My Partner was Assigned to me by the Country

The dormitory inside the Xingtian battleship had no windows. The huge warship sailing in the universe did not need countless windows to increase lighting. The most important consideration for this moving fortress was to be sturdy, robust, and have stronger defense capabilities. Ryan woke up from his sleep and looked at the silver-gray metal walls, imagining the clear sky of B612 outside, with large white clouds lingering in the blue sky, and flying birds dragging their long tail feathers being the only moving objects in this beautiful scenery.

If there were windows, he would open them slightly to let the breeze lift the curtains gently. The two curtains drawn together would be blown open by the wind, and the bright sunlight would jump in, landing on the ground, on the bed, and finally on those sleeping on the bed.

Ryan would have reached out and caught the ray of light and put it in Auston’s hand.

After being lost in thought for a moment, Ryan broke free from his daydream and slowly sat up, carefully propping up a pillow behind his head. He opened a chat software on his personal terminal to check if his family had sent him any messages recently.

Glancing at the time, he saw that it was only 6:30 in the morning. After returning to the Xingtian Ship from Moon Bay yesterday, he simply washed up and took a quick nap. After getting up, he checked the refrigerator, finding that there wasn’t much food left, he had gone to the kitchen to stock up and ended up having a late lunch there. He enjoyed U167-style fried fish, rye rice, and a delicious tomato and beef stew. Ryan had a passionate love for Chinese cuisine and didn’t like eating bread, hot dogs, soup, and salad for every meal.

When he opened the chat software, several messages flooded in, all vying for the C position of his sight.

Dad: [Ryan, Chestnut has found a girlfriend, and it will be a father when you come back. My dear son, what about you?]

Chestnut is the pony that Ryan raised. He is three years old this year, which is old enough to find a girlfriend.

Mom: [Mom’s sweetheart, send me a photo so that Mom knows that you’ve been doing well all along.]

Aunt Peggy: [Ryan, I saw in the news that your Golden Crusade Legion found a planet, and the black truffle on it can treat φ3 element deficiency. The production is currently low, and you have to apply and wait in line to get it. I’ve queued up for your cousin, and it shows that it will take ten years before his turn. Can your legion get it internally? Aunt hopes you can help ask.]

On the small asteroid U167 that Ryan explored earlier, there is a type of fungus that looks exactly like black truffles and is hidden deep underground. This fungus contains the φ3 element, and a concentrated extract of this element can be injected into humans as a medication to effectively treat φ3 element deficiency syndrome, a disease that affects human fertility. About 30% of the entire empire’s population suffers from this disease.

Unfortunately, Ryan’s cousin Connor and Auston’s friend Blair are both afflicted with this disease. 

This disease will be detected during gene adaptation registration at the age of 30, and once detected, individuals will be eliminated from gene adaptation. They can still have partners, but the empire hopes that they can find someone with the same disease to marry so as not to delay others. Although the propaganda slogans are grandiose and tearful, in fact, the central idea is that if you can’t contribute to the empire’s population growth, then don’t delay the reproduction of the empire’s population. The empire has also implemented some implicit policies that φ3 element deficiency syndrome patients cannot get a marriage certificate if they want to marry a partner under 30 years old and will be deducted credit points.

Although there is no formal law, everyone knows that this is a rule that must be followed.

With Blair having a lot of U167 black truffles, Ryan decided to pay him a visit and ask for his help in preparing the medication. When the cruise is over and Ryan returns home, he will bring the medication to his cousin. As for whether his cousin is willing to take the injection, it’s up to him. As he is an adult and a writer on the internet, he is mature and full of imagination, and able to make his own decisions about his future.

As Ryan was about to switch from the chat software to a social platform after reading other messages sent by his relatives, a message popped up with a ding.

