Alternative Rival

Zhao Qinghuan walked briskly on the tree-lined avenue in the campus, and the general behind her followed silently and solemnly. She suddenly stopped, and the adjutant took a step forward, and was about to ask her what instructions she had, but she continued to walk in the wrong direction. The other departments went straight to the lounge prepared by the school.

The adjutant said in astonishment: "Marshal? Is your inspection over?"

Zhao Qinghuan was also very surprised when he asked, "It's over, didn't I just go to the students' place?"

"Then there are other..."

Zhao Qinghuan waved his hand: "I'm impatient, I'm too lazy to meet people. If I don't go, I'll just go around the school and brush my face. Look at what you can see, and forget what you can't."

"..."

The adjutant suggested: "Then I will go to the Internet to order high-end snacks for the students? Is it inappropriate for you to only give them to the students in the combat command department?"

Zhao Qinghuan said: "You can decide on such trivial matters, and the money will be deducted from my salary this month."

The adjutant reminded her in a low voice: "Your salary for this month has been deducted."

Zhao Qinghuan: "Huh?"

The adjutant leaned over and said in a low voice: "The teaching fees of the three pastry chefs hired this month will cost you half a month's salary, as well as the Maggie's jam imported from the Pleiades, and the Dogul edible flowers shipped by space...etc. Wait, it was all bought by the mansion according to your recipe later."

"Wait," Zhao Qinghuan interrupted him, puzzled, "Isn't these all tributes to me from other descending stars? Why do you want to pay?"

"Didn't you make the tribute ones and feed them to the soldiers in the mansion?"

"Everything you eat will be deducted."

The adjutant said weakly: "I ate too, I have no money."

Zhao Qinghuan patted him on the shoulder kindly, and said generously: "It's okay, for the sake of you and me for many years, I won't deduct you."

"It hurts, it hurts," the adjutant shrank his shoulders, rescued his fragile little shoulders from Zhao Qinghuan's "wolf's claws", and rubbed them, "But the big guy has been with you for many years."

"Just kidding, how can I let you follow me to drink the Northwest Wind. You will send a few emails to those army commanders in my name, saying that the commander is short of money, and let them take care of it."

"Yes." The adjutant led the disaster to the east, and hurriedly followed.

Zhao Qinghuan looked up at the green bell hanging on the willow tree in a corner of the campus, and thought of something, she lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

In the rest room, the adjutant stood guard, all the generals were stopped outside, and went back individually, some returned to their own rest room, and some left Yutian in a flying machine.Zhao Qinghuan contacted Ke Lan through the military information encryption system.

"Ke Lan, I will draw five portraits for you in a moment. You can conduct secret arrests according to the portraits, and don't disturb the students."

Ke Lan respectfully said, "Marshal, have you found anything?"

Because of frowning all the year round, there is actually a shallow line between Zhao Qinghuan's brows, which can't be seen when she smiles, but it becomes more obvious when she pulls her face down. She curled her lips and sneered: "Some people are too reluctant to let me go when they are blatantly following me." It's in my eyes."

"You mean they showed up? Wouldn't the arrest be a warning?"

What Curran said they were K's people.

"No, after all, the chance to kill me is once in a lifetime." Zhao Qinghuan's expression softened a little, "How is Jiang Han's arrangement? Tonight's dinner in the auditorium?"

"Everything is properly arranged. The ratio of the number of officers, politicians, and businessmen who should come has been accurately calculated, and their people will definitely mix in."

Zhao Qinghuan gave an absent-minded "Yeah", and Ke Lan asked, "Anything else to order?"

"No, you go and prepare."

"Marshal..." Ke Lan hesitated to speak in the communication.

"Ok?"

"After this dinner, my brothers and I would like to invite you to a private dinner."

"Who are there?"

"They're all brothers from my family. They were always running behind you. The last time Sanpangpang came to me and said that he hadn't seen you for many years and missed you very much. The big guy is not young anymore, maybe someday he will disappear." I want to see you."

Zhao Qinghuan was silent for a while, and said: "Okay, in a month's time, let's have a banquet at my house, lest some brothers will not be able to come back after being guarded in space."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ke Lan was so excited that he was incoherent, "That, that——I'll go tell them now, you are not allowed to go back on your word."

Ke Lan bluffed there for a long time, her eyes suddenly felt a little sore, and she called out in a low voice: "Ke Lan."

"To!"

"These years, I shouldn't be immersed in my emotions and neglect you. I'm sorry."

"Hi! You said—" Ke Lan originally wanted to make a joke, but he couldn't help but feel sour when he uttered two words, "I'm fine. I can go to the Marshal's Mansion to eat and drink in the name of official business. Those brothers whose positions are not up to my level really haven’t seen you for 30 years.”

Zhao Qinghuan doesn't like to talk about old things, it will cause her bad memories: "This is the end of this matter, you are responsible for notifying one by one, the top ten will be slapped, No.1 ten, descending in order, after ten The only thing left to do is to kick their butts, one kick per person, never more kicks, and the last one will not be given food."

"Haha I've ordered ten slaps."

Zhao Qinghuan ruthlessly refused: "Except for you."

"Why!"

"No reason, I'm happy."

"Hmph, if you don't fight, don't fight. If I agree, if I persuade you, they will give me one hundred thousand days of coins."

Zhao Qinghuan said: "Whoever sees it has a share, and I want half of it."

Curran said, "Ten percent."

