It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

Early in the morning, loud laughter erupted in the high-end restaurant dedicated to officers.

The red-haired major smiled so hard against his forehead against the table.

It's been a lot more fun since this little guy came.

Robin, who couldn't laugh, thought so, lying on the table without a picture, squinting at the little guy who had provided him with too many jokes in these days.

"You can do it."

He grinned.

"At most I exercised at five times the gravity, up to six times, ten times the gravity. So far I have seen a perverted BoSS ... Well, no, I mean, I have seen BoSS Mighty can move freely under ten times gravity. "

He squinted and said, "Just your small body, you dare to come up to ten times, oh ha ha ha ha-can't kill you-"

With that said, he couldn't stop laughing again.

It was said that yesterday he had something to look for BoSS, but he was hit by a scene that scared him to turn around and run away, for fear of disturbing his family ’s interest in BoSS later, BoSS kicked him out.

Anyway, he was not in a hurry to find BoSS. He just wanted to hone BoSS and upgrade him the attack weapon equipment of his Majesty's fleet.

Back in the room, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep for most of the night. Since following BoSS, he has only been able to see the cold abstinence of BoSS. How can he not see the fireworks on earth? Toss that little guy up-eh.

So, the private major thinking that his BoSS gossip hadn't slept for hours at all. He woke up in the morning and yawned for breakfast.

As soon as he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Mute, who had just ordered bread, and suddenly his eyes widened with an inexplicable expression, his face was incredible.

"You can still get up?"

He glanced down at the little guy with incredibly subtle eyes.

A word from Robin, a look, immediately angry Mute with smoke.

He didn't even care about the hot bread that had just arrived, and quickly explained the misunderstanding yesterday, and then said that it would be well-known to everyone.

If this guy spreads the story, he's really over.

I heard that I had misunderstood it, and I was a little sorry that Major Robin, who was afraid of the chaos in the world, pouted.

I was planning to have a meal today and I would like to spread the BoSS gossip with them, but now I do n’t have any fun. It ’s really boring.

However, this little regret, when he heard that Mute said that he was lying down by ten times gravity, he was thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun instantly, and Robin opened his mouth and laughed.

The little guy is OK.

His Majesty's elites usually exercise in the state of triple gravity, a better quadruple gravity, and he is only five times, and they are gradually practiced step by step, such as double, double, and triple.

Unexpectedly, this little arm and calf actually drove ten times gravity.

It's no wonder that you don't die.

Really ignorant are fearless.

The teenager, who knew he was out, said that he didn't want to ignore the red-haired major who laughed beside him.

He just felt that instead of being seen by this major who knew that there was no door on his mouth, he was told that he was lying down by the Major General. He would rather be known to everyone because he was lying down by ten times the gravity.

He held his breath, took out the red fruit jam boiled yesterday, wiped it on the dull bread, bite it down, and cleared a big loaf in a few mouthfuls.

Turning grief and appetite into appetite—

But this is also because the jamed bread is delicious.

The red-haired major was still laughing here, not even taking care of eating, and suddenly a sweet and sour fragrance drifted over.

Robbin sniffed, only feeling fragrant and sweet.

Look again, the look of the bread in the boy's hand is excellent. Roasted into a golden golden yellow, crispy on the outside, fluffy and soft on the inside, and feels great at the entrance.

But that's just the appetite.

I don't know how many times Robin has eaten, but it is clear that no matter how good-looking the bread made by Zhinao, the bite is dry and tasteless.

At this moment, the golden bread in the little guy's hand was smeared with something that I didn't know what it was. The color was red and bright, like the delicate red fruit dripping, and the crispy yellow bread skin was beautiful.

The thick, sweet scent drifted over and made Robin feel hungry.

As soon as his eyes turned, his gaze fell on the glass jar of red jam on the table.

"what is this?"

Pointing at the jam, he said, with an undisguised expression on his face.

Mute did not give him directly, not stingy.

"The sugar is very heavy, which is bad for the body."

He reminded Robin first.

After all, Robin is different from him who intends to transfer to civilian office. Robin is a professional soldier. It is said that he belongs to the elite squad, so he must maintain a strong body and muscles.

