The drunk Pei Ji felt that he was the most powerful person in the entire empire. Even under the influence of high concentration of alcohol, he could remain absolutely sober.

He must go back by himself!

He rubbed his aching head and stood up, saluted the ornately shaped street lamp, then staggered towards a direction he thought was right.

A deep voice came from the headset: "General Pei, could you please wait for me here?"

"No..." Pei Ji stretched out his words, "You would rather eat with the princess than with me, so I won't wait for you."

Shen Que choked.

Pei Ji continued, "You remember that bastard Austin but not me... I won't wait for you..."

Shen Que was stunned.

What is this?

Pei Ji muttered softly: "Not only will I not wait for you, I've also decided not to like you anymore. Liking you is too tiring... It's really super tiring..."

Shen Que's head buzzed. Reason told him not to take the drunkard's words seriously, but his emotions ignored reason and immediately got the better of him.

He blurted out: "You can't..."

The person on the other side interrupted him: "From now on, I decide not to like you for two minutes. Take a break..."

After a moment of silence.

"Time's up." Pei Ji's voice dragged on, "Hmm...it seems like less than two minutes."

"We're here." Shen Que didn't even look at the time. "It's been so long. I've been waiting for a long time."

"Really?" Pei Ji muttered, "How many minutes did you wait?"

"I don't know, it's very long anyway."

"How many minutes is a long time?" He insisted. "Don't lie to me, little one. You won't get any advantage from me."

Shen Que frowned. He felt that he must be crazy to be talking about such boring things with a drunkard.

He said casually, "Five minutes."

"Five minutes..."

Pei Ji paused for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and said, "Okay... Then I still owe you three minutes."

"From now on, you can dislike me for three minutes, only three minutes, do you hear me?"

"I don't want it." Shen Que said.

Pei Ji said in embarrassment, "Ah..." "You think it's too little?"

Shen Que was too lazy to answer, his eyes fixed on the two small dots on the terminal that were gradually approaching each other.

"That can't be helped."

Pei Ji suddenly cleared his throat, as if he was about to announce something important.

"From now on, Pei Ji will always like Shen Que for three minutes longer than Shen Que likes Pei Ji, in order to repay the debt."

Shen Que's heart trembled suddenly.

Pei Ji's voice, after drinking, sounded a bit more lazy and nonchalant than usual, and his voice was also deeper and mellower.

Shen Que seemed to hear his own heartbeat. His throat rolled and he pressed the microphone to his ear.

He wanted Pei Ji to say it again.

It is not enough to say it once, he should swear, make an agreement, sign it, and read it in front of him a hundred times.

But Alpha's mind was wandering and he changed the subject after his announcement and started complaining about something else.

The sound of talking to himself flowed clearly into Shen Que's ears.

"Ah, this is so annoying...why isn't this road straight?"

"Why did that An Luya give me such a cold shoulder... He has so many bad habits..."

"I am indeed your favorite princess!"

Suddenly, he let out a "Hmm?"

"Baby, why are you here?"

Shen Que paused and turned his head quickly.

No one.

The leaves above his head rustled, and all he could see was the dim light and his shadow stretched out long by the street lamp.

He was walking on the main road, which was wide and straight, with no blind spots.

Shen Que looked around, and again and again confirmed that there was no one else around. Just as he was about to ask Pei Ji who he saw, the microphone was suddenly cut off.

"Beep--" A blind sound replaced Alpha's low, mellow and lazy voice, and Chen Que's gaze suddenly turned cold.

He looked back at another small dot on the terminal, deep in the garden away from the main road.

My heart, which was floating lightly, sank to the bottom in an instant.

That idiot—who on earth did he mistake for him?!

On the other side, Pei Ji supported himself on the rough tree trunk with his elbows and walked towards the figure in white military uniform hidden among the leaves.

There were, for some reason, too many bushes around.

Pei Ji impatiently pushed a piece away and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

Wait... that doesn't seem to be his commander...

Shen Que should be taller than that figure, and his back should be more upright.

At this time, the figure also heard the sound of Pei Ji pushing away the leaves and turned around vigilantly.

Almost at the same time, Pei Ji saw another shadow flash past that man.

Is there another person?

Before he could see the person who had disappeared, a figure in white military uniform had already pushed through the bushes and walked in front of him.

A well-proportioned figure, a gentle face, and lovely peach blossom eyes...

Pei Ji felt a surge of energy rushing up his throat from his stomach, and he almost vomited.

What the hell is this, Lu Sirang!

Lu Sirang was also surprised to see Pei Ji.

He subconsciously glanced at where he had just stood, then turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at Pei Ji, who was leaning against the tree with a gloomy face.

The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Lu Sirang suddenly understood something and gave a fake smile: "What's the matter? General Pei, drinking alone?"

Pei Ji cursed, pressed his brow, and muttered, "What bad luck."

He turned and left, but Lu Sirang's voice came again: "Are you so cold to your first commander?"

Most soldiers have a bit of a fledgling complex towards their first commander. After all, he is the first "teacher" and "partner" who teaches them how to fight.

Lu Sirang's words were ambiguous and suggestive, which was his best tactic.

He knew that Pei Ji's mind would be a little off when he was drunk. When he had just graduated and was still very green, he had said a lot of cute words in the fleet.

Pei Ji glanced at him and said coldly, "Get away from me."

Lu Sirang snorted softly: "It was me who cried in front of the Queen back then, not you. I don't hold a grudge against you, but you hold a grudge against me..."

Before he could finish his words, Pei Ji rushed to him, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"How dare you talk to me?" Pei Ji said hoarsely, "People like you..."

Lu Sirang raised an eyebrow, "Someone like me?"

Pei Ji felt an inexplicable burning sensation in the palm of his right hand, as if something was inserted deeply into it.

He frowned and looked at his palm, as if wondering why there was still a residual feeling there.

His injuries had healed long ago... long ago...

Lu Sirang noticed Pei Ji's gaze and smiled even more deeply, "I almost forgot, you were the one who saved me."

He spoke clearly: "It was hard to save him."

"You should die for them." Pei Ji said coldly.

"It's a pity that I'm alive and well." Lu Sirang patted the back of Pei Ji's hand. "Don't be so angry, General. We still need to get along well for a while."

"What?"

"Ah..." Lu Sirang blinked in feigned surprise. "You didn't know yet? We'll be in the same group for the interview in two days, and we'll be on stage shoulder to shoulder, General Pei."