The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

It does seem to be of no use.

Not only can people without spiritual power not be able to re-control the mecha, but they will also be deprived of their status as imperial military students.

The reason is simple. The First Military Academy of the Empire, as a reserve station for providing officers for the entire empire, will never need a cadet who is impossible to become an officer in the future.

The last interrogative sentence in Shu Le's words was not answered until he and Gu Rong returned home without a word.

The marshal's mansion was still very quiet, like a world opened up alone, not even the slightest sound of people.

When Shu Le was about to go upstairs to change, Gu Rong stopped him: "Lele."

Shu Le stood on the stairs, leaned on the handrail and stuck his head out: "What's the matter?"

Gu Rong seemed to want to say something, but in the end he couldn't speak.

He paused and changed the subject again: "Are you hungry? Do you want to have some supper?"

Shu Le was actually not hungry at all.

Maybe it was because of the night, or maybe it was because the effect of the medicine was over, Shu Le felt that he might have a fever again, and his whole body was sore and sleepy.

However, Shu Le's ability to accept is quite good, he cleared his throat, and grinned with a smile: "Master Marshal cooks himself?"

The medicine given by Song Rushuang should be effective, and he doesn't want to cough much anymore.

It's just that my throat hurts more and more, and it's a little hard to even say a few words.

However, the distance between the two was too far, and Gu Rong couldn't notice the change in Shu Le for a while.

He stood at the entrance and thought for a while, then nodded and agreed to Shu Le's request: "My cooking skills are average, if you want to eat."

Shu Le jumped happily, ran down the stairs, passed Gu Rong by another gust of wind, and got into the kitchen.

The food in the refrigerator is very rich and neatly stacked in what looks like a very spacious space.

Shu Le carefully picked his chin in front of the refrigerator door for a long time, and then pointed to the dishes on the table that he had just favored one by one and made a request: "These two together fry green pepper and small fried pork, and then this one Three cups of chicken, the eggplant below should be fish-flavored... Oh yes, remember to wash the pot at the end and make rice dumplings with a little orange slice."

Gu Rong: "..."

Over the years, my preferences haven't changed a bit.

It is not the first time that Gu Rong has discovered that Shu Le has an extremely stubborn bias deep in his heart.

He can focus on liking or disliking one thing or everyone, and this liking and disliking will not change for many years.

This in itself is very different from Shu Le's detached personality.

And even Gu Rong didn't know where Shu Le's persistence came from, and whether it was good or bad for him.

It's just that now is obviously not a good time to comment on Shu Le's taste, because Shu Le yawned a lot.

He covered his mouth, and asked Gu Rong to be critical: "Master Marshal, you must play your best and cook better, I am very picky eater."

Shu Le leaned against the door and gesticulated, with a thin layer of red in the wind.

He pursed his lips solemnly, leaning against the doorway, like a local rich man who was monitoring the long-term work.

Gu Rong was amused by his own thought, he raised his eyebrows, and asked casually: "There are so many demands, is there any reward for doing what you want?"

Shu Le raised his chin, blinked his sleepy eyes twice: "What reward do you want?"

Gu Rong has already started to prepare the dishes on the table.

Probably the atmosphere was really good, and I said a sentence without much thought: "Lele, you can eat my cooking if you are hungry. What if I am hungry?"

When Gu Rong said the last word, he suddenly paused, as if he didn't expect to ask such a straightforward and explicit question.

He subconsciously glanced at Shu Le, but found that his face was still very flat, with no trace of anger visible.

Shu Le changed his posture, looked up at Gu Rong, and said with an innocent and harmless face: "Oh? Marshal, what do you want to eat? Do you want to eat me?"

The color of the lighting in the kitchen is very special, not the most common white light, nor the warm yellow soft light.

It is a kind of faint red, which spreads quietly in every corner of the room.

Shu Le's gorgeous face looks even more beautiful under this special light, every time the eyelashes flutter and close, I want to tremble at the tip of Gu Rong's heart.

But the person at the tip of his heart is still alive and dead, so he has to pick and choose a delicate feather.

Every once in a while, there seems to be no scratches in the cracks of breathing.

He couldn't even breathe steadily.

Gu Rong took a deep breath and looked at Shu Le with two dark colors finally in his eyes.

Such a boy is a disaster in itself.

Only by being properly placed and preserved can he be perfect.

and bloom forever.

Gu Rong no longer looked at Shu Le, he turned around and began to process the fresh vegetables and seafood in his hands.