Conner: [Tsk tsk, little rookie, it’s been a long time since you messaged me to ask how to progress. Don’t get too complacent. You’re just a skilled rookie and haven’t been promoted to a falcon yet. You still need to work harder. As your big brother, I’m always here to help and answer any questions you have. If Ryan is thin-skinned to say more, brother recommends that you read my new novel ‘Song of Beacon’. I’m very efficient in updating it, and it’s almost two hundred chapters now, and I plan to finish it within two thousand chapters.]

Ryan: [….]

Conner: [You’re actually awake?!]

Ryan: [I should be the one asking you that. How come you’re up so early?]

Connor: [I haven’t slept yet.]

Ryan: [Staying up late will make you bald.]

Connor: [Don’t worry, I’ve already booked the latest hair growth, hair care and beauty package. I’ll light up a cigarette. When I reach a bottleneck in my writing, I need to think, so let’s chat. PS: Go read my novel as soon as possible and tell me what you think.]

Ryan: [Declined!]

Connor: [Why?!]

Ryan: [I don’t want to chat with another man while I’m lying in bed with my baby.]

Connor: [I’m so touched, my Ryan has grown up and become a man. I won’t bother you anymore. Single older brother enjoys the coolness of dawn alone, so I won’t talk to you anymore, bye!]

There is a few hours time difference between B612 and the Planting star of Ryan’s home planet.

Connor went offline and his profile picture turned black. He was probably making a cup of coffee and sitting on the terrace, watching the darkness of dawn being gradually replaced by light.

When there were no more messages on the chatting software, Ryan turned off the software and switched to social media to see what updates the bloggers he followed, had posted and to check out the latest developments of his parents, cousins, and other relatives and friends.

“What’s this?” Auston’s sleepy voice sounded beside him.

Ryan tilted his head and planted a kiss on Auston’s cheek, “This is you and me.”

Still groggy, Auston unconsciously rubbed his head against Ryan’s chin, like a drowsy civet cat. Yesterday, after Sierra recovered from his illness, Auston questioned him which lasted for three hours, because Sierra was uncooperative. He had to spend more time back in the office handling paperwork, and didn’t finish until ten o’clock. He didn’t want to be alone in his dorm room, so he came to Ryan’s place and the two of them cuddled up together and fell asleep.

Auston yawned a little and asked, “Hmm?”

Ryan zoomed in on the picture and said, “Remember the photo that Mom and Dad sent me before, the one with a pair of teddy bears at the party?”

“I remember.” The photo was on Ryan’s desk, framed in a beautiful picture frame.

Ryan said, “Mom and Dad took a lot of photos with this pair of plushies, called… um, called…”

“Called what?”

Ryan said, “Son and daughter-in-law’s honeymoon trip .”

Auston was initially confused, but then his eyes lit up and he eagerly asked, “Are there many?”

“A lot.” Almost one every day, and there are times when the mood strikes, they can update three or four times a day in social media, each with a nine-grid layout.

Any message posted on social media, unless specifically restricted, is visible to everyone. At first, some people commented on his parents’ account, saying- Poor old couple, they can only miss their son like this, how sad the son in heaven must be.

His parents were angry and deleted those comments. After a while, they started posting again with a note saying that their son and daughter-in-law are soldiers and are often not at home. They use this way to entertain themselves.

As the number of posts increased, more and more people started to follow.

After his cousin liked it once, Ryan’s bear even became a trending search, making him a small internet celebrity.

Ryan= = He didn’t want to.

Seeing that Auston was interested, Ryan said, “I’ll show you.”

Auston moved up and leaned on Ryan’s shoulder, watching him project the content on his personal terminal screen into the air, turning the two-dimensional image into a three-dimensional one.

Ryan’s parents spent a lot of money to buy a brand-new holographic camera, which took even clearer and more beautiful photos.

The main subject in the image was an apple tree with lush foliage, covered with bright red apples. A bear with a blue bow tie was lying on the branch trying to reach the juicy apples on the branch, while another bear with a red bow tie was grabbing onto the leg of the blue-tied bear behind him, with glassy eyes revealing an anxious and worried expression, even though there was no real change in appearance.

