"It's alright," Mu Qingyun replied, her gaze shifting between Su Qiluo and Su Zhou.

Su Zhou seemed to want to say something but couldn't get a word in edgewise, while Su Qiluo kept a cold face, focusing only on eating and not wanting to say a word.

Or, how about adding something drastic?

Mu Qingyun fiddled with her chopsticks, while Su Qiluo kept putting food on her plate.

With a soft laugh, she moved her chopsticks, picked up a piece of cooked beef, and put it in Su Zhou's bowl. "Dad, eat more. I've noticed you don't eat much."

"Cough cough... cough cough."

Upon hearing her words, Su Zhou choked on the food he hadn't yet swallowed and couldn't help coughing.

PhD:?

Su Qiluo: Hehe.

Su Zhou: Your Majesty, you're scaring me to death!

"What's wrong? Did you choke? Don't worry, Dad, I'll get you some water." A smile appeared on her lips as she stood up to pour water for Su Zhou.

Before he could stand up completely, Su Qilu grabbed his arm.

She looked over and saw Su Qiluo put his chopsticks on the bowl with his right hand, then turned to meet her eyes. "He can pour himself some water if he wants to drink it. He doesn't need you to."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a force on her arm, and before she could regain her balance, she was pulled down onto the stool.

"I remember he was your strategist before, how come he became your father?" Su Qiluo smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Is this a case of trying to fight fire with fire to get back at her?

Mu Qingyun raised an eyebrow. Goodness, Su Qiluo, just from that one sentence, let's see if she'll let him into bed tonight.

"Ah, that's how it is," she concealed the fleeting displeasure in her eyes, tilted her head, and made up a story: "My father is practically nonexistent. If it weren't for the arrival of the strategist, my life would probably still be bleak."

"The strategist is not only my subject, but also my mentor and friend, and even more like an elder who takes care of me."

She looked up at Su Zhou, a smile playing on her lips, "Right?"

This laugh left Su Zhou speechless. He glanced at Su Qiluo silently, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded, "Mm."

"Then, should I also go along with you and call him that?" Su Qiluo asked, fiddling with her chopsticks with an ambiguous expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up without warning, smiled at Su Zhou, and said, "No, you shouldn't deserve that title, after all, you abandoned me when I was little."

"Cough, these dumplings really taste delicious." The doctor interrupted their conversation in time, putting some of the dumplings he said were good on everyone's plates.

The four of them stopped short of a conversation, their previous chatter almost instantly halting, each person's emotions shifting rapidly.

Eat more.

"good."

The four of them were all smiles at the table, like strangers who had suddenly become acquainted.

After finishing their meal, Mu Qingyun and Su Zhou sat chatting. The doctor left first, as he had to attend an online meeting, while Su Qiluo cleaned up the leftovers on the table.

"I remember he was quite busy before, how come he seems to be doing nothing now?" Su Zhou glanced at Su Qiluo and asked in confusion.

“Well, but he refuses to be away for a month at a time for tedious work, so there aren’t many tasks assigned to him.” Mu Qingyun smiled helplessly. “Even if we assign him tasks, he won’t accept them.”

"And what about you? What are your thoughts on the live-streaming plan I mentioned?" Su Zhou looked at her. "To be honest, reviving culture is not an easy task."

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun felt a headache coming on.

Although she didn't want the excellent culture of her era to be lost, reviving traditional culture was no easy task.

"If we're talking about reviving, what should we revive?" She frowned. "The four arts of qin (a stringed instrument), chess, calligraphy, and painting. Calligraphy has been preserved for now, but the other three have been almost completely forgotten."

“Yes, and poetry and tea ceremony.” Su Zhou added, “Your Majesty should also know that modern people, whether they go to school or not, no longer learn classical Chinese and poetry.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun nodded, "I know."

After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly had an idea. "Why don't we promote tea first? People drink tea nowadays, and we have some tea seeds in the seed bank. Let's spread our tea culture first."

“I think it’s a good idea.” Su Zhou agreed. “You can discuss this with the military academy principal first, and then generate buzz online to attract some followers.”

“Okay.” Mu Qingyun readily agreed.

"Aren't you two finished talking?" Su Qiluo leaned against the door frame, staring at Su Zhou. "It's getting late, aren't you leaving?"

I've never seen such a "straightforward" way of asking someone to leave.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but laugh, and with a smirk, she raised her chin. "Strategist, shall you go first?"

"Okay." Su Zhou lowered his eyes, stood up, nodded briefly to her, and then turned to look at Su Qiluo. "I'm leaving now."

Su Qiluo remained silent, watching him leave before slowly walking to her side. "Kazeel has made a deal with the Zerg. He can no longer return to the seabed, so we don't know if he will continue to plot with the Zerg."

"It's alright, the Zerg pose little threat to us." Mu Qingyun seemed unconcerned. "With your current Hellfire, one blast and nothing will grow. What are you afraid of?"

“That’s right,” Su Qiluo squatted down and picked her up in his arms. “Go back to your room and rest.”

Holding her in someone's arms, she took out her phone and sent a message to the military academy principal, explaining the idea she had just made with Su Zhou.

So captivated by Su Qiluo's gentle and considerate nature, she completely forgot her earlier decision not to let him sleep with her tonight.

...

The next morning, she was woken up by her alarm clock, put on the clothes for freshman training, quickly ate the food that Su Qiluo had specially prepared for her early in the morning, and hurried to the training ground.

At 7:50, Zhou Hengyue appeared on the training field on time. At 8:00, he began to issue the training instructions for the day.

"Today we're still training physical fitness." As soon as he said that, all the freshmen present looked uncomfortable.

It's been a month, and they've been training their physical fitness all month. Every day, everyone comes to the training ground full of expectations, only to find that they can only run laps, do frog jumps, and pull-ups.

They were all exhausted, their faces flushed, and they hadn't even seen much improvement in their superpowers or mental strength.

"Please pause for a moment."

Suddenly, a voice came from afar.

The principal, wearing a beige overcoat, was walking this way.

"Principal?" Zhou Hengyue was surprised to see the principal and quickly went to greet him. "What brings you here?"

The principal smiled at him and turned his gaze to the line. "Mu Qingyun, come out for a moment."

The principal's shout successfully made her the center of attention, and almost everyone looked in her direction, not only all the freshmen, but also the others on the training field.