Vice President

The 19th Corps Military and Political Building, reception room on the second floor.

Sitting opposite Wei Shao was the vice president of the Imperial Male Insect Protection Association, who was also the heir to the wealthy Capet family.

—Felix Capet.

The vice president was wearing a white suit, his light blond hair was half tied up, and a gentle smile was on his face.

Respect and pity are supposed to be two conflicting emotions, but at this moment they are perfectly integrated in those blue eyes.

Felix lowered his head very low and presented the ID card to Wei Shao with both hands: "Mr. Wei Shao, this is your ID card. From today on, the Male Insect Protection Association will do its utmost to protect your rights.

His demeanor was extremely respectful and humble, like the embodiment of the Male Insect Protection Act. His posture, in particular, easily reminded people of the idiom "holding an account at the same level as the eyebrows".

Wei Shao did not like this idiom. No matter how many beautiful and romantic interpretations literature gave it, it could not conceal the fact that it was essentially a form of oppression and shackles, just like the world does to female insects.

"Thanks."

Wei Shao took the ID card and Philo's face suddenly appeared in his mind.

——If Philo also became like this, it would be too creepy.

Felix bent his body again. "Sir, it is an honor to serve a man like you."

Wei Shao was tired of hearing such words. It was obvious that the proud male insects had no habit of saying thank you, and he was the outlier.

Maybe he should learn to change some of his habits, but he doesn't want to.

After all, he is not a bug, but a human being.

Wei Shao silently recorded the information into his terminal and registered a long list of accounts necessary for daily life.

Felix was left aside by him, but he had no complaints and just kept looking at him with a smile.

"President, if you have nothing else to do, please go back." Wei Shao put away the terminal, suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at Felix sharply.

Wei Shao was well aware that the more obvious difference between him and Felix was class, not so-called gender.

There was no need for Felix to be so humble and fawning to him, and there was no need for him to personally deliver the ID card to him.

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.

"Mr. Wei Shao," Felix said softly, "The Male Insect Protection Association is very concerned about your life happiness index. We have specially selected thousands of beautiful and wealthy female insects from the citizen database for you. You can choose at will."

"I don't need it." Wei Shao frowned. "If I remember correctly, I replied to you in an email three days ago."

Felix's eyes flickered. "The email from three days ago seems to be a reply from Admiral Philo..."

"He showed it to me, and I replied." Wei Shao interrupted him.

"Sir," Felix said thoughtfully, "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Admiral Philo?"

Wei Shao smiled, but his eyes didn't reach his eyes. "You know it's rude, but you still ask?"

Felix choked.

Felix suddenly realized that the line "mild temper" in Wei Shao's information might not be realistic.

——Although this male insect is relatively polite, he is no less difficult to deal with than any male insect with a bad temper.

"I'm sorry to have upset you. Sir, in the Satyad Empire, the compulsory cultivation of male insects ends one month before adulthood." Felix said worriedly, "Admiral Philo's property will eventually be handed over to his future male master. He cannot serve you for the rest of his life. We are also worried about your future life."

Wei Shao's brows furrowed slightly at the word "serve".

He leaned back carelessly, crossed his arms and said, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry? Since Philo can support me now, it means I don't need to worry about these things now."

"Sir, you are really..." Felix shook his head helplessly, "Let me be honest with you. The Fourth Prince admires you and hopes that you can become his lord. If you are willing, he will ask His Majesty to grant you a title and a manor. You will have endless wealth and beautiful insects."

"Vice President, I really doubt that you can understand insect language," Wei Shao sighed, "Do you really have to let me go only if I say I'm misogynistic?"

Felix smiled: "I'm afraid that's not possible."

He winked at several female insects in white uniforms behind him, and they immediately blocked the door.

Wei Shao laughed and said sarcastically, "Male Insect Protection Association? Vice President?"

Felix's blue eyes were still as gentle as water: "If you take the initiative to follow me, I will still respect you as the vice president. Otherwise, I can only take you back as Felix Capet to report."

"Who do you think you can take? Cape."

A solemn and indifferent voice broke the stalemate and the door of the reception room was kicked open.

Philo, dressed in black training clothes, strode over. The smell of blood on his body overwhelmed the faint fragrance in the room. He stared at Felix gloomily.

Wei Shao looked at the blood on his arm, frowned and asked: "...Injured again?"

"No, it's the blood bag on the chest of the combat mecha." Fei Luo turned his head slightly to look at Wei Shao, his face slightly relieved, "You step back first, leave this to me."

Felix frowned quickly, looked at Philo, and whispered a warning: "You should know who chose this male child."

"I don't know." Philo stepped closer, the muzzle of his gun directly against Felix's temples, his eyes full of anger, "Do you want to teach me?"

Wei Shao's eyes widened.

Although……

but……

Is the Admiral so fierce outside...?

The muzzle of the gun was still hot, and combined with the bloody smell on Philo's body, it was easy for Felix to associate it with bad things. He was stunned for two seconds, then slowly raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender.

"I was asked by the bug to remind you. It's up to you whether you listen or not." Felix paused and turned his head slightly. "There's no need to embarrass me, right, Admiral?"

"I'm not as generous as you think." Philo sneered, lowering the muzzle of his gun to point at his side, "Mr. Capet, I'll take you there."

Ludel, who was watching the show outside, turned his gun around and said, "Admiral, let me do it. Aren't you still thinking about going home for dinner?"

Philo pushed the bug directly over.

