in disapproval: "Oh, I can’t grow up, I still feel that I am sixteen years old."

Shen Zhifan: "..."

Just as he still wanted to explain, the doorbell suddenly rang and scared him.

"Ah, there are guests, you said it early," Shen Zhirou groaned. After all, she was also a big girl. She hurriedly slammed her foot and ran back to her room. "I can't see anyone." ”

I did not leave a chance for Shen Zhifan to say "I don't know anyone now."

Shen Zhifan stunned and couldn't help but slammed his head and opened the door with a little nervousness.

As soon as the door opened, Shen Zhifan was a bit unspeakable.

The other side is very tall, he has to look up slightly, so the other party is probably half a head higher than him. At first glance, I was looking at a navy blue uniform. The flatness was as new as a pleat. The meticulous momentum was always very strong. The shoulders were embellished with gold high-grade epaulettes. His eyes moved up slightly and he saw it. That person's face.

His face is a bit thin, but it is very spiritual. The Western facial features make his silhouette as sculptural, his eyes are deep and not cloudy, his nose is very high, and the blue eyes are under the long and dense eyelashes. The pupil is sharp like a blade, and you can see it somewhere, as if it were a little bit honed by the carved knife.

He is very handsome, and he is a decent handsome, like a low-hanging eagle on the raging wilderness.

Shen Zhifan realized this long ago, but only now found that the generals in the real world seem to be more handsome than on TV.

Shen Zhifan, who suddenly saw the idol of life, stood for a while, because the emotions were so shocking that the mind was not so clear and unacceptable, and the arm was arrogant and naturally closed the door again.

The general who was about to open but was shut down by the door was a bit embarrassed: "..."

When I heard the sound of closing the door, I found out from the room: "Who?"

Shen Zhifan is still in a shocking dream period, mechanical road: "Sister, I have hallucinations."

"Ah?" Shen Zhirou was not angry.

"I saw the words." Shen Zhifan looked at God.

"..." Shen Zhirou is not moving, "Oh, what's wrong with this, this is normal."

“Where is it normal?” Shen Zhifan finally swam back and asked, “Isn’t our home mining in the corner of the interstellar corner? When can I see the imperial majors casually?”

Shen Zhirou was silent for a while, and looked at Shen Zhifan with a very unspeakable expression called constipation: "That was how many years ago, brother, are you sick today? I am not forced to die now. Low, it is also a national male god."