Note: Little bear Ryan saw the red apples on the tree and wanted to pick and eat them. He struggled to climb up the tree with his butt sticking out to pick the apples, but the little bear was worried that Little Bear Ryan might fall down because he was not very skilled.

Ryan = =！

“I can climb up the tree with a blink of an eye and my skills are excellent.” Ryan complained about his parents’ defamation, how could they say that their son’s skills were not good!

Auston reached out and touched the projection with his finger, passing over Little bear Ryan and the other bear. He lightly tapped on the bright red apples, “They look very delicious.”

“I bought the seeds from Mother planet Earth, they are Red Fuji apples. After several generations of breeding, they can grow stably on the planting star. They have abundant water content, a sweet and sour taste, and can be stored for a long time without being afraid of long-distance transportation.”

So, the parents who became Internet celebrities began the inevitable journey of Internet celebrity promotion. They started advertising and selling fruits, vegetables, and meat that can be transported long distances, and their business was reportedly doing well, opening up new opportunities for the farm.

“Look through other photos,” Auston has never been so happy in his life before. Watching the two little bears on their adventure, no, on their honeymoon, he imagined himself and Ryan in their place, feeling a strange sweetness in his heart.

Ryan set up a slideshow mode, so that the photos on the social platforms of mom and dad will be played in order.

In a moment, the two little bears appeared at the beach, applying sunscreen under an umbrella. The next moment, they were at a snow mountain, wearing ski suits and goggles, with skis on their feet and ski poles in their hands. The sky above was blue, and the ground beneath their feet was covered in white snow. Beside them were oversized snow lotus plants that looked larger than the two teddy bears. After experiencing the cold of the snowy mountains, the heat of the desert came soon after. The two little bears were sitting back to back, with empty mineral water bottles lying beside them. At this moment, they were playing the role of lost travelers in the desert. And then, the two bears even went scuba diving!

“Haha,” Auston pointed at the soaked Ryan teddy bear inside, and a rare bright smile appeared on his face. “You look like a drowned chicken and were chased by sharks. It’s really interesting. I have never visited these places so relaxedly before.”

He had been to many places, the most desolate desert, the loneliest snow-capped mountain, the darkest sea, and the wettest rainforest… all the places he went to had a mission, with danger and killing intent everywhere. They were not like in the photos, where they could just enjoy themselves without worrying about responsibilities or tasks.

Envy appeared in Auston’s eyes.

Ryan kissed his forehead and hid his heartache. Auston didn’t like to be pitied. “When we go back home for vacation, I’ll take you to explore the entire Planting Star. We’ll go to all the places where the teddy bears have been and take pictures in the same poses to keep as memories.”

Auston asked with concern, “Are you sure you want to take the one with the naked butt?”

Ryan: “…” It must be Mom’s twisted humor to take a picture of Ryan teddy bear running with his pants bitten off by the dog. Even their old hunting dog cooperated by biting them!

“Will you?” Auston tilted his head to look at Ryan and asked persistently.

The resentment in Ryan’s heart dissipated at once, and he teased, “Do you want to see?” This was definitely influenced by his cousin, those messy romance novels poisoned his young mind. Now he not only wanted to show himself to Auston, but also wanted to strip Auston naked.

The hand hidden under the blanket was nervously clasped and opened, and the tip of his ear was unnaturally red as Auston tentatively raised his head and kissed Ryan on the chin. Auston’s face, buried in Ryan’s arms, was already red, just like the apple in the first photo he saw.

Gosh, his actions must be clumsy and funny. Will Ryan hate it? It must be disgusting! The kiss was insincere …… Auston felt his shoulders being grabbed, and he was pinned to the bed as he flipped, and he saw Ryan’s face overhead getting larger and closer …… He felt his tongue being caught, the air in his lungs growing thin, his body becoming hotter, and something burst out vigorously. 

