I don't agree with panda

Kleist didn't explain much about the panda's beautiful drinking posture.

He just said, "I've never felt that you are not suitable for a bottle now."

Anyway, fortunately, now I finally know why the panda is angry.

Only by understanding the cause and effect can there be a way to make the other person happy again.

Kleist breathed a sigh of relief, and said seriously: "I'm sorry for making you misunderstand."

Yuan Jinli: "..."

Before comprehending the meaning of the other party's last sentence, the giant panda's thoughts were diverted again at this moment.

He didn't expect Kleist to say sorry to him for such a thing.

Because this is not something that needs a serious apology.

He's only angry because he feels he's lost face, but if Art never thought that...

"Also, it may be because I think too much, it's nothing..." The slightly frowning brows relaxed, and Yuan Jinli was so frank by his family Art that he couldn't lose his temper.

Ouch.

He suddenly thought about it, it was a trivial matter, and there was no reason to lose his temper.

Even if Art knew that the baby bottle was for children, even if he used it in front of his face, every day, all the time, so what!

It's just drinking water from a milk bottle! !

He is a giant panda!

What they pandas do is always right!

So yes, how could Art complain about himself in his heart?

The bad temper disappeared in an instant, and Yuan Jinli changed to sitting cross-legged again.

When he was a panda, his legs were too short. He likes to sit with his chubby legs stretched out, which makes it easier to maintain balance.

But Yuan Jinli in human form doesn't need that at all.

And maybe his back can't be as rounded as it was when he was a panda?Instead, he found it more comfortable to sit cross-legged.

After adjusting his sitting posture a little, Yuan Jinli just wanted to say that Art should go to work first, leave him alone, and talk about it at night if there is anything to do.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the other party had picked up the milk bottle on the bedside table again.

Yuan Jinli: "?"

Kleist held the bottle steadily, with a low voice and a serious look: "You don't eat much at noon, do you want to drink some honey water to replenish your energy? Otherwise, you will be hungry in the afternoon."

"..."

Yuan Jinli looked at the feeding bottle that was close at hand.

...Brother, are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?

He raised his eyes and looked at the other party, and he was sure that he only saw a trace of concern and sincerity in the other party's eyes. Yuan Jinli took the milk bottle uncertainly.

Since Art never felt that he was not suitable for drinking water from a baby bottle, maybe he was thinking too much this time.

——I never felt out of place, so there was no need to be twitchy at all.

do you mean this?

Facing the other party's clear eyes, Yuan Jinli was not sure.

But he lifted the bottle anyway and gulped some water.

The lunch just now was all meat-based, and to be honest, he was a little thirsty.

The water with honey can just neutralize the thirst caused by eating meat. As soon as he took a sip, the eyes of the black-haired young man narrowed slightly, showing an expression of enjoyment.

Yuan Jinli enjoyed the fresh and sweet honey bamboo water in the cup to his heart's content, and couldn't stop drinking it once he started drinking it.

He drank for almost a minute, and this time he was not interrupted by any factors, and he drank the entire bottle of liquid.

During this period, Kleist just waited calmly aside as usual, waiting to help him clean the cup and replace the liquid inside, without showing any abnormal expressions.

Of course, Yuan Jinli wouldn't have noticed that Kleist's slender eyelids twitched several times while he was drinking water if he didn't keep staring and observing.

At the end, Kleist took the bottle he drank and said to him: "Go to sleep, what do you want to eat tonight? I will prepare it in advance."

The giant panda fell back comfortably: "Ahh!"

Kleist: "..."

Yuan Jinli: "..."

...Why did I make a panda cry when I became a two-legged beast? ?

what the hell!

It seems that random transformation really has sequelae! !

No longer wanting to look at his little brother's expression, Yuan Jinli lay down directly and pulled the quilt.

At the same time, as if he remembered something, he directly called up the system page and transformed himself back into a panda.

... don't care.

Art wouldn't laugh at him anyway!

Go to sleep, go to sleep, and relieve your worries.

On the huge bed, a very bulging little bag suddenly appeared near the edge of the pillow.

Only a pair of small round black ears protruded from the quilt, and the rest was invisible.

