Millennium: "..."

What's going on?

Is it going to rain red blood?

Did the head coach voluntarily go back to his room and kneel on a washboard?

After kneeling, did he even write down his thoughts on kneeling?

3000 words is not enough!

Another 5000 words?

Feng Jie silently took a step back, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Is their own coach perhaps blinded by insects?

Kneeling on a washboard and writing down their thoughts by hand—aren't these things the coach makes them do?

Dark eyes that seem to stretch endlessly into the distance.

A seductive, husky voice.

Jiang Si met Agares's gaze through her sunglasses, her heart pounding uncontrollably. She blurted out, almost without thinking, "Your Highness, who bit your lip?"

Millennium: "!!!"

Who bit you?

Wasn't it from fighting with someone?

Feng Jie couldn't help but take another step back.

This is definitely Miss A-Jiang. Only her mind can be so free and unrestrained, and she can ask questions that others dare not ask or do.

A slight blush crept onto Agares's stiff, cold face. His ears burned, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he took a step back, shifting his gaze from her lips. His voice was even hoarser now, "Then write 5,000 words by hand!"

He's avoiding answering the question!

Was it really bitten open?

Who is it?

Who has such great abilities?

Jiang Si's heart pounded uncomfortably. She pouted her red lips and muttered, "5,000 words won't do. At least 10,000 words!"

Qianxi and Feng Jie, standing beside him, stared wide-eyed.

One person thought: This is the epitome of taking an inch and wanting a mile!

One thought: If you knew she was Miss A-Jiang, you'd think she was the madam, spoiled and arrogant!

Agares's lips curled up slightly: "Alright, then write 10,000 words, I'll give them to you tomorrow morning!"

So easy to talk to?

Is the position of an inspector too useful?

Or perhaps there's a little devil in his room!

Take the washboard back and kneel down to play pranks with the little vixen, and write something along the way?

Jiang Si blurted out, "Can I watch it live?"

Can we even observe it live?

Millennium, standing timidly to the side, also raised his hand: "Coach, may I request to observe in person?"

Seeing the head coach kneeling on a washboard, even if I were to be drilled to death or punished by copying the criminal code by hand, I would be willing to do it!

Feng Jie wasn't to be outdone: "Coach, me too! I'd also like to request to watch from the sidelines!"

Agares glanced sideways, his sharp, cold gaze sweeping over Millennium and Feng Jie. His voice turned icy as he said, "The inspector is going to the logistics department to deal with the Zerg corpses. You two will stay here and kneel down and try out every single washboard that's going to be packed. After you're done, write down your thoughts by hand!"

Millennium, Feng Jie: "..."

If you don't want me to see it, then you don't want me to see it!

Why be so harsh, punish them, and make them write their thoughts by hand?

Since she couldn't see the scene anymore, Jiang Si took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding discomfort in her heart. She turned around and waved, "Your Highness, you all go ahead with your work. I'm going to the logistics department to find some low-level insects. Goodbye!"

He ran faster than a rabbit as soon as he finished speaking.

A few minutes later.

Jiang Si entered a room in the logistics department and saw two complete grasshoppers, each the size of an eagle, on a stainless steel table.

On the table were a long cleaver, a stick, and a large empty basin. Next to the table was a deep, large pot, and next to the pot was cooking oil.

Jiang Si walked up to the stainless steel table.

Chunman from the logistics department stood by the table and asked, "Hello, Inspector, is there anything else you need? I'll go prepare it!"

With a deep, large pot, cooking oil, salt, and chili peppers in her storage space, she didn't need anything else.

"No need, this is fine!" Jiang Si said, taking out an apron from her spatial button, wrapping it around her body, and tying a knot at her waist.

He rolled up his sleeves, picked up a kitchen knife, grabbed a grasshopper the size of an eagle, removed its wings, and threw it into the trash can.

Chunman looked on in horror and took a step back.

The inspectors are too ruthless.

Agares walked in silently, and Chunman was about to salute him.

Agares slightly raised her hand to stop him, stood two steps back to Jiang Si's left, stared at her movements, and asked, "In your recipe, its wings are not edible?"

Jiang Si paused in dismembering the grasshopper, then said without turning her head, "Your Highness, are you interested in my recipe?"

The blush on Agares' face had faded. Behind Jiang Si's back, when she couldn't see him, he reached out and touched the scar on his lower lip. He said seriously, "This is an area I haven't explored before. I'd like to learn about it!"

Jiang Si's eyes darted around, and she reversed the long cleaver in her hand, wedging it against the grasshopper's head: "So Your Highness is eager to learn. Then Your Highness must see this clearly: forewings and hindwings of low-level insects are not needed, and the head is not needed either. Cut it off!"

"Tear off the ovipositor and intestines of the lower-level insect, cut off its forelegs, midlegs, and hind legs, leaving only the thigh. The thigh should be divided into three parts!"

"The rest of the body is too big; it won't cook through if you put the whole thing in the pan. So, cut it into 16 small pieces, or 24 pieces, whichever you like!"

As Jiang Si spoke, she swiftly chopped up a grasshopper the size of an eagle, dismembering it into pieces. She then gripped the back of her longsword and handed the hilt to Agares. "Alright, you've done it yourself. You can take care of the last one!"