Feel sorry
Wei Shao returned to the military headquarters at the end of the lunch period and followed the instructions on the map to the Canteen B that Philo mentioned.
There were very few bugs in cafeteria B and he hardly had to queue. He randomly ordered a piece of meat that came from some unknown creature and a staple food.
The total cost was seventy-five satres.
So expensive.
This was Wei Shao’s first feeling.
It tastes so bad.
This is the second feeling.
The chunky pieces of meat had no taste of their own, and were topped with a layer of thick, brown sauce. The taste of the sauce was hard to tell whether it was sour or salty, but it didn't feel very good in my mouth anyway.
There was also a portion of stir-fried plant stems and leaves next to the meat. Wei Shao thought it would taste better, but he felt even sadder when he put it in his mouth.
I don’t know what the cooking oil is made of, but it has an indescribable pungent smell.
Wei Shao was not the only one who ordered this dish. The people at the tables next to him were eating happily. Wei Shao could even hear their discussions:
"The traditional dishes in B Canteen are still the best. The smell makes me salivate. The taste is many times better than the nutritional soup, but the price is too expensive."
"Tsk, didn't you just get a salary increase last month?"
"Now that I've spent all my money, how can I find a male master in the future? Insect God, please bless me to find a male master with 50% pheromone concentration!"
"50%? I think it comes faster in dreams."
Wei Shao: “…”
He silently forked the meat and plants from the plate into his mouth, and then ate the main course in two or three bites.
My longing for Xiao Tiangao reached its peak at this moment.
On the way back, he received a message from Philo.
Philo: Have you had lunch? 】
Wei Shao cleared the characters he had entered in the chat box and re-entered: [I have eaten. Thank you for your concern, General. 】
Philo: [It’s my job [smile.emoji]. 】
Wei Shao: […Ah? 】
Philo: [I'm very busy here. I'll log off first. 】
Philo’s account avatar was blacked out again.
Wei Shao: ...
He looked at the rather old-fashioned emoji on the chat interface and felt that there seemed to be a deep misunderstanding on Philo's part, so he made up his mind to talk to him face to face tonight.
By the way, where do you buy breakfast?
The smart door lock sensed the terminal's command and opened with a click. A crisp voice rang out from the entrance: "Welcome home! Master~"
Owner?
This word is exactly the same as the one used in his hometown.
Wei Shao extended his index finger and flicked the door lock lightly: "Don't welcome me so casually. I'm not your master."
He tilted his head and thought for a while, then muttered in a low voice: "Your master and I are socialist friends..."
"Oh, no, it's imperialist friendship." After Wei Shao made the correction, he couldn't help laughing.
The smart door lock is actually a moron and will not respond to him.
After changing his shoes and washing his hands, Wei Shao ran happily to the dining table, but was stunned when he saw the empty thermos.
“…”
Where's his sweet cake? ! ? !
-
Meanwhile, on the training ground.
Philo had withstood three S-level mental attacks. His hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and the dark military vest stuck to his cold white skin, creating a striking contrast.
He pushed open the door of the mental training room, grabbed a handful of wet hair, and when he raised his hand, his arms showed smooth muscle lines, which were not exaggerated.
But the explosive power and lethality contained in this body are far more terrifying than it appears.
The worm patterns on the side of his neck appeared due to his rapid heartbeat and rapidly rising body temperature. The complex blue-black lines extended all the way to his jaw and cheeks, adding a bit of weirdness to his cold and handsome face.
What a pity, the place is full of widowed female insects, and there is no insect to appreciate.
I dare not appreciate it.
Philo's gaze seemed to fall casually on the ground, but the moment he raised his head he accurately caught the curious gaze of a new recruit.
"Practice three more rounds." He uttered these three words calmly without any warmth.
The curiosity on the recruit's face was instantly replaced by despair.
Ludel handed over a bottle of water and raised his eyebrows, "General, don't bully my soldiers."
Philo glanced at him without making any comment. The new recruits were stunned: When did their Major General Ludel become so gentle?
Ludel grinned and said, "He looks distracted, but he is actually practicing a fighting technique - killing enemy insects with his eyes!"
The recruit felt suffocated for a moment, fearing that Philo would become even angrier because of Ludel's words and change his mind, so he didn't dare to hesitate for a second and went to practice more immediately.
Fei Luo said coldly: "He is so unruly. Go and practice with him."
"Why are you asking for collective punishment?" Ludel said depressedly, "It's not like I'm lazy."
Philo didn't even raise his eyes: "You said your soldiers."
"Okay," Ludel had no choice but to admit defeat and walked towards the low-altitude training area where artillery fire was intensive. "I'll set an example for these brats."
The new recruit who was punished to do extra training was still trying desperately to avoid the artillery fire and bullets when a cheetah-like red-haired figure passed by him.
It was their Major General Ludel.
"……" Before the recruit could be stunned, another figure flew over, so fast that he could only see an afterimage, and soon surpassed Ludel.
The soldiers in the rest area also noticed this scene, and suddenly burst into earth-shaking shouts:
"Fuck, the Admiral is so damn handsome!!!"
"Major General, don't be scared! Charge!"
The recruit was stunned for half a second, barely avoiding the bullet that brushed his ear, and gritted his teeth as he chased after the two figures that were getting farther and farther away.
Ludel crossed the finish line, slowed down his breathing, and shook his head at Philo, who was sweating even less than before, and said, "Your physical fitness is fucking abnormal. Comparing with you is really asking for trouble."
Fei Luo stared at him: "Let's compare our mental strength again?"
"Didn't you just come out of the mental training room?" Ludel noticed something was wrong. "Why are you so angry today? Who pissed you off?"