Shu Le still stood at the door for a while, probably seeing that he failed to attract Gu Rong's attention, so he whistled a little bored: "Master Marshal, do those foods look better than mine?"

Gu Rong had to stop helplessly, and said to Shu Le again: "Hey, go upstairs and play by yourself for a while, and eat you after you are full."

"cut."

Shu Le stuck out her tongue at Gu Rong, turned around, and went upstairs with an arrogance on her slippers.

The master bedroom on the third floor has already been tidied up, and the soft big bed has already been replaced with a brand new mattress. The color of the mattress is soft, and it looks fresh and comfortable.

The moment the door closed, the frivolity in Shu Le's eyebrows disappeared immediately.

There was a lifeless calm in those beautiful eyes.

He stood with his back against the door in silence for a while, then stretched out his hand, tore off the scarf around his neck, and threw it on the cabinet beside him.

The light brain's breathing lamp is faintly visible in the dark room.

After pausing for a moment, an extremely mechanical voice came from the room: "My cutest little master, I found that your physical state is very low, and your mental strength has returned to zero."

"Poor little master, what happened to you?"

The structure code of this most advanced optical brain on the intelligent system is basically exactly the same, and the functions are roughly the same.

Because of this, the most coordinated dialogue with the master can only be achieved if the mech's optical brain is connected.

Otherwise, the optical brain is still just a machine forever.

Unaware and unable to think.

The warm lights in the room turned on automatically, Shu Le unbuttoned his coat casually, and walked towards the bed.

His cheeks were flushed with fever, but he didn't seem to know it at all.

When she was only wearing the last layer of unlined clothing, Shu Le happened to walk to the bedside.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt away, and nestled in by himself.

The bed receded slightly.

Shu Le put his hands and feet in order, lay on the bed, looked at the lights on the ceiling silently for a while, and suddenly asked, "Qing Yun?"

The room was quiet.

Shu Le didn't seem to give up, he paused for a few seconds, then called out again: "Qing Yun?"

Nothing but three.

Shu Le always felt that he was not stupid, so he would never yell for the third time.

In the long silence, Shu Le stopped talking.

The interactive system of the optical brain checks the body function of the owner before the owner goes to sleep as usual, and makes a report: "Oh, my little master, you have a very high fever, do you need to activate the physical examination function?"

You see, no matter how well-spoken it is.

But they will never be able to fight side by side like a partner.

No matter how realistic and flexible the set program is, it cannot escape the laws of machinery.

Shu Le shook his head: "No, I don't feel bad. Just sleep and I'll be fine."

Naturally, the light brain will not refute the master's order, and the intelligent breathing light is dimmed, and enters a short dormant state while the master is falling asleep.

Shu Le closed his eyes, and in the midst of half-dream and half-awake, he heard a familiar voice.

"Are you mentally retarded?"

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le, who couldn't even sleep peacefully, sat up startled in a dying dream, and quickly snapped back: "Then are you mentally handicapped?"

The system tuned to the channel of the TV station with its hips on its hips: "I'm not."

Shu Le: "Neither is Lele."

system:"……"

The system found that chatting with Shu Le is really easy to fall into this endless loop of self-depression, it pulled itself out, and said: "People who are sick and don't see a doctor are mentally retarded."

Shu Le: "Bah, I know all day long that those who watch idol dramas for middle-aged and elderly people are mentally handicapped."

System: "Are you retarded?"

Shu Le: "Are you mentally handicapped?"

The system said: "Are you really not mentally retarded?"

Shu Le said: "Aren't you really Qing Yun?"

The system said: "Crap, of course I am... who is Qing Yun?"

Shu Le sat up from the bed with his feet in his arms, picked his feet, and said sincerely: "You ask Qingyun? Oh, that is a real mentally handicapped."

It seemed that it was not very satisfying, Shu Le also specially added: "The kind with super mental retardation."

system:"……"

Shu Le: "Hee hee hee, it's already broken anyway, so you won't find me secretly talking bad about it."

system:"……"

The system couldn't tell for a while whether Shu Le, the damn kid, did it on purpose.

However, even though Shu Le just sat up, he still didn't seem to have any plans to take antipyretics or call a doctor. He turned over and lay back on the bed like a salted fish.

I don't know if it was because the fever was so severe at night, even Shu Le's eyes gradually turned red.

He yawned and gasped for breath as if to keep breathing.

In the end, Shu Le arched left and right on the bed, finally finding the most comfortable position.

He sighed contentedly, as if he was comforting himself, or as if he was deliberately speaking to the silent system.

"Oh, but it's okay, after I kill the old emperor, I'll go play with it."