Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 92 ana ahebak
He was always reckless, indifferent and decisive in his actions, and his aura was daunting, but the commander she saw this morning was different.

Claire was sweating profusely, until Cassius allowed her to stop, she sat down on the treadmill and panted heavily.

After sitting for less than three seconds, she was pulled up by a powerful arm.

There was also a thin layer of sweat on Cassius' body, and the clothes were adsorbed to the skin, outlining a seductive figure.

"Go take a shower." He grabbed her arm and wanted to take her to the bedroom. Claire broke away from his hand in a jerk, "I'll go to my room to wash."

She didn't really want to be in the same bathroom with him, it was dangerous.

When Cassius saw her rushing upstairs, the corners of his lips curled slightly, knowing her reaction well, he held the towel and walked slowly into the bedroom.

When Claire got out of the shower, Martina had already made breakfast, which was the sandwich she learned before. She only learned this, so when she was asked to make breakfast, apart from the necessary fruits and meal replacement pills, it was a sandwich.

Not long after Claire sat down in the restaurant, Cassius came down wearing a black shirt and gray sweatpants. Compared with his usual military uniform, he had a lot of daily life today, and it seemed that he didn't plan to go out in the morning.

"Go to the study after dinner." He pulled out the chair and sat down gracefully opposite her.

Claire looked at him with a confused face, and looked at those peaceful and slender black eyes for a few seconds. She suddenly realized, "Shall we start teaching in the morning? Are you not going out?"

"Well, I won't go out." He calmly picked up the sandwich and put it in his mouth to bite off a piece, staring at her who was drinking milk from the cup.

Claire didn't know if there were flowers on her face or what, Cassius's focused gaze made her uncomfortable, and there were emotions in the black irises that she couldn't identify.

Claire drank the milk quickly, licked the milk stain on her upper lip and stood up, "I'll go to the study first."

The moment she licked her lips, Cassius' eyes darkened.

Today's teaching is not the same as yesterday, she will start from practicing basic everyday language, probably because her pronunciation of single words yesterday was too tortured, Cassius thinks that she can maintain normal communication with people, and she doesn't want to waste too much Time to lay the groundwork.

But Claire thought she couldn't get a single word right, and how bad it would be to get a whole sentence right.

Sitting next to her, Cassius threatened in beautiful English: "Claire, if you make another mistake, the lunch will be cancelled."

Claire shrank her neck, just now she mispronounced three sentences in a row.

She stared at the short sentence he put on the page with his fingertips. She had only heard him read this sentence 5 minutes ago, but the interdental sounds of the animal language were too difficult. Can't read at all.

"Claire." There was a hint of anger in Cassius' tone.

Unfortunately, she read it wrong again. Claire didn't dare to turn her head to meet the oppressive face. She saw a very short word on the end of the page under Cassius' fingertips. I know it, but there are phonetic symbols on it that make it easy to pronounce.

She felt she could still make amends.

"I will do this." She pressed her hand on the word, and pronounced it smoothly, "anaahebak."

Although there is no English translation, Claire is sure that she read it correctly, she immediately turned to look at him, "Right?"

Cassius's face with faint anger was frozen, and his expression suddenly became very strange, just like the way he looked at her, which made people puzzled.

He retracted his fingers and pressed them on the armrest of her chair, and said in an uncertain tone, "What did you say?"

Mispronounced?Claire turned her head to look at the phonetic symbols on that line of words, then turned her head to look at him, and said it again, "Anaahebak, isn't it...?"

That's how I read it.

She huddled in her chair and looked at Cassius with more and more strange eyes, and she began to feel uneasy. She bit her lips and whispered: "Where is there a problem."

Cassius stared at her in silence for a while, then tapped the pages of the book again with his fingertips, and said in an unnatural tone, "No problem, you read well."

For some reason, Claire felt that he was inexplicably gentler, and the anger that was about to be annoyed by her before dissipated completely, and he became as patient as before.

"Continue." Cassius clicked on the pages of the book.

Claire immediately withdrew her gaze from his face and concentrated.

Cassius never got angry again throughout the morning, and even when she mispronounced syllables several times, he would use his aristocratic and melodious accent to correct her over and over again, never saying that she would not be allowed to eat This issue.

At noon, Claire came out of the study to prepare lunch. She felt a little strange along the way, until she posted a translation patch and said ana ahebak herself.

Her footsteps froze immediately, and for countless moments, she wished that her translation patch had malfunctioned, what the hell was that subconscious translation she just made!

"Joan Jones." Claire called stiffly to the robot standing upright in the living room.

"I'm in Clare." He quickly raised his mechanical legs and walked over.

"Anaahebak." She asked him tremblingly, "I love you?"

"Claire, I'm sorry I can't fall in love with you, my program doesn't allow it." Jones bent down, his sharp steel head tilted, "You belong to the commander."

"No, I mean Ana ahebak means I love you, right?" She stared at him with wide eyes, hoping to hear a different answer from his mouth.

"It's animal language, I love you." Jones answered her seriously.

So she just said I love you to Cassius, but she didn't consciously repeat it several times.

Clareton suddenly had the urge to dig a hole in, no wonder he had such a weird expression just now, he hasn't reminded her aloud.

"Claire, your complexion is not very good, do you need me to give you a medical examination?" Jones asked from the side.

"No, no need." She hurried into the kitchen.

Claire tried her best to hypnotize herself. It was just an embarrassment on the way to language learning, and it didn't mean anything. Since Cassius didn't have any special reaction, she should put this embarrassment behind her.

"Martina, please use the optical brain to turn on the camera function. Let's start making lunch. Remember not to take pictures of my face." She rolled up her sleeves and took out a handful of vegetables from the special products of the human race brought back. Need to calm down with cooking.

"Understood." Martina pointed the camera at her hands, from when she washed the leaves with water.

Claire was going to make a simple sautéed vegetable and fry a fish for tomato soup.

(End of this chapter)