Cronus' daily life

The afternoon sun was very strong. The command room was at the west end of the base, and the two desks in the middle of the command room were exposed to sunlight through the window. The command room was not equipped with refrigeration equipment.

His back was hot from the sun, and Suzumiya woke up from the heat. When he opened his eyes, only Team Momoi, who was in charge of communications, was left in the command room.

"Momoi, Captain, where are they going?"

"Ah, Advisor Suzumiya, you are awake. There are monsters appearing in the MU12 area. The captain and the others are all dispatched."

"oh, I see."

Suzumiya rubbed his temples, trying to refresh himself, but he got up violently, but he didn't slow down.

"Did the consultant not sleep well last night?"

"Well, probably."

Returning to his seat, he looked at the base defense plan written by the regiment, and still stayed at the line he saw vaguely,

Depending on how seriously the male god takes work, he can't remain silent. What's wrong with the male god?Not in the state today.

Could it be because of the nightmares I had at night?

Suzumiya sat under the sun and thought for a while, then fell asleep on the table again.

"Sir, sir, wake up!"

When Suzumiya was woken up and everyone came back, Hasegawa quietly pulled his clothes,

Suzumiya looked in the direction Hasegawa was pointing, Tuanzheng was very angry at Fengyuan's leaving his post today and disobeying orders.

"what happened?"

"Sir, Priscilla was released by Uncle Ishihori, and Nisan jumped off McGee 2 privately in order to save people, causing the vice-captain Kuroda of the McGee to be injured by a monster."

"Leo didn't come out today?"

"Before it was too late, Priscilla was called back."

"okay, I get it."

Suzumiya and Hasegawa's whispers did not escape Tuan's eyes, nor did Suzumiya's appearance of not waking up,

Tuan's face was full of disapproval, so Feng Yuan suddenly pointed the finger at Suzumiya while talking,

"Advisor Suzumiya, this afternoon, you openly took a nap in the war room, which seriously damaged the image of the war, and punished you to stay all night tonight."

"Yes, Captain."

Liang Gong had a helpless face, and he could do nothing about Feng Yuan.

fighting room

Ignoring Feng Yuan's repeated remarks about the so-called weakness of monsters, Tuan pointed at Hasegawa with his crutches, signaling him to attack first.

Hasegawa patted Feng Yuan on the shoulder and shook his head lightly. Although Feng Yuan was worried, he took a few steps back to make room for it.

Tuan attacked him with a crutch, but Hasegawa blocked them one by one. Hasegawa's fist also arrived, and when it collided with Tuan's fist, sparks were sparked.

Hasegawa and the regiment joined forces, but they fell short in the end. After a while, Hasegawa was pushed away by the regiment.

"Suzumiya Daisuke's apprentice? Not bad."

The group saw that Hasegawa nodded and gave a pertinent evaluation. There is more or less a shadow of Suzumiya in him.

Then Tuan looked at Feng Yuan, still insisting that Feng Yuan had found the weakness of the monster,

"Come on, hit me on the back."

"Yes"

Seeing Feng Yuan rushing over without even thinking about it, his veins bulged, and he fell down with a cane.

Feng Yuan was astonished.

Looking at his watch, it was almost time to get off work, Tuan pursed his lips, he had already dismissed Suzumiya, he needed to have a private chat with that man.

"Hasegawa, you watch Feng Yuan train, and you are not allowed to rest if you can't train well."

"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed."

The group left on time, leaving Suzumiya alone to extend Erkang's hand.

In the villa, the TV was silently on, playing some boring emotional drama, Mitsuhiko did not turn on the light, and there was a glass of dark red wine on the coffee table, the halo was reflected on the coffee table, and the wine bottle had been thrown on the ground at will.

There was also a laptop on the coffee table, and Mitsuhiko browsed through the huge amount of information quickly.

Hearing the door creak open, Mitsuhiko turned his head, only to see Tuan Yi coming back, and after a little thought, he knew what Tuan had done.

"The person was taken away by you? What do you want to ask me? Tell me."

Mitsuhiko held the handle of the cup and shook the thick liquid inside, which reminded him of blood, scarlet blood.

Sitting down opposite him, Tuan felt that there seemed to be no pressure around him rushing towards him.

"Do you like Daisuke Suzumiya?"

As soon as Tuan said this, his lips felt dry.

"There's a point where it's always comfortable to be with him."

Mitsuhiko raised his glass to him, and the liquid slowly flowed into his mouth, but how could Tuan be satisfied with such a plausible answer.

