[Quick Transmigration] A cookie for you

"Yiti, you made the mecha so cute, do you want to let cute people control it in the future?"

"..." Yan Yiti suddenly thought of Marshal Iger, whose ears would turn red when he was shy.cute?It's really cute.

It's just that no one else knows how cute he is.

"Yiti? Yiti!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? I should ask you this question. Why are you so often in a daze recently? Is your heart sprouting? Ah! By the way, speaking of this, I haven't asked you yet. What's the matter? Don't you hate it? Why did you go up to offer flowers? And, and..."

"What else?"

"And said so many misleading things to the marshal. You know they are all passing it behind their backs..."

"Pass what?" Yan Yiti asked absent-mindedly while continuing to draw its design drawings without stopping.

The design drawing head of a thing is not only as simple as the appearance, it also includes the appearance and internal structure of each part.In this way, at least Yan Yiti would have to stay up all night.It takes a month to paint.Because it must have at least 500 sheets.

"They said that you had the guts of a leopard to moles Lord Marshal in front of the whole school. They all guessed that you would be dead. Lord Marshal will tell His Majesty the emperor to cancel the engagement and have to do it. And you?"

"Oh? Kill me? They are so boring, even if the marshal really kills me, it's none of their business." Yan Yiti said while thinking to herself that people in this world are really pure.If this was in their world, everyone would understand what it meant to "get over him".He really hoped that the marshal of his family would rush forward and "finish him".

Speaking of which, he and Iger haven't seen each other since the last time the Yan family said goodbye.He is busy with final exams at school, but where is Iger?Not to mention.The soul of a dignified military department, how can there be idle time?

So do you want to go see him?Can I get in?

"Yiti! What are you thinking about?"

"Think of your idol, Marshal Iger."

"What did you say? Yiti, what is going on between you and Marshal Iger?"

"You asked this question just now. But since you want to know, it doesn't matter if I tell you."

"Ooc warning! Ooc warning! Yan Yiti will not take the initiative to tell outsiders about his and Iger's marriage, even if that person is his good friend."

"...That's okay too? System, are you too idle to do anything? Can you tell me why Yan Yiti can't tell others about her wedding date?"

"Because it can't have the effect of slapping the face."

"Slap in the face? Why should I slap in the face?"

"Because Yan Yiti in the original world likes to look at the faces of people who don't like him. So the wedding date should be announced by your fiancé, Marshal Iger. But don't worry Yanyan, Marshal Iger will accept an interview in the afternoon, and he will personally announce the date of the marriage. Make your wedding date public."

"Interview?"

"Yes. In fact, this interview was originally... well, you can watch it with your classmates when the time comes."

"..." Yan Yiti was hesitant to talk about the system, and she was no longer surprised by it.So he didn't care about it, but said to Xiao Nan, "Forget it, you can go to the Imperial News by yourself in the afternoon, there will be the answer you want to know." After finishing speaking, he kicked out Xiao Nan who was screaming , Then he hid in the dormitory and concentrated on drawing his design drawings.

Besides, Marshal Iger was sitting in the office of the military department, looking at the documents in his hand, but he was in a state of absent-mindedness, and he didn't know where his thoughts had gone.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about one person, and that is the eldest son of the Yan family, Yan Yiti.

He thought, how could the empire have such lovely people?It is a collection of all his imagination of beautiful things.I really want to take him home immediately to raise him, close the door, and not let others see.

"Master Marshal, you can go now."

"Huh?" Iger looked up from the file, with a rare hint of confusion in his eyes.

When the deputy general saw it, he had a bad guess in his heart, and he asked tremblingly, "You...you mustn't have forgotten that there will be a meeting held by His Majesty the Emperor in person in 10 minutes, right?"

"Ah."

"..." The lieutenant went crazy, "Mm" means forgetting, or remembering! ! ! !

Iger hid his embarrassment well, and he started to organize the documents on the table, then gathered them into a pile and put them aside.Then stood up, "Let's go."

However, since he hadn't eaten for such a long time, when he stood up, there was a sudden jerk in his stomach, causing him to bend over.Although he straightened up quickly, he still looked at the lieutenant in front of him vigilantly, seeing that he was lowering his head and not noticing himself, he was finally relieved.

"Let's go."

"My lord, your complexion is not good, should you eat something before leaving. There is still a little time, how about..."

"..." Iger glared at him, "Talky." Then he stepped up and walked outside first, and then he heard his capable officer say narrowly behind him, "That's a love meal made by my wife, you Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

"What madam?" Iger stopped immediately when he heard these two words.He felt his heart start to pound, and his cheeks felt hot.

"It's Mr. Yan! Mr. Yan not only made a love meal, but even small snacks. It's just that he said that you have a bad stomach and can't eat hard things, so those biscuits are all cheaper than the gangsters outside. One by one Everyone said it was delicious."

"..." Iger suddenly became angry. He turned around, looked at the lieutenant intently, and asked word by word, "Who said I have a bad stomach?"

"Mr. Yan said that. Besides, we also know about your bad stomach."

"Bring it."

"what?"

"Bring the biscuits."

"Cake..." The lieutenant almost drowned in his own saliva.At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was, "It's over, those little monkeys outside, it's probably over, Marshal, they will take revenge soon."

"That... my lord, because it's so delicious, so... all the biscuits have been eaten."

After saying that sentence, the deputy general keenly felt that the temperature in this office dropped a lot.Then he cautiously raised his head to look at the face of the Marshal, tsk, it was more gloomy than usual.

He knew one thing, the Marshal was definitely angry.

"The order goes on, all the soldiers who have eaten the biscuits will run 20 laps around the training ground, and they will not be allowed to eat until the end of the run."