Ryan’s voice appeared in his ear, and his kiss landed on his shoulder. Ryan said, “Breathe, Auston, don’t forget to breathe.”

“Inh–” Auston’s oxygen-deprived brain received the instruction instantly and he took a sharp breath of hot, dry air, his lungs filled up, his body getting even hotter, and he wanted more.

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After the warm-up exercise on the bed, they reached a state of complete and blissful pleasure. The intense passion still lingered in the air, and the person next to him was lying on the bed in a deep sleep. Fine beads of sweat dotted Auston’s forehead, dampening the strands of hair and the lingering flush on his cheeks gave his normally stern face a touch of fiery ardor. Ryan, who had already sat up, leaned over and planted soft kisses on Auston’s bare back, while his hand under the quilt traced circles around his waist.

Auston murmured, “No more.”

Ryan whispered gently, “I won’t disturb you, just sleep.”

In response, Auston childishly pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and soon the sound of his regular and light breathing came through.

Ryan smiled and shook his head, waiting for Auston to fall completely asleep before he pulled off the quilt covering Auston’s head.  If he stayed in the quilt for a long time, he would suffer from hypoxia. He tiptoed off the bed and stepped on the ground with bare feet, his young and healthy body completely exposed to the air. There wasn’t a scar on his taut skin (he had scar removal surgery), and his muscles were slightly bulging but not overly exaggerated. The “mermaid line” on his abdomen extended to the mysterious area below. Whoever said he was short and small was definitely slandering him!

With straight and slender legs full of strength, an inverted triangular figure, flexible waist, and extraordinary endurance, he excels in endurance in certain aspects. He walked into the bathroom with his clothes off and let the ice-cold water extinguish his old buddy, who was about to move again. He raised one hand to wipe off the water on his face, shook his head, and some of his long hair flicked away the excess water, making him look sharp and dashing, with a sense of beauty mixed with strength and desire. No wonder Connor was willing to risk being beaten up by his younger brother just to peek at him showering in order to create a more tense and realistic portrayal of the character.

The book with the description of the male protagonist getting out of the bath is the dream of many people.

In the end, Connor’s behavior was discovered by Ryan, who pressed him on the sofa and gave him a beating. He didn’t dare to go out for a week because of his panda eyes.

At that time, Ryan was 22 years old, while Connor was 28 years old.

Eight years have passed, the young rookie has found his other half, but the great talent of emotions still imagines love in his writing.

On the second-floor terrace of a house by the Pink Lake on the E69 planting star near the Newnes planet in the Storm Star field, a red light flickered. Connor took a puff and filled his body with nicotine, tar, and carbon monoxide, and slowly exhaled one smoke ring after another, letting the smoke cloud his vision.

He looked at the faint light appearing in the east and said inexplicably, “Well, there is love in genetic adaptation.”

The B612 asteroid, which was millions of light-years away from E69, had already reached 90 degrees. The soldiers who had just finished their seven-day battle competition were given a three-day break, and they all chose to sleep in their beds. Only some logistics personnel who did not participate in the competition were still walking around the ship. Amy appeared at Ryan’s door again. They hadn’t seen each other for a long time, and it seemed that contact had decreased since she returned the cup, and eventually disappeared altogether. Although she had bought a brand new cup to send to Ryan, why did Ryan become more distant from her instead? Amy couldn’t understand.

She paced back and forth in front of Ryan’s door, occasionally turning her head to look at the closed door, imagining Ryan reading, cooking, and saying sweet words to General Auston inside! Her delicate face twisted in an instant, without her even realizing it.

“I, I just came to talk with a good friend.” Amy clenched her fist and encouraged herself. She walked to the door, raised her fist to knock, but suddenly stopped just before he hit the door. She hesitated and shook her head. “No, I can’t make Ryan hate me. If Ryan hates me, I won’t be able to get close to General Auston again.”