Tuan stood up with a serious expression on his face,

"You can't play with his feelings,"

"puff!"

Mitsuhiko moistened the floor tiles with a sip of wine, took out a silk scarf and wiped his mouth, crossed his hands together, and got a little more formal.

"What did you say? I didn't understand just now."

"You can't play with Daisuke Suzumiya's feelings, let alone use him to realize your ambitions."

Tuan still had a serious face, but what he said was a bit funny,

"Achievement of ambition?"

Mitsuhiko sneered, selfishness, ambition?Thinking about it, it was really useless on Suzumiya.

Mitsuhiko raised his legs and was very interested in what Tuan knew.

"What do you know? You might as well tell me and let me know how I played with his feelings."

Feeling a little emotional, the group sat down and remained silent for a while.

"He likes you very much, and often talks about your fat and thin by himself."

"He would practice drawing your outline with clouds in the afternoon."

"He'd sometimes sign 'Goddess,'"

"I once asked him why he raised so many monsters to destroy the earth, and he muttered in a low voice,"

"He wants to keep his male god."

"Such an infatuated person, but you want him to invade the earth."

Tuan stared at Mitsuhiko's face, trying to find out the meaning of remorse or emotion,

"I think the male god he's talking about is you."

Mitsuhiko had a complex expression after listening, he scratched his chin, as if pointing,

"Well, after listening to it, I feel that the male god is pretty scumbag, but there is another possibility that his male god doesn't want to admit that he is a male god."

"What do you mean?"

"When did you find out that adults have male gods?"

"He just left for the second day, but he just told me today...you call him your lord?"

"Yes, according to the agreement, I am the master's subordinate. Before the peace of the whole universe, I will be driven by the master. It cannot be the male god you mentioned."

The regiment stood up, turned and went upstairs,

If it is true what this man said, then the series of assumptions he made are not valid, and there is no need for him to talk to this man.

"Hey, have you considered yourself before screening out the male god candidates?"

"My lord came back one night three years ago and ordered me to call you Seventh Master. You are a smart person, can't you guess the reason?"

"Lie to yourself, and then find a righteous reason to refuse, only a fool would do stupid things."

The figure who went upstairs paused, and locked the door with a bang.

Covering his face with a quilt, Tuan's brain was in chaos. Mitsuhiko told him that he was the male god that Suzumiya said he liked.

I just don't know what it means!

Lifting the quilt, he got up and gave himself two slaps. Mashasha's pain temporarily calmed his mind. Tuan took out his personal notes and continued to record the shortcomings he observed.

I love earth food, be friendly to the earth people around me, sleepy, follow me, bandage gently, severe motion sickness,

Tried to hold my hand many times, his bench is very close to my desk, knows what I like to eat,

He likes to stare blankly at me, likes to secretly smile at me, prepares bento for me every day, and knows how to make breakfast.

I often talk about my fatness and thinness, draw my outline over and over again in the afternoon, it is me who is distracted when signing autographs, and it is me who makes monsters and wants to keep them.

What he likes silently has always been me.

Tuan's writing hands trembled more and more, and finally they were close to a straight line.

What am I remembering!

I didn’t know where the pen fell, and the notes fell on the ground. The group’s expression was dull, as if something rolled out of the eye socket, and it was still hot.

one touch, wet,

"Lie to yourself, and then find a righteous reason to refuse, only a fool would do stupid things."

Mitsuhiko's words are still ringing in his ears,

There is some emotion rushing out of my chest, sweet but sour in the bitterness, I will be overwhelmed by that taste,

"Daisuke Suzumiya"

Tuan sat on the ground, murmuring with difficulty,

"If I were a fool,"

"You're an asshole, a complete asshole!"

The drowsy Suzumiya sneezed in the command room, sneezed unconsciously, and was still dreaming of spending time with his wife, don't make trouble.

The next day, when Suzumiya woke up, the team members had already arrived one after another.

"Morning consultant."

"Morning, Qingdao team."

The regiment is the same as usual. After arriving, we will start to sort out today's work.

"Tuan-sang, good morning."

"morning."

Looking at Suzumiya unremarkably, there are still sleep marks on his face, he is full of energy, he slept well last night?

Because Suzumiya hadn't slept all night, Tuan had the urge to hit someone, but when he peeked over, he accelerated the speed of sorting out the files.

Suzumiya stretched his arms and watched vigorously, when a note suddenly floated in front of his eyes, the red cursive writing on it revealed the writer's irritability.

"Don't think I'm black, just take the blame for everything. Before taking the blame, consider your own safety, my lord!"

——Ishihori

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