"It's okay, today's training is changed to six times gravity."

The red-haired major said with a grin, as he politely reached out and took the bottle of jam, and took a layer of bread over it.

With a bite, Robin's eyes lit up instantly.

The crispy crust on the inside and the soft bread on the inside, sip with sweet taste.

Crunchy, sweet, with a bit of sourness, it just neutralizes the sweetness so that people don't feel too tired, and also accelerates the secretion of saliva in the mouth.

After biting it, he just felt sweet, and he ate the jam-coated bread in a few mouthfuls, and licked the jam left on his fingers with dissatisfaction.

"You made it?"

Robin asked.

He is quite clear about the fact that his BoSS has no desire to speak, so no one will feed BoSS so boringly.

"Teached by my grandfather."

"Unfortunately it's too sweet."

The red-haired major pouted.

"..."

Mute hesitated and said.

"Some sweet ones too."

He should be able to get hot meat sauce and the like.

"I can get it for you, but ..."

He leaned over and stared at Robin.

"You have to promise me that I will never tell you yesterday."

Although the two evils are the least important, it would be better if he could not spread the news that he was pressed down by ten times gravity.

"no problem!"

Robin grinned and stretched out Mute's shoulders.

"My mouth is the tightest, you can rest assured."

He said so, completely forgetting that he was planning to spread the BoSS gossip today.

He carried Mute's shoulders, and Mute's head was head to head. He looked like a brother.

"So don't forget, give me tomorrow--"

Before the words were finished, the metal automatic door hinge of the restaurant opened, and the cold young major general appeared at the door.

"Ah, BoSS."

Robin shouted instinctively.

As soon as he shouted, he saw his BoSS glance at him.

The slender danfeng eyes seemed to be a casual glance, an understatement, and could not see any emotion.

But Robin inexplicably felt that his right hand was stinging like a needle, so he was instinctual, almost moving faster than his thinking. He shook his hand on Mute's shoulder and shrank back .

The black-haired major general stepped forward, and of course sat down in the seat beside the two.

Slim legs crossed, and he leaned back against the back of the chair.

A round silver-white metal plate flew over almost at the instant he sat down, hovering within the reach of Troll's side. On the end plate is a cup of light cyan tea, which exudes heat and emits a light fragrance.

"what's up?"

He took a sip of tea and asked lightly.

Mute was still scrambling for bread, and Robin had reflected it.

BoSS is asking himself what happened to him last night?

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Major Redhead immediately came to a spirit.

"BoSS, you see that our equipment is outdated. Would you like a better puppet?"

He happily stepped forward and said.

"The annihilation fleet was last changed for less than a year."

Troll said, taking a look at the bottle of jam on the table.

Then, the slender danfeng eyes narrowed slightly glanced at Mute who buried her head in the jam-coated bread.

Major-General began to wonder if he should take away the remaining half of the jam, just like the half-cut steak that was taken yesterday.

"But, BoSS, you don't know how fast weapons are being replaced now-what's only been a year-have it been more than a year? Are we all out of date? Look at the new equipment of the Verrier fleet last time. How much trouble does the jump-disturb stance instrument add to us? It needs to be equipped with anti-jamming devices. Also, the capacity of our fleet ’s shield booster is too small, it needs to be increased, and more importantly, the rail gun on the ship The power is insufficient, and the caliber needs to be increased. It is said that the Phil Institute has also developed a cannon that increases the range. We cannot fall behind-"

When talking about the fleet's equipment, Robbin rushed, and just wished that all the best things were piled on his team.

Regardless of the fight, regardless of logistics, he naturally didn't know that the horrific cost of destroying the fleet's equipment a year ago was enough to tarnish Lieutenant Colonel Via for a week.

You scumbag who refuses to return as long as you don't hit all the bombs! Do you know that what you consume in one strike is a frigate!

If Via were here now, she would have roared at Robin like this.

Well, I do n’t understand.

The teenager, who knew nothing about what Robin was saying, said it was none of my business, and I continued to bury my bread.

In the face of Robin's brainwashing thoughts, the major general with black hair sat firmly and stood still.