Before Fei Luo could answer, he guessed a little: "Because of that Lord Wei Shao?"
Fei Luo raised his head and drank a sip of water, then said calmly, "No."
Ludel didn't believe it at all.
"Tsk, you can't stand my unruly behavior. I think that Lord Wei Shao is also unreliable. How could a little kid like him catch your eye? Don't tell me that his pheromones are of high purity. I won't believe a word of his."
Just as Philo was about to speak, the terminal on his wrist suddenly flashed and a random message from Wei Shao popped up.
Wei Shao: [General, does the table at home automatically clear away leftovers? 】
Philo: [Yeah. 】
Wei Shao: [...Okay, thank you, General. 】
Not hearing any answer, Ludel thought Philo was angry, but when he turned around, he found that Philo was staring intently at the air in front of him, and the terminal on his wrist was still glowing faintly.
As time passed, the gloom between his brows gradually dissipated, replaced by a faint smile.
Ludel:?
Ludel stared at him in disbelief for three seconds, then called out his name: "Philo."
Philo finally gave him a look, as if telling him to fart soon.
Ludel frowned deeply and said in a rare serious tone: "Although Mr. Wei Shao seems to have a good character, don't forget how He Li died."
"I know," said Philo.
Ludel breathed a sigh of relief.
But Philo's next words made him faint again.
"He's different from those bugs."
Ludel was puzzled and said, "What's the difference? Don't they both have one nose and two eyes?"
Philo did not answer and went straight into the high-risk training ground.
-
Wei Shao took a bath early in the evening, hugged a pillow and lay on the sofa, watching the stock trends on the terminal, looking up at the time from time to time.
“Tick-tock—”
"Welcome home, Master~"
Two closely connected voices were heard from the entrance. Wei Shao raised his eyes suddenly, and his gaze met that of Filo who was looking in his direction.
Wei Shao left a lamp on at the entrance, it was warm yellow and very bright.
The light gave Philo's cold face a warm hue and made his eyes look much softer.
Wei Shao smiled at him and said, "General, you are back."
"Um."
I don’t know if it was Wei Shao’s illusion, but Philo’s voice seemed a little hoarse.
Philo closed the door, put his officer's hat on the cabinet at the entrance, and then squatted down to untie his military boots.
The moment he stood up, Wei Shao saw that his figure seemed to shake.
The next second, Philo fell to the ground and his head hit the cabinet door heavily, making a dull sound.
"!"
Wei Shao jumped up from the sofa in an instant and rushed to Fei Luo.
It was only when he got closer that he realized there was such a strong smell of blood on Philo's body.
"Admiral? Admiral!" Wei Shao half-knelt on the ground, took a look at the sticky red palms, panicked, and called Filo several times but got no response.
The person in his arms had his eyes closed, was breathing heavily, and had cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He looked very painful.
He didn't care about anything else, he just picked up Philo, walked straight to the sofa, and gently put Philo on it.
"Where is the wound..." Wei Shao frowned deeply, and looked back and forth along the wet military uniform to check, and finally found a cut on the side of the waist.
The wound is not big, it looks like a bullet penetration wound.
This was already a pretty serious injury in his world, but it was probably a common occurrence for military females... otherwise Philo wouldn't have come back without treating it.
Even so, Wei Shao still dialed the hospital's number and stood up to find a medical kit.
His sleeve was pulled by a force and he lowered his head subconsciously.
Fei Luo had opened his eyes and looked at him steadily, his thin lips slightly parted: "Not going to the hospital..."
"Okay," Wei Shao hung up the phone and leaned forward slightly, "Then I'll go get you some medicine and bandages. Do you remember where you put them?"
"No need." Philo's lips were very white, but his expression did not show any sign of fragility. He was so calm that it seemed as if he was not the one injured. "I will be fine tomorrow."
Wei Shao couldn't tell what he felt, so he could only whisper like he was coaxing a child: "Bandage it and it will heal faster."
"Yes, it's quick," Filo raised his clear eyes and acknowledged his statement, "but there is no one at home."
“…”
This might be a cold joke, but Wei Shao couldn't laugh as he watched the sofa cover under Philo gradually turn red.
Philo pulled his hands away, glanced at his bloodstained home clothes, and said softly, "I'm sorry for staining your clothes."
This indifferent look made Wei Shao feel a little annoyed for no reason.
This emotion was irrational, and he himself was not even aware of it. He just tugged at the bloodstained collar on his chest in annoyance: "It's okay."
Philo lay on his side on the sofa, his soft brown curly hair drooping on his forehead, his eyes half closed, and he stopped talking.
Wei Shao then remembered that he still had something to say to Fei Luo in person.
But Philo's current state...
He was not a man who was indecisive. He hesitated for only two seconds before looking firmly at the person on the sofa and calling out, "Admiral."
Philo's eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes tighter.
Wei Shao realized belatedly that perhaps Fei Luo had already guessed what he wanted to say, but...
...I don't want to listen.
He pursed his lips slightly, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the shadow pool in the middle of the living room: "I've thought about what you told me yesterday. I still don't want to get married hastily just to avoid trouble. The Economics School of Dixing University will start the entrance examination in three months. I will take the exam then. No matter how powerful the Fourth Prince is, he can't blatantly snatch the bug from the school."
He himself did not believe this. Although the Fourth Prince could not embarrass him openly, there were countless ways to prevent him from taking the exam.
Unless the other party takes the initiative to give up the idea.
Philo chuckled softly, turned over, and turned his face toward the inside of the sofa, his thin body curled up slightly.
Wei Shao didn't know what this meant, so he could only stand there, waiting in silence for time to pass.
It was a long time before he heard Philo's even hoarser voice.
"Got it, go away."
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