Felix was pushed around like a ball, and his gentle face became ugly. He pushed away Ludel's hand, straightened his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "I will go by myself."

The two female insects brought by Felix looked at each other and hurriedly followed him out.

Fei Luo put the gun back into his leg and reached out to Wei Shao on the sofa: "Go back."

Wei Shao looked down at his hands, and after making sure that Fei Luo was not looking for him to report something this time, he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth in a malicious manner.

He high-fived Philo.

"Let's go."

"..." Philo's hand froze in mid-air for two seconds.

Wei Shao suppressed his laughter and pretended not to see it, pushing his shoulder and walking out.

-

There was a lot of clanging and banging in the kitchen. Wei Shao was rubbing the leaves of southern mustard greens skillfully and carefully, taking an average of half a minute to rub each leaf.

Philo's hands, which were used to holding a gun, were now holding a shiny kitchen knife. He leaned against the workbench, waiting quietly for Wei Shao to finish washing the pool of vegetables.

Wei Shao was so absorbed in kneading the dough that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings until he felt his neck ache and raised his head. Only then did he realize that Philo had already chopped all the ingredients, waiting for the southern mustard in his hand.

He suddenly became anxious and used more strength on his hands, and a large piece of the fragile leaf was immediately crushed.

“…”

Wei Shao rubbed the remaining leaves together, drained them, and brought them to Filo, saying seriously, "It's not clean, but you won't get sick if you eat it."

Philo nodded, looking very much in agreement. He took the southern mustard, cut it in a few strokes, and then said slowly: "The vegetables here are all grown in a sterile way, so you don't have to wash them next time."

Wei Shao: “…Oh.”

Not saying it earlier.

Philo's cooking movements were very skillful, and Wei Shao looked curious: "Do you cook often?"

He heard from those female soldiers that Filo was too lazy to even go to the cafeteria, and most of the time he just made do with nutritional supplements... Why was he so good at cooking?

Philo paused while busying himself: "Not often, only on my birthday every year."

Wei Shao became interested: "Hey, when is your birthday?"

The juicy and oily southern mustard greens made crackling sounds when they touched each other. Wei Shao waited for a long time but didn't hear any response, so he thought that the noise was too loud and Philo couldn't hear clearly.

"Admiral, when is your birthday?"

Wei Shao asked again.

"March twenty-first," Philo whispered, his back to him. "Bring me a plate."

Wei Shao's face was filled with shock.

Philo's birthday is the same day as his? !

Is this the reason why he traveled through time? !

His thoughts were in a mess for a moment, and he barely remembered what Philo said. He squatted down and took a plate from the disinfection cabinet and handed it out.

“Ding-clang——”

Wei Shao came back to his senses instantly: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Philo retracted his hand: "Take another one."

Plates in this world are hard to break. Wei Shao put the fallen plate into the pool, then picked up another one and handed it to Philo.

Four hot dishes and a soup were served. Wei Shao served two servings of steamed mashed potatoes and placed one of them in front of Philo with familiarity.

Brightly colored sweet and sour crispy bones, verdant and juicy southern mustard greens, sweet and sour sweet and sour pork with fruit, steamed pork with glutinous rice flour and green leaves sprinkled with chopped green onions, and a pot of cucumber and scallop soup to relieve the greasiness.

Although the ingredients used are different from those in Wei Shao’s hometown, the cooking method and appearance are no worse than those there, with steam rising and a fragrant aroma.

Wei Shao's eyes sparkled as he praised sincerely, "General, you are so, so, so - awesome!"

Philo responded by pressing the spoon into his hand.

Wei Shao immediately filled a bowl of soup, took a sip, and his tongue, which had been drinking nutritional supplements for two days, suddenly came back to life, warming his stomach all the way to his heart.

He put down the soup bowl and smiled at Philo with his eyes curved: "Philo, thank you." Thank you for taking me in, helping me, and cooking for me.

Filo raised his brown eyes: "Well, you're welcome."

Wei Shao smiled even more.

-

After dinner, Wei Shao cleaned up the leftovers and sorted out his various accounts.

The first wave of 5,000 SART profits from selling stocks had already arrived in Wei Shao's account. He calculated his expenses over the past few days, glanced at the terminal with an unknown price on his little finger, and simply transferred all of it to Philo.

He stretched and collapsed on the sofa to browse the Star Network.

After taking a shower, Fei Luo sat down beside him, bringing with him a minty scent of shower gel. Wei Shao subconsciously tilted his head.

The general without his uniform really looked a bit...

……good?

Although his eyes and expression were still as cold as usual, his soft light brown curly hair always gave people the illusion that he was very young.

"You've given me all the money. Are you going to go and sell yourself to His Majesty the Fourth Prince?"

Philo flipped through the terminal, his thin lips opening and closing, and the hurtful words he uttered instantly brought Wei Shao back to reality.

"...What are you talking about?" Wei Shao frowned and resisted the urge to rub Fei Luo's head. "It's not that bad yet. I still have money."

The newly purchased stocks are still waiting to rise.

Philo scrolled to the bottom of the account record: "Not bad, I actually made a few thousand."

Having said that, Wei Shao didn't hear that he felt good about it at all.

He probed, "Are you angry? I know you don't care about this little money, but I can't really rely on you for support... What's the difference between that and salted fish?"

Philo put away the terminal and said calmly, "Why should I be angry? I am happy for the future hero, 70% - or maybe 100%? The more you help me save, the more he can live the life he wants."

Wei Shao: “…”

What the fuck is going on? I'm suddenly a little angry.