Kleist couldn't help but twitched the corner of his lips.

A frightening light burst out from the instantly slender two-legged beast's eyes, and the light-colored pupils also became extremely deep.

A low-pitched smile could not be restrained from his throat, Kleist said, "Then I'll come back as soon as I go, and if you need anything, just call me at the end."

The panda in the quilt kept quiet for a rare moment.

It wasn't until the sound of Kleist's footsteps who had changed the water for him almost disappeared in the room that he let out a soft "Hmm!"

—Please help me get some clothes.

Saying so, the giant panda threw out the clothes and trousers that were no longer needed after turning back into a panda, and shouted again:

"Ok!"

Your clothes are too big!

I saw my clothes being ruthlessly thrown out of the bed by the panda, and then fell down in a rustle, spread out in a twisted shape on the bed.The corners of Kleist's lips could no longer be stretched into a smile.

He said, "Okay."

After that, he pushed open the door and stepped out, then closed the door lightly.

Not far from the door, the gray-haired Charles stood there blankly, a little suspicious that his eyes were almost blinded by the smile on his brother's face.

"elder brother……?"

Charles even suspected that it wasn't Kleist!

When he was on the asteroid, his brother was not as serious as before, and often laughed.But Charles thought it was because he was on vacation.

And at that time his brother's smile was not as deep as it is now.

The feeling now is simply... Huai Chun.

"What?" Kleist immediately returned to his usual seriousness in front of his younger brother.

He didn't hold it on purpose, but as the future Marshal of the Empire, this was the education and etiquette he had received since he was a child.

Charles, on the contrary, was more used to his brother's behavior.

Facing Kleist's serious look, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's nothing, it's just that your commuter has been waiting downstairs for a long time, and I'm thinking about going up to see what you're doing. So Brother, what are you doing?"

Why did you stay in the room for so long before you came out?

"It's nothing." Kleist didn't answer this question, but told Charles: "Mr. Yuan is asleep, so don't disturb him if you have nothing to do."

"I know." Charles leaned forward slightly, with an inquiring look on his face: "But you actually sleep in the same room? Isn't it too crowded?"

The long eyelashes drooped, and Kleist said, "It's okay."

Charles: "But there are so many rooms in this house, so it doesn't have to be so... er, er, sticky?"

Charles also discovered early on that his brother's relationship with Yuan was too sticky.

But at that time, I thought it was in the wild, and there was not much living space, and the giant pandas were too lazy to walk in the forest by themselves...

Charles is used to it.

But now, looking at such a big house, his brother Yuan can also become a human being. Climbing stairs is not a problem, and he wants to sleep together...

"Being able to become a human just happened this morning." Kleist tried to argue, but as soon as the words came out, he only said half a sentence, and he immediately closed his mouth.

Linguistic arguments are the most empty and meaningless.

It was something he had never done before.

After a short pause, Kleist spoke again.

His expression remained motionless, but the lines of his lips became sharper and more serious: "What do you want to say?"

He went straight to the final goal.

Although he already understood what Charles meant.

Regardless of the reason for living together before, it has become an established fact that Yuan Jinli unlocked the human form.

And as long as he thought for a moment that Yuan Jinli did not need his care after becoming a human, and when they could sleep separately, Kleist's first reaction was unwilling.

This reluctance is strong.

Even just thinking about the scene where he would no longer be able to see the panda as soon as he turned around at night would make him frown subconsciously.

On the contrary, Charles on the opposite side couldn't say anything after being asked such a serious question by his brother.

He is not as good at thinking and delving into various hidden truths as Kleist.

As a little erha with extremely thick nerves, what Charles sees is always only on the surface.

But it has to be said that the superficial phenomena seen by such Charles are often the most intuitive and objective.

For example, he thinks it's a little weird that they still sleep in the same room...

That might be the real anomaly.

Kleist left with a serious expression on his face.

He will report to the military headquarters in the afternoon and hold two more meetings.

In fact, a meeting was originally arranged in the morning, which was an internal meeting of Division 3129, but because of the live broadcast of giant pandas, everyone petitioned, and the meeting was abruptly moved to the afternoon.