"Sixty percent."

"Twenty percent."

"Seventy percent."

"Thirty percent."

"Eighty percent."

Ke Lan disarmed and surrendered: "Okay, okay, it's probably [-]%, if it's unreasonable, I'll give it back to you. In exchange, I've booked ten slaps."

Zhao Qinghuan started haggling again, and she could hear her lazy voice through the earphones: "Five."

Ke Lan did not give up and wanted to fight for it: "Six, just add one."

"Four."

Ke Lan quickly stopped: "Four! No less!"

Zhao Qinghuan raised his palm and opened it, facing the sunlight coming in from the window, he felt that his hand was crystal clear, it was very, very beautiful. "I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you two more, get out of here."

Ke Lan happily hung up the communication, thinking that they made some mistakes when they were still in school, and they would always be slapped with big ears. Zhao Qinghuan was a genius, and was famous for his violent temper when he was young. He stood in a row and slapped from the left Scrape to the right, and tell you what is wrong and what is the solution after typing.That's why Ke Lan and the others respected and hated her at the same time. After graduation, when everyone got along well in their respective troops, they missed their life in school by coincidence.

Every slap is love!

Of course Zhao Qinghuan didn't bother to care about their thoughts, she would use whatever method was effective, besides, the children were growing up, and she never tried it herself after all these years.

The terminal is equipped with virtual drawing software, but Zhao Qinghuan doesn't like to use that. She still likes real pens and paper. After hearing her order, the adjutant got a set of sketching equipment from somewhere. Zhao Qinghuan spread out the paper and wrote quickly. After a while, five completely different faces appeared on the paper, and she scanned it and sent it to Ke Lan.

The work was done, but the brush did not stop, but this time she was very cautious in every stroke and stroke. The damaged battleship, the ruined wasteland, the resolute tribe, the thick sky with thunderstorms, the black cracks, and the stones that could shatter the human body. The turbulent flow of time and space, all appear in her pen.

She can draw it even with her eyes closed, because she has replayed it thousands of times in her mind.

--Walk!go!

——I will go back to you, as long as you are alive, I will not die.Be obedient and go quickly.

She suddenly squeezed it hard, and the paintbrush broke in two, and the end left a deep red mark on her palm, almost piercing her palm.

fraud.

Her eyes are red.

fraud!

Hearing the sound of smashing things coming from inside, the adjutant stood up straighter, keeping his eyes on his nose and his heart, as if he had already gotten used to it.

……

"And then?" Yanying heard that the marshal went to the combat command department for the first time because she regretted that she chose the mecha department, and she was so upset that she hurriedly gathered information from the frontline "investigators" Fu Le and Zhao Qingge.

Fu Le stroked her short golden hair, and said softly, "Then she shared two cakes for each of us, sat for a while and left."

Yan Ying asked: "Then, is she so mature, stable and gentle?"

Fu Le: "...I refuse to answer this question."

Yanying went to shake her hand: "Fu Lele, why don't you just answer her."

Fu Le said, "I'm angry and don't answer."

Yanying wanted to rely on her, and kept nagging: "Answer it, answer it, please satisfy her poor curiosity."

Angry and cute, Fu Le simply pointed at Zhao Qingge: "When you talk to Zhao Qingge, you are so mature, steady, and gentle, but you can't do it with us. You only have to be very mature, steady, and not gentle."

Zhao Qingge: "..."

Bo Yunliwuli Jue: "Huh?"

Zhao Qingge explained: "She and I woke up in the same energy storehouse, so we can't talk about the origin of the origin. Don't listen to Fu Le's nonsense, she talks to everyone in the same way, like wearing a delicate and perfect mask."

Looking at her serious explanation, Bo Jue was very happy: "I didn't ask you, you told me on your own initiative."

Zhao Qingge stretched out a finger to block her approaching face, and said with a wooden face: "I'm just refuting what Fu Le said, don't think too much."

Bo Jue pouted happily: "I didn't think much about it, I didn't think about anything——Hey, what's in your hand?"

Before Zhao Qingge withdrew his hand, Bo Jue lowered his head and opened the palm of her right hand - inside was a tightly wrapped small square cake, Zhao Qingge stuffed it into her hand: "Marshal sent it, I think it's too sweet. Seeing that her face was not easy to throw away, I brought it back and planned to throw it in the trash can on the road."

Bo Jue answered her words with a smile on her face: "But on the way, because you were in a hurry to eat in the cafeteria, you left in a hurry and forgot to throw it away, so you left it until now, right?"

Zhao Qingge: "...Yes."

Bo Jue: "Actually, you had the opportunity to throw it after you entered the cafeteria, but you have been talking to us, so you don't have time to throw it, right?"

Zhao Qingge lowered his eyes uncomfortably, and the back of his ears turned pink: "...Yes."

Bo Jue's mind fluttered as he watched, and wrapped his hands around the back of her hands that lay flat on her lap: "Actually, you didn't want to leave it to me at all, did you?"

Zhao Qingge pulled his hand out and stared at her impatiently: "Can you talk nonsense again?"

Yanying: "Hahaha."

But Bo Jue held that piece of pastry up to her nose, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "It's so sweet!"

Yanying put her down: "It should be a good fragrance, is there something wrong with your sense of smell?"

Bo Jue held the pastry in her heart again, and said nastyly: "My heart is sweet."

Yan Ying: "...Fu Lele, come and kiss me, someone scalded my eyes in public!"