Her expression changed several times, and finally settled on a look of grievance and reluctance. She glanced deeply at the closed door as if an undercover agent enduring humiliation and then resolutely left.

It was still another two-person dormitory on the Xingtian spacecraft. Amid the loud snores of his roommate, Fan Lanting, with messy hair, was lying on the table and writing quickly. After completing a few paragraphs, he picked them up and found them unsatisfactory, crumpled them up and continued to write. The trash can next to his feet was already filled with crumpled up paper. He had to write a letter that would satisfy Connor, using words full of sincerity to move him and persuade him to accept his invitation.

As soon as he thought about actually meeting Connor in person, Fan Lanting’s face turned slightly red. He covered his mouth and suppressed his laughter, his two eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Having a single room was great, Ryan could use the kitchen without any worries and cook his favorite dishes, but unfortunately, there wasn’t much left in the fridge (he couldn’t find suitable ingredients in the communal kitchen yesterday). Besides some precious and rare ingredients, he seldom hoards food for more than ten days at a time and puts it in the refrigerator. Perhaps it was because he grew his own produce, his understanding of freshness was different from many people. While others might think that something they had just bought from the supermarket was fresh, Ryan believed that something just picked from the ground was the freshest.

Understanding differences has shaped Ryan’s picky attitude towards ingredients and his pursuit of perfect food. For example, in his mind, the scrambled eggs with chopped scallions must have a golden yellow color, with slightly burnt edges, and the chopped scallions must maintain their vibrant green color even after being cooked at high temperature. The low-temperature cooked sea fish must maintain its tender texture, and when the meat, similar to garlic, is cut against the grain, juice will flow out. After being topped with black pepper sauce, the fish’s natural flavor is not inferior in the slightest. The palm-sized steak is cooked to medium rare, with tender and pink meat juice inside that makes one’s mouth water. Ryan made a mushroom garlic sauce with the last few mushrooms, and used it as a dip for the steak.

It’s a pity there’s no soup, but Ryan can only dig out two tender corn cobs and half a yam in the fridge. So he decided to mix them with some crushed walnuts to make a corn juice yam walnut drink, and sprinkled some coarse white sugar on top without fully stirring it to let it melt. Drinking it will give you a wonderful sweet and grainy feeling.

Unfortunately, there are no strawberries left; otherwise, he would make a strawberry mousse and put it in the freezer to enjoy later in the evening.

Ryan’s three planting pods had returned with Auston last night, but the lovely strawberries inside were completely gone. Not only were the strawberries missing, but even the strawberry plants were pitifully few. Unlike what was initially predicted, Blair not only spared the strawberries, but also ruthlessly killed the strawberry plants that Ryan had already cultivated. When they returned, one ordinary strawberry plant was left, as well as a young seedling from the U167 wild strawberry hybrid. It still has a long way to go before it matures.

Auston said that Blair had propagated the hybrid plant by slicing it, which was a bit pitiful to think about.

Ryan seemed to have eyes on his back, “Awake?”

Such an obvious nonsense, but it was often heard among family members.

If he turned around, he could see Auston’s rare sleepy and lazy look, wrapped in pajamas, leaning against the kitchen door. He rubbed his eyes and said, “Hmm.”

Still not fully awake, he felt like he was in a dream. He stumbled over to Ryan and leaned his body against Ryan’s back, happily rubbing against him.

It seems that the General is very honest in his sleep, his body is loyal to his heart, and the actions he makes are a little childish and cute. Where did the usual cold and steady demeanor come from?

Ryan allowed Auston to lean against him, bending his waist without feeling tired. After about ten minutes, Auston woke up completely. He realized the environment he was in and the action he was doing, and his face flushed red with embarrassment from his sleepiness. He quickly turned around and rushed into the bathroom. The sound of running water continued for thirty minutes, and then Auston emerged, fully dressed and composed, with his usual calm and collected demeanor. Only his black eyes showed a hint of satisfaction and a tinge of shyness.