Kleist's rule was strict, but that was when someone violated military discipline orders, violated arrangements and plans.

Compared with other establishments, the overall atmosphere of Division 3129 is indeed more relaxed and cheerful.

Although their general is a very strict officer, he never imposes any shackles on his subordinates—as long as he completes the daily training and tasks, he can arrange other time freely.

In a sense, the general is the strictest to himself.

After three meetings in a row, Kleist's face showed no signs of fatigue or change.

He returned a military salute to his subordinate who had just come from the opposite side to salute him, and Kleist pushed the door open and walked back to his office.

"...The marshal will return to Emperor Star tomorrow, and you have already arranged a meeting with him."

Emil followed behind to give Kleist a final itinerary report, and then asked: "Do you see any other arrangements?"

"No more," Kleist said.

But as soon as the words fell, his indifferent eyes lingered on Emil for more than a circle, and quickly said: "...and order some more comfortable clothes for me... Both coats and underwear, the size is according to you It's up to you. Send it to my house."

"Yes."

Professional habits made Emil respond immediately, but when he realized what the general was saying, Emil was stunned again: "... Are you preparing the clothes for Mr. Yuan?"

Emil's mind automatically recalled the video data stored in the database when Mr. Yuan entered the general's Mecha Burning Night.

The pure black hair and black eyes, the creamy skin, and the natural smiling, cheerful and open expression...

"Emile."

Kleist's fingers tapped twice on the table.

It sounds like the frequency is a bit rare and urgent.

This brought Emil back to his senses in an instant.

Looking at his major general in horror, Emil knew that he had inquired a little too much... Obviously the general had already given him the request, and he just needed to follow it...

Uh.

In fact, he still wants to inquire about Mr. Yuan's situation... as long as he can hear a detail of life.

But now it seems that the general may not want to share these...

Emil thought for a while, and said, "If it's Mr. Yuan, you can actually ask Mr. Uehara, General, and take him to the store to try on clothes."

Facing the stern gaze of his own senior officer, the loyal Emir still bit the bullet and said, "This subordinate is worried that Mr. Yuan will not like the clothes that his subordinate helped to choose."

"...Hmm." Kleist responded.

He hadn't thought about it before.

It also has to be said that Emil considered the issue very comprehensively.

Kleist himself doesn't care about appearance and clothing, but that panda is narcissistic and smug, maybe it's more appropriate for him to choose his own clothes.

"But today, my subordinates should order two sets for Mr. Yuan to send over? It's getting dark." Emil said again.

Obviously, it was too late for them to pick out clothes today.

"Okay." Kleist nodded more simply this time, "You've worked hard."

"It's not hard!"

As a fan of Mr. Yuan, Emir expressed that he is very honored.

"Then the subordinate will go to work first?"

Kleist lowered his eyes lightly, folded his long legs, and sat down on his seat.

He was unusually absent-minded.

"Wait a minute." Kleist spoke again.

In fact, when Emil mentioned the panda, a young man with black hair and black eyes also appeared in his mind.

I still remember what the other party said, that was his original appearance before he became a panda.

……

Emil's doubtful voice sounded again: "Major General?"

Pulling back his thoughts, his elbows rested on the table, and Kleist's white-gloved hands folded in front of his face.

The sharp and angular jaw tightened even more, his light-colored eyes became deep, and he looked at Emil without blinking.

Kleist said formally and seriously: "...The next question, I want to discuss and ask you as a friend."

Emil: "?"

Kleist got home on time at six o'clock in the evening.

Just two hours ago, he received a communication from Panda. Yuan Jinli said that he would eat barbecue tonight, and asked him not to prepare anything. He only asked when he would come back, and said that dinner would be served when he came back...

Getting off the car driven by the commuter, Kleist came to the door of his house.

There was no expression on his well-defined face at first, but when he thought of the young man with red lips and white teeth in the door separated by a wall, his sharp jaw subconsciously tightened even more.

He thought of Emil and said: "Mr. Yuan has such a perfect appearance and such excellent abilities, it's not surprising that you like him at all."

