Griffin's Son-in-law

"Okay, see you in the afternoon."

Lu Ming also waved his hand, but he was talking to the pair of big breasts.

JS9 stayed in the classroom, didn't go out to eat, and seemed to be still sorting out his notes, but after Lu Ming left the classroom, he saw Form 97 immediately.

She was standing at the door of the opposite room, secretly looking in through the fence on the top of the door. Lu Ming stood behind her and couldn't help but patted her.

"What are you doing?"

"babble!!!"

Type 97 trembled, as if he had been taken aback by him. When she turned around and saw that it was Lu Ming, she breathed a sigh of relief:

"What, it's Commander, don't scare me, Commander, you idiot!"

Lu Ming scratched his head, this 'idiot' reminded him of WA2000, they also called him an idiot, but there was still a big difference between the two, the 97 way of speaking was more childlike.

So he looked at the little kid who was peeping at himself and the 95-style room, and asked her:

"What are you doing here?"

"Shh!"

Who knew that Type 97 would suddenly silence him, and then tell him:

"Keep your voice down. I'm checking to see if my sister is in the room. My lunch is still in her hands."

"lunch?"

Lu Ming was taken aback. He didn't expect that there was another guy like him who hadn't had lunch.

However, it's strange that her lunch is in the hands of Type 95. Generally, the meals in the detention area are put at the door of each person's door. How did she get to Type 95?

Thinking of this, Lu Ming asked her suspiciously:

"You won't... sneak out to play at noon, forget to eat lunch, and come back to find that the lunch was taken away by your sister?"

Just after Lu Ming finished speaking, Form 97 was taken aback:

"Wow, Commander, are you a genius! Can you guess this!"

"……All right."

Lu Ming raised his forehead, looked at the surprised 97-style, and thought that her personality was indeed similar to that of a noisy child.

"Are you hungry?"

Lu Ming asked her, and then saw the surprised face of the 97-style, and immediately filled with grievances.

She clutched her deflated stomach and said to Lu Ming:

"I'm going to starve to death, Commander, you go and take care of my sister, let her give me the food, but don't talk about me, okay?"

Type 97 tugged on his sleeve pleadingly. Hearing this, Lu Ming immediately said:

"Although I really want to help you, I can't control your sister, because... I am not the commander of your team, what should I do? It's such a pity, if I were the commander of your team, it wouldn't be all right. It is a matter of one sentence, but I am not, you say, what should I do?"

Lu Ming frantically hinted at Type 97, but Type 97 looked at him, blinked, then patted him and said:

"Oh, Commander, what are you talking about? Regardless of whether you are our Commander or not, my sister respects you very much. She will definitely listen to what you say."

In short, the 97 style just avoided the main points in Lu Ming's words, and pushed him to say:

"Go, go, trust me, she will definitely listen!"

Lu Ming was pushed to the door by Type 97, looked at Type 97, and remained silent.

She definitely understood what she said just now, the 97-style behavior is like a child, but she is not, and her mental cloud map is not broken, she definitely understands what she means.

Unfortunately, she avoided it.

Thinking about it too, Type 97 probably didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned that just now, even if she ignored it, it is understandable.

Lu Ming thought about it, and felt that what he said directly might still be rejected, so he made a proposal:

"Well, I can help you if I'm busy, but when I come out later, how about you promise me a request?"

"Request? What request?!"

Hearing what Lu Ming said, Type 97 covered his butt vigilantly.

I saw a well on Lu Ming's forehead:

"I didn't mean to touch your ass!"

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"Just kidding, Commander."

Seeing that Lu Ming was made angry by her, Form 97 just laughed and told him:

"You want to hug me again, don't you? I know, I know. I'll give you a hug when I get back. Bring me my lunch first, okay?"

"Can I hug you casually? Obviously you were so reluctant before?"

Lu Ming was surprised. Hearing the meaning of Type 97, after the first time, the second and third times became so easy, and he even took the initiative to give him a hug as a condition.

That would be troublesome, Lu Ming also thought that if she didn't want to be hugged by him in the future, he would use this to lure her, and change her to call him a commander, the kind that can command them to fight.

But fortunately, the Type 97 over there quickly said to him a little aggrieved:

"I don't want to, but I can't help it, I'm hungry..."

Form 97 still clutched his stomach and told him:

"I got up late in the morning and didn't have a meal, and my sister took away the lunch at noon. I'm really going to starve to death!"

Well, this guy is really exactly like him, and he hasn't eaten anything today.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to be so wronged."

Seeing her reluctance, Lu Ming took the opportunity to propose:

"If you don't like it, I won't hug you."

"Really?"

Type 97 looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't quite believe it.

Lu Ming nodded of course:

"Of course, but I need your help with something else."

"What, what's busy?!"

Type 97 subconsciously wanted to cover her buttocks again, but when she saw Lu Ming's gradually darkening face, she smiled slightly, put her hands back on her stomach, and told him:

"But...you can, but it can't be too much of a request?"

Too much?Is it too much to be your commander?

Lu Ming didn't know either, but he decided to take out the rice for her first, and when the deal was established, she couldn't deny it even if she wanted to.

"it is good."

Lu Ming nodded and pushed the door into the room. The moment the room was opened, the figure of Form 95 was revealed. Although it was only a back view, Form 97 immediately shivered in fright and shrank behind the wall, not daring to show up.

Lu Ming walked in alone, looked at Type 95, and found that she was sitting on the table reading something, and there were two packs of rations beside her, one for him and the other, which should be Type 97.

Well, although Lu Ming had already guessed that there would be no delicious food for prison meals, he really didn't expect it to be compressed rations on the battlefield.

When he walked over, Type 95 put down his book and looked back at him, then said:

"You're back, Commander. It's not a good habit not to eat on time. This is your lunch. Remember to come back earlier next time."

Type 95 handed him his share of rations, and even lectured him a few words. Sure enough, Type 97 said that she nagging was not unreasonable, and she did the same to the commander. of.

Lu Ming nodded, and took away his share of rations, but looking at the remaining share, which is the share that Type 97 asked him to take out, he didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, in the 95th style, he looked over there, took the initiative to pick up the ration, and handed it to Lu Ming:

"To you."

"Uh……"

Lu Ming picked it up, but he didn't know what Type 95 meant.

"Type 97, please?"

It seems that she has heard the private communication between the two outside the door, and said softly:

"I hope that she can get it by herself, my worry-free sister..."

Type 95 shook his head helplessly, and Lu Ming couldn't help persuading him:

"Don't always talk about her. She also has her own independent ability. She always takes care of her. She dare not see you now."

"That's it!"

Lu Ming saw a swaying ponytail in the corner, and heard the muttering of Type 97 hiding outside the door.

Seeing Type 95, he could only sigh slightly, looked at Lu Ming helplessly, and said to him:

"She seems to like staying with you very much recently. If that's the case, please help me take care of her."

"no problem."

Lu Ming nodded, looking at the gentle and pleasant 95 style sitting at the table, he couldn't help saying to her:

"Your sister is my sister, leave it to me, I will treat our sister well."

He is about to become a family with the 95-style.

Hearing this, Form 95 also laughed:

"The commander really treats us like family, I thank you here in advance."

Form 95 bowed slightly to him, a bit trying to disassociate himself from him.

Lu Ming waved his hand very unhappy, came out of the room, and handed the ration behind the wall:

"Here, your lunch."

"Thank you Commander, I knew Commander was the best!"

After Type 97 took the ration, she stuffed it into her mouth until her cheeks swelled up. She chewed and swallowed a piece of ration just like that, leaving some crumbs on her mouth.