He took another sip of hot tea.

"Speak to Via."

He said that the fine, lacquered black hair fell on the corners of his narrow eyes, looking cold and indifferent.

In a word, Robin, who was just like chicken blood, was instantly dumb.

It was because knowing that Via's stingy guy would definitely not agree with him, so he wanted to come to BoSS. As long as BoSS agreed, Via would obey the order even if he was unhappy.

Robin was still slandering Viagra in his stomach, saying that everyone was here, and a transparent light curtain suddenly popped up in front of everyone.

Colonel Qingfa's face followed in the light curtain.

"Major Major General, Ishtar is about to arrive at the Mia Star Domain."

The black major general hummed and stood up.

He turned around and took a few steps before stopping again.

"Follow."

He glanced at the boy standing still and said.

"Ah? I'm not waiting to go to the history research department ..."

The thought of going to see the old scholars seriously study Xiao Huangben, and his stomach full of vomiting can only help him, and Mitterton felt tired and unloved.

"No need today."

Troll said, simple and clear.

"Follow me."

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The silver-blue Ishtar ship was slowly sailing through the cosmic starry sky, and the spiral propellers slowly rotated, occasionally colliding with the meteorite fragments in the universe to wipe out the sparks, spreading the light spots. .

It is like a huge silver fish swimming leisurely in the sea of ​​stars, drawing a touch of silver blue in the dark starry sky.

Admiral Troll's fleet has sailed into the Mia Galaxy.

This Mia galaxy, which has been under the control of the noble family of Miya for generations, is a major force in the current empire. The old Marquis of Mia occupies a pivotal position in the empire.

With the flagship sailing of Ishtar, the core planet of the Mia galaxy, which is also the planet that this family has inhabited, Mia Star is already in sight.

Standing on the front desk, looking at Mia Star, which was gradually enlarged in front of him, the boy opened his eyes wide, revealing a look of wonder.

The Mia star is known as one of the most beautiful planets in the empire.

At any time, its body is covered with two thin long yarns, just like the feathers of a heavenly girl, flying up, spreading wavy arcs in the starry sky, winding softly and lightly around the planet.

Those two tulle-like feathers danced around the planet as if being blown by the wind, changing the magnificent brilliance, letting the pale yellow sphere appear in the tulle, half-covered, giving a kind of Hazy and unreal beauty.

"This planet is so beautiful."

Mute looked at the planet half hidden in the flying tulle without blinking, and could not help but sigh.

He was always with Troll, and the admiration he heard was naturally heard by Troll.

The young major general glanced at the little guy beside him, and saw the dark pupils staring at Mia Xing, showing his admiration.

Does it look good?

He thought, looking up at the pale yellow planet that seemed to be covered with tulle.

The blue planet that quietly revolves in the dark universe emerges in his mind, the blueness that seems to enter the deepest part of the human heart, the soft and peaceful blue.

"your……"

Your planet looks better.

Major-General wants to say so.

But he just spoke two words, and he suddenly realized that it was under the public, and that this child's mental picture had the image of the earth, which was not suitable for too many people to know.

Therefore, he omitted the word earth.

"... looks better."

As soon as Major General Troll's words came to an end, the whole hall was silent for a moment.

The entire space seemed to freeze at this instant, and almost everyone who heard this sentence froze on the spot.

Several female soldiers held their faces subconsciously, blushing and beating.

The tragic young man twitched the corner of his mouth and sang the major general around him, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Major-General, I know what you want to say.

I know you want to say that the earth in my memory looks better-are you earth-controlled?

I also know that you omitted the word earth to keep it secret from others.

but--

Major General, do you really know the consequences of omitting these two words?

Hmm, the consequence of omitting the word "earth" in Major General is-

The sentence everyone heard was--

[You look better. 】

Oops, I didn't expect that the major general, who was so cool and cold all day long, didn't have any expression.

The female soldiers who blushed, red-eared, and red-eared were thinking about their cheeks that were slightly hot, unconsciously.

…………

The tired and unloved teenager said that he didn't want to talk to Major General and only wanted to throw a blind eye on Major General.