And the question he asked Emil to say this was: why did he suddenly dare not look directly at the panda that had turned into a human?

Regarding this issue, Emil had his own analysis and judgment. He felt that the general had been single for so many years, and he should finally be willing to fall in love with someone.

"You haven't put your mind on this before, maybe Mr. Yuan's appearance has changed you?" Emil guessed, "In this case, it's not surprising that you like him."

When he first heard the word "like", Kleist clasped his slender fingers even tighter, and opened his eyelids suddenly, looking at Emil with a terrifyingly focused gaze, but also surprisingly bright .

At this time, he took a deep breath calmly and pushed open the door in front of him.

"you're back?"

Hearing the movement, a young man with black hair poked his head out from the kitchen.

……

This scene was never expected by Kleist before entering the door.

The young man's originally handsome face was covered with some flour-like white powder, which was not as translucent as his original skin, but it also made the black-haired young man look a little more cute.

In particular, the tip of his normally delicate nose was also stained with some of that powder...

"Hmm." Kleist resisted the urge to turn around, but tugged at his neckline uncontrollably.

Then he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Make steak." The young man had already shrunk his head back at this time.

His clear voice came from the translator, and it was still clear and loud amidst the sound of sizzling barbecue.

It's rare that he doesn't have to keep uttering "ooohooooow", Yuan Jinli's words have become a little too much:

"I want to try to upgrade by eating meat...but I can't eat ten pieces of meat today, so I can only take my time. Charles just taught me how to use the oven...it's really convenient, I even wrapped it in a layer of flour, Wait a while and the meat may be more tender..."

Kleist came to the kitchen door.

The young man who was still wearing his shirt wore an extra apron, the belt was tied a little tighter, and the waist was narrowed and straightened.

He was lowering his head slightly, and he could clearly see his protruding neck bone from behind, which was bony but not hideous, thin but straight as a pine.

Yuan Jinli knew that Kleist had also entered the kitchen, but he didn't realize that the other party was looking at him at this moment.

While observing the degree of roasting of the meat, he said to his younger brother in a helpless tone: "Oh, yes, Ergou...I mean Charles, he fell asleep upstairs."

Kleist: "..."

The young man in front of the stove turned around and glanced at him, his white and handsome face was full of helplessness: "Just now his ability got out of control again."

Originally, Yuan Jinli went to Charles after waking up, and Er Gouzi patiently introduced him how to use several home appliances, and then explained to him how to play the holographic game of StarCraft in the game room.

It's just that I didn't expect that my mood would fluctuate while talking, and it would rain again...

Although the younger brother is obviously a lot more proficient in manipulating the new ability, the performance is that the rain did not fall heavily this time.

But it was fucking raining in the house during the daytime... Fortunately, there were housekeeping robots and cleaning robots, and cleaned up the room in time, otherwise Yuan Jinli really didn't know what to do at the moment.

Kleist felt more and more that it was a mistake for him to call Charles: "..."

He took off his coat and hung it in the hallway. He rolled up his shirt sleeves as he walked, showing his slender and powerful arms: "I'll get the rest, you go and play."

"No, it's okay, I'll do it." Yuan Jinli said, then turned his head and smiled at Art.

He seems to enjoy using this oven.

Although his flour-smeared face clearly shows that a giant panda is not good at cooking even if it becomes a human.

But the young man probably didn't know that his face was blurred, and he still smiled brightly when he looked back.

Kleist's first reaction was to reach out and wipe the dust off the opponent's face.

But before he really raised his hand, he barely realized something and didn't move.

The kitchen is also semi-open and large, but the place in front of the oven is not wide.

Standing almost one step away from the young man, Kleist's heels remained motionless as if crucified, and he just looked down at him.

Until the young man yelled "Ah", and subconsciously turned his head back, with a dazed and aggrieved expression: "Art...I seem to be lost..."

Kleist saw at a glance that the other party's black and white eyes were indeed a little red at the moment.

"Don't touch it." He raised his hand to stop the young man from rubbing his eyes.

Before he realized it, Kleist had already taken that step and came in front of the young man.

The author has something to say: Brother: ... Can you stop making me rain at the critical moment!

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