spaceflight manual

Chapter 182 Morning Assault
The next day, Wang Pingan woke up, looked at the strange ceiling, and tried to recall what he had done last night.

It seems that I drank with my father to the end... What happened to the end?

He turned his head and looked around, and found that there was a small bed next to his big bed, on which Angeli and Irene slept.

Wang Pingan looked down at his empty double bed.

It is said that when he was just old enough to sleep in separate beds with his parents, Wang Dazhu said that after adding a single bed, he would change it to a double bed, so why not just get a double bed, so Wang Pingan slept in a wide double bed all the way until he graduated from high school.

When he first arrived at the military academy, he was not used to facing single beds.

Wang Ping turned over and sat up, only to realize that he had changed into pajamas at some point—wait a minute, he didn’t have any special pajamas at all, and usually used the physical training suits issued by the Space Force as pajamas. What happened to the pajamas with the pattern of Yongle Tongbao?

If this was 80 years earlier, wearing this dress would have been dragged to parade the streets by the local owner Lao Cai.

Wang Pingan thought for a while, and felt that this dress was quite in line with his father Wang Dazhu's aesthetics. It must be his pajamas.

After solving this question, Wang Ping'an looked at Angeli.

In the army, Angeli always woke up with Wang Ping'an and never slept in—the army couldn't sleep in either.Even on the cargo spacecraft, the schedule of the two is consistent, because the spacecraft computer will solve most of the problems, and no one needs to be on duty overnight.

After all, it is a spaceship that can be flown by a single person, and it is mainly for the pilot's mental health to equip two people.If two people are always sleeping and the other is on duty, it is meaningless to configure a double.

Now, it was the first holiday that Wang Pingan and Angeli spent together, and it was also the first time Wang Pingan saw Angeli's sleeping position.

In the Space Force, they both had their own sleeping pods, and every time Angeli came out of the pod, she changed into a military uniform.

Now, Angeli was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, sleeping sideways on a small raised bed, and her cheeks were slightly deformed due to extrusion—but Wang Pingan didn't pay much attention to this, his attention was all attracted by another deformed part.

Wang Ping'an touched his chin, as if there was a beard there, and he couldn't help but recall the feeling when he shamelessly buried his face in it.

Ah, I really want to bury it again.

No, it can't be so vulgar, let's just look at the girl's face.

Wang Pingan thought so, but his eyes were out of control, so he had to do something else to focus on his face.

He quietly opened the desk drawer based on his memory, and he found that there were still pens in it that he hadn't used up in high school.

He took an oil-based pen at first, thought about it and put it back, and changed to a water-based pen.

He pulled out the cap of the pen, made a bang, and tried it on his palm to confirm that water still came out.

At this moment, Angeli opened her eyes.

Wang Ping'an was embarrassed.

Angeli: "Lieutenant Wang Ping'an, what are you doing?"

Wang Pingan: "I want to write a line of fortune on your forehead."

Angeli: "So honest?"

"Yeah, I haven't written this, and this pen has been useless for more than ten years, and it has been out of water for a long time." Wang Pingan put the cap back on the pen silently.

Angorie sighed and sat up on the bed.

Wang Pingan stared straight at it, and said, "Is that thing so liquid? I didn't think so before."

"In the past, there was an external support structure, but now there is no." Angeli said angrily.

Wang Pingan held his chin: "If you can't maintain this level of shape, your connective tissue must be very dense. In the films I watched, many of this size lost the external support and became two plastic bags filled with water."

Angeli: "I'm only 23, 30-year-old comrade Wang Ping'an."

Wang Pingan: "You mean that when you are 30, you will become like a bottle of water..."

"A girl's youth has a shelf life, isn't that strange?" Angeli said as she began to change her clothes.

Wang Pingan: "Wait a minute, I'm still here."

Angeli: "I helped you change your pajamas yesterday, so it's evened out, so you won't have to talk about it all the time in the future."

Wang Ping was shocked: "You changed it?"

"Otherwise? Your mother—your father's wife can't lift you at all, so I have to change it."

Wang Pingan: "Then I still have another one, right? Can't I change all of them?"

"That's not true, but I have one too. This way we are equal, and you don't have to go to the Women's Federation to complain. You should turn around. Just before you turned around, I saw your pupils dilated. Don't act like you ah."

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it! My pupils dilated because I was surprised, but I didn't see it at all."

Suddenly Wang Ping'an's mobile phone stood up on the table with its own stand.

"Do you want me to record it?"

Wang Pingan hesitated for a moment, but the moment was over soon: "No! You put away the stand and lie on the table, it's better to turn the camera upside down."

The mobile phone puts away the bracket, but it still has to say: "My two cameras have the same pixels."

Angeli smiled and said, "Why does your phone look more and more like you?"

Just as Wang Ping'an was about to answer, he heard the girl's wicked tone: "Ah, I found out that there is a full-length mirror, good guy, so you're thinking about it."

"Piercing mirror...I'm a fool!" Wang Ping'an looked up at the sky.

At this time, he had actually recovered from the initial shock state, so he looked at the sky and said, "Wait a minute, let me think about it carefully, are you harassing me? You are also a hooligan!"

The mobile phone on the desktop: "Theoretically speaking, sex crimes are committed equally by men and women, but in practice, no matter whether it is the police, military police or inspectors, there will be obvious tendencies."

Wang Pingan: "I didn't ask you!"

Angeli: "I thought you would report their tendencies to the Women's Federation."

Wang Pingan: "Have you changed it? I'm very tired looking up."

"Keep carrying it." Angeli patted Wang Ping'an's back lightly, "I have to decide what to wear today. After all, it's a holiday, so I don't need to wear a military uniform. I have to choose carefully."

Wang Pingan: "Then what the hell, you should install the external support first."

Angeli: "This is also a choice. As a partner, you come to the staff, should I wear the same style as below, or use matching to create a different feeling?"

Wang Pingan: "I know this. If you have the same style, it means that I will be forced to push."

"No such thing. Let me change a few and you can choose."

Wang Pingan: "No, I choose? Is there a mistake!"

"This kind of opinion needs a man's opinion. If girls choose by themselves, I'm afraid they will go in a comfortable direction."

"That's comfortable!"

(End of this chapter)