Millennium's eyes widened in astonishment.
The inspector made the head coach kneel on a washboard?
Is this something he, as an adjutant, can watch without paying or being trained?
Feng Jie, who was following beside her, was not much better off, staring dumbfounded at the girl wearing sunglasses, a red dress, and with her black curly hair covering her face.
For some inexplicable reason, I became even more convinced that she was Ms. Jiang from the military training site.
He had followed the commander for so many years, and all he had ever seen was Miss A-Jiang glaring at him. She was ruthless in fights, throwing fire, thunder, and whips at the commander.
If the head coach previously ordered him to bring two insects as revenge against Miss A-Jiang, then now Miss A-Jiang is retaliating against him.
The two of them were still just like they were on the military training field, locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to give an inch. One would whip the other, and the other would hang him up and kick him.
He is now somewhat worried that the head coach might get angry and personally discipline Miss A-Jiang, making her start anew.
Jiang Si held up a washboard and saw her cheap husband standing as steady as a mountain, his two dark eyes staring at her as if trying to see into her eyes through his sunglasses.
She raised her luscious red lips, took a step forward, and pressed closer: "Your Highness Agares, the washboard is a star merchandise of the Hunter Legion. As the commander of the Hunter Legion, you should personally test it before using it to punish your subordinates. That would be more in line with the principle of sharing both hardship and happiness, wouldn't it?"
The washboard in front of him still smelled of freshly cut wood. It sat there, and the Imperial Marshal, the nation's idol, Prince Agares, his dark eyes deep and unwavering, his eyelids drooping, gaze fixed on the washboard: "Does the Inspector want to see me kneel, or does he want to know the different bodily functions that occur depending on how long I kneel on the washboard?"
Of course I want to see him kneel down!
The Imperial Marshal, a national idol, kneeling on a washboard only makes him a trendsetter, so incredibly cool and stylish!
Stay calm!
Stay calm!
Stay calm
Never reveal anything to your cheap husband.
Jiang Si smiled, revealing her teeth, and said insincerely, "Of course I want to know the physical reactions and pain caused by kneeling on the washboard for different durations!"
"With data and textual analysis from the commander-in-chief, I believe that this wildly popular merchandise of the Legion can be exported to not only the Empire, but also the Fourth Civilization, the Federation, the Orcs, and the Merfolk, generating foreign exchange!"
"After all, this is a local specialty, wouldn't you say?"
Millennium: "..."
high.
The inspectors are still the best!
A handwritten analysis personally verified by the commander-in-chief is more convincing than any data. Not only should everyone in the entire empire have one, but the orcs and merfolk of the Federation's fourth civilization could also have one each.
Feng Jie: "..."
Forgive him for being uneducated.
They only kill Zerg, I don't see how much money they could make if they exported it.
Agares raised his gaze and landed on Jiang Si's smile. He stared at her smile for a long time before reaching out and grasping the washboard.
Jiang Si's hands trembled with excitement.
Did they really manage to capture a scene of their cheap husband kneeling on a washboard?
What a famous scene this is!
It's even more exciting than Bo Xilai kneeling on durians.
Agares pulled out the washboard and casually stuffed it into his spatial storage.
Ginger shreds: "!!!"
That's all?
I was just teasing her.
Let her get all excited for nothing?
Millennium: "..."
Feng Jie: "..."
"Not kneeling anymore?" Jiang Si was about to cry. She was so happy just now, but now she was so sad. She looked up at her cheap husband, who was taller and stronger than her and had a blank expression. She really wanted to grab his ear and yell at him, "You've gone too far! I don't believe you can trick a dog into coming in like this and then kill it!"
Agares, his face stern and cold, slowly placed his hands behind his back and said in a serious tone, "The length of time you kneel on the washboard affects your body's reaction and the pain of the punishment. I'll provide you with a written explanation by hand tomorrow morning!"
Should I write it to her by hand tomorrow morning?
That means he'll have to kneel down when he gets home that night!
That's true.
A marshal cannot kneel in front of everyone!
It must be late at night, and I'll be kneeling alone.
After all, the marshal had to save face.
Jiang Si instantly became as energetic as if she had been injected with chicken blood and Er Gouzi had drunk honey, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, for the legion's derivative product series, the more detailed the better."
Even though I can't see him kneeling, I can see his handwritten notes on his tablet, which is amazing!
Agares' fingers, clasped behind his back, tightened slightly. He had almost reached out and taken off her sunglasses. "Is 3,000 words enough?"
Jiang Si's eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, slowly widened. What an absolutely stunning husband!
They're so easy to talk to!
Oh dear!
Suddenly I don't want a divorce anymore.
You have to win him over.
My heart is fluttering!
He is absolutely the perfect husband!
A loyal wolfhound!
"Not enough?" Agares saw her mouth slightly open, wearing sunglasses and standing in front of him with her head held high, looking exactly like she was asking for a kiss. His throat moved slightly, and he opened his mouth again, his voice low and husky, asking, "3,000 words are not enough, is 5,000 words enough?"
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