Brilliant Time [Interstellar]

Gary didn't hesitate for long. He thought of the situation when he woke up in the morning and saw the marshal sleeping on the floor, and he felt a little sorry for no reason.He reached out and tugged the Marshal's sleeve.

"Come up."

He moved neatly into the bed, leaving half of the space for the Marshal.Fortunately, when Xia Zuo arranged the house, he arranged a big bed for each guest room, even if two people sleep at the same time, it doesn't look crowded at all, and no one can touch anyone.

"... There should be a spare quilt in the cabinet. Get it yourself."

Hebrew was slightly taken aback, but felt flattered and embarrassed. "I'll just make a floor shop!"

"Either come up, or go out." Gary didn't have the energy to pay attention to him, and waved to Bi Fang. "come over."

He asked Bi Fangmiao, who was still in an animal state, to lie down in the middle, and casually touched it: "Don't move around at night, don't make noise. Otherwise, your pronunciation system will be turned off."

Bi Fang felt that the words meant something, probably to someone.Looking at His Majesty's expression again, Gary has already turned sideways, with his back facing it.

Bi Fang turned to look at his master, and said solemnly, "Did you hear that? Come up, don't move around at night, don't make noise. Otherwise, hum..."

Hebrew hesitated for a moment, then quietly went to the side and turned the quilt out.Lie down on the side obediently.

Gary didn't really mind sharing a bed with someone else.In his previous field work experience, sometimes the conditions in the temporary resident were limited, and several people lived in the same room. Although the comfort level was not that good, he was not too provocative, nor could he be unbearable.

It's just that his senses are sensitive, and he never sleeps too soundly in such a messy environment.

But today is an exception. Under the influence of the inducer, His Majesty's physical condition is different from usual. The realistic illusion just now consumed him a lot of energy, and there is another alpha breath in the air, which makes him feel kind of Inexplicably relieved, I slept until dawn without having any dreams.

When Gary woke up, he even found that he had rolled in a big circle on the bed, from the inside of the bed to the outside of the bed—the position of the marshal last night.And the pillow he held in his arms and rubbed against his face obviously belonged to another temporary owner.During the first short period of time when he was not fully awake, he felt that the lemon fragrance of the detergent mixed with the marshal's faint pheromone smell was quite pleasant.

Of course, when he reacted to his actions, he was at a loss for a while.

Fortunately, there is no one else in the room except him, and Bi Fang, who likes to talk most, is not there.

The door was open, and the scent of hot milk permeated the air vaguely. He could hear the noise from the kitchen downstairs, and the sound of Bi Fang flying around in the living room while humming.

Gary can't say what it's like, but waking up to someone making you breakfast isn't always that annoying.

He sat in a daze for a while, changed his clothes, and then went down slowly.

Yesterday's simple magnetic field barrier probably played the role Gary needed. At least during the whole day, except for a few communication requests, no one came to disturb him.Gary also fulfilled Bi Fang's promise and replaced it with a few parts with better materials after recovering a little.

There was still some low-grade fever at night, but after the body gradually adapted to hallucinations, it did not appear again. Apart from some kind of persistent physical discomfort, the inducer seemed to have no other effects.

In this way, there are people serving three meals a day, maintaining the mech during the day, and stopping to chat with the marshal when tired, or watching a movie together under the hood at the invitation of Bi Fang.To be honest, he and the marshal are quite close in many points of view. As long as there is no Bi Fang messing around, he always wants to mention the matter of letting the marshal be the father of the child with the emperor in private. I feel that the words are not speculative.

It's so boring, there are things to do, tired, someone to chat with, and Bi Fangbai to play. After a few days, Gary really feels a little bit of leisure and vacation.

It's a pity that the things that need to worry him don't die down just because he feels like he's on vacation.

After lunch that day, Bazel paid a visit. He brought the inducer with a readjusted dosage ratio, and also needed a routine check on His Majesty's physical condition.

Dr. Bazel had a miserable and haggard face. The real person didn't look much better than the communication projection, and he was full of thoughts.

Gary made a silent gesture before he could speak.With the experience of last time, Bi Fang, who was huddled in a ball and ready to eavesdrop, was quickly picked up from behind the curtain.

Bi Fang was stubborn and obstinate in some respects, and he was very brazen, even if His Majesty threatened to shut down its pronunciation system, it would not work.

After realizing that it was useless, Gary stopped talking about it, and directly released the sky: "You go to the underground training room, you can either have a chat, or let the sky accompany you to experiment with the newly adjusted ballistic avoidance system?" After seeing Bi Fang being cute and playing tricks, I also feel that my sky is too silent to be like a smart mecha. When I make adjustments to Bi Fang these days, I also maintain it and try to talk to it more.But each high-end smart cover has its own personality, and the sky is the one that is particularly calm and restrained.

Gary's words could still get an affirmative or negative answer, while Bi Fang's twittering was ignored by the sky, completely destroying His Majesty's idea that you are both advanced intelligent mechs, and chatting must be more compatible.But the sky is very firm in the execution of the order, at least let it go to the training room with Bi Fang now, and it can suppress Bi Fang with force so that there is absolutely no chance to sneak in and eavesdrop.

Only then did Gary signal to Bazel that he could speak directly.

But Bazel seemed a little absent-minded.

He looked left and right for a while, and even upstairs several times, before he asked, "Is that the marshal's mecha brain just now? Where's Marshal? I heard that he also took his annual leave, and he's been here with His Majesty for the past few days." stay..."

The relationship between the two can be regarded as friends in private. The marshal stayed in his private house for a few days because he wanted to maintain the mecha, and Gary didn't think there was anything to cover up.However, Bazel's tone was really weird.

If His Majesty had more emotional experience and more sensitive emotional sensitivity, he would have found that Bazel's tone of voice could be called obscene, as if he was asking if you are living together.

Gary just felt that Bazel's questioning attitude was not very pleasant, but he couldn't say why.He really didn't know how to lose his temper, so he was depressed secretly, but he still said frankly: "He went fishing at the beach and said he would eat seafood at night."

Gary asked casually, "Are you going to stay and have dinner before leaving?"

His attitude was so calm and composed, which made Bazel feel a little confused: "...Is it okay? Ah, no, no, no need! Let's talk about the business."

Bazel took out his miniature brain, and after a crackling knock, the virtual projection quickly displayed a long series of pictures and a personal profile with text in mid-air.The Imperial Marshal is very conspicuously ranked first.

Bazel secretly took a look at His Majesty, and then said quickly, pretending not to look sideways: "Your Majesty, this is the list of suitable candidates compiled according to what you said last time."

Gary: "..." The list is really too long.

After the long list and personal profile, Zhinao started to play short videos.

Gary looked at a young general whom he often saw standing in the camera with his hands and feet stiff, holding a handful of roses in his arms that didn't match his military uniform, smiling awkwardly on his face flushed because of being too excited And stupidity, it is simply unbearable to look directly at...

He opened his mouth to the camera: "Your Majesty, you, you, you, you, me, me, me..."

"..." Gary turned his head to look at Bazel: "...I remember he stuttered, right?"