"Probably you misunderstood, General Werner."
His eyes were eager, but Dennis was still indifferent, his eyelashes were closed, and his eyes were lowered: "My mental power has nothing to do except to hurt you."
"But you just signed it for me. If it weren't for you, I would probably be ashamed in front of the whole army."
Facing the unmoved and stubborn resistance of the young man, Elvis' expression became more and more softened, he smiled helplessly, let go of his hand and spoke in a warm voice.
Dennis didn't seem to be used to such a touch. As soon as he let go, he immediately pulled his arm back and stood up: "General, you should go to rest, I still have work—"
Ignoring the excessive consumption of mental strength, he stood up. The strong dizziness made Su Shi's eyes go dark, and his body fell forward involuntarily.
The powerful arms firmly embraced his body, the touch was still warm and familiar, the body relaxed almost instinctively, but the alarm bell sounded in his heart immediately.
Old Mel is stubborn and tough, so he may not accept the protagonist's protection. Although the other party believes in him unconditionally, it has not improved his situation in the army.
The pot just leaked a bottom, can't lose.
Taking a deep breath, Su Shi quickly used his strength to stand still, pushed Elvis' arm away, and walked towards the desk.
Elvis still stood where he was, his eyes fell on him, his eyes darkened slightly.
The moment his body touched, he felt the body in his arms trembling slightly.
Having worked as a colleague for several years, coupled with the descriptions of other people, he has a general understanding of the other party's growth experience. Dennis has received inhuman cruel training since he was a child, and his endurance is far superior to others. The state he shows now cannot be used to infer his real state at all.
The young man's face is still cold and hard, but the cold sweat has silently soaked his forehead hair, and the corners of his lips are still stubbornly pressed together, stretched into a stubborn straight line.
Elvis sighed softly, put his hand on his shoulder, and told him to look up at himself.
"I order you to rest, Lieutenant Dennis."
Trying to make his tone more like an order, Elvis took the document in his hand and put it aside involuntarily: "Since I'm awake, these tasks should belong to me, I order you now Lie down and get some sleep."
After a moment of silence, meeting those still indifferent black eyes, he added: "I can't use my mental power right now, Dennis. A large-scale insect swarm may strike at any time, and I don't want you to be in trouble because of Collapsed from exhaustion, understand?"
The latter reason was obviously more convincing. The young man's eyes softened a little, and he was silent for a moment. Then he stood up, went to the sofa and lay down.
He doesn't even have a decent bed in his office. Elvis had a headache, and almost wanted to abduct the person to his office, but he was worried that the other party would resist him even more. After pondering for a while, he gave up the idea, took off his coat, walked to the sofa, and covered him for him.
The mental power was greatly consumed, and an irresistible dizziness surged up. There was a familiar warm breath on the clothes, with his head resting on his arms, soft tiredness quickly enveloped him.
Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.
The last world put too much pressure on the other party. Although the memory of each world will be cleared, he doesn't want to make the other party fear because of himself every time. Fortunately, the character design this time is just right for hiding the true inner feelings to the greatest extent.
He bears a different burden every time, and he has to admit that without the other party who followed him immediately in every world, and without those ironic and firm protection, he might not have been able to sustain himself forever.
If the data crashes, there can still be a backup, but once the host crashes, it may even disappear completely.
The remaining warmth warmed the cold body, and the consciousness gradually relaxed, and suddenly realized that there was a figure standing in front of the sofa, and his eyes fell on him gently.
One hand was placed on top of the head, the steady temperature penetrated through the palm, suppressing the last bit of unbearable dizziness, the relaxed body immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the young man who was sleeping soundly, Elvis's eyes finally showed warmth, and he sighed very lightly, the corners of his lips curled into a gentle arc.
Just now I was saying that I trusted others too easily, but when I turned my head, I fell asleep in front of myself.
I don't worry if I really hate his attack at that time, or if I want to relax his vigilance deliberately, so as to take the opportunity to attack.
The short hair in the palm of his hand felt so good that he couldn't help rubbing it a few more times before finally retracting his hand and walking lightly back to the desk to sit down.
…
When Su Shi woke up again, it was already dark.
The desk lamp on the table shimmered, and the figure was still quietly busy at the desk. It seemed that his movements were deliberately relaxed, and even the sound of closing the documents was played as gently as possible.
Lifting off the clothes on his body, Su Shi sat up, got up and went to turn on the light.
"You only slept for two hours, did you rest well?"
Elvis glanced at the quartz clock, raised his eyes to look at him, his tone was still gentle and concerned.
"I'm very good."
The young man nodded, walked to the sink, took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.
The cool water completely dispelled the last bit of fatigue. Su Shi regained his energy, walked to the desk, and glanced at the paperwork that had obviously not been settled: "I have to say, General, I am really surprised by your work efficiency."
Elvis looked embarrassed, coughed lightly, and opened another document with the intention of concealing it: "Your criticism is very pertinent, Lieutenant Dennis."
Dennis has always been in charge of these tasks. He was not good at correcting documents, let alone being distracted frequently during these two hours. His attention was always drawn by the figure curled up quietly on the sofa.
He wanted to look away, but couldn't help but fall on that handsome and delicate face.
The hair on the forehead that was soaked in water was plastered to the forehead without drying it, and the black eyes were as clear as water. The water droplets rolled down along the soft lines of the face, leaving slightly deeper marks on the skirt.
The whole person exudes a vigorous heroic spirit, but unexpectedly makes people feel soft.
Finding that his eyes didn't seem to be so easy to move away, Elvis took a breath, stood up consciously, and made way for the young man who was obviously waiting on the opposite side: "I now feel that they should also handle the affairs of the legion every day 'Set up a feat."
"These are just the most ordinary jobs, and there is nothing to claim credit for."
Dennis sat down, skillfully flipped through the file, browsed from the beginning to the end, and quickly extracted the effective information on it: "Your talent is better than mine, so you don't need to waste time doing these tedious things."
His tone was very calm, as if he was explaining an ordinary fact.
Elvis paused slightly, his eyes fell on him, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.
As far as talent is concerned, he may indeed be a little better than the young man in front of him, but the tenacity and perseverance of the other party are far above him. He had seen Dennis' personal terminal training volume, and he couldn't help but be ashamed of the intensity, but at that time he still didn't realize that these high-intensity training was completed by the other party while he was busy with these trivial matters.
Dennis is eager to become stronger, more eager than anyone else, but he never knows how to be opportunistic, and he doesn't know how to be jealous. He only knows that he can suffer more, be more tired, and force his body a little more.
Such a person is truly admirable and strong, rather than relying on luck like him.
After quickly reviewing several nonsense reports while speaking, Su Shi put aside the documents in his hand, picked up the cup and took a sip, but his eyes suddenly showed a little surprise.
It is still filled with cocoa, but it is slightly hot. The familiar milky aroma is mixed with the mellow aroma of cocoa, which quickly irons the slightly empty chest and abdomen.
"It'll taste better that way, and I guess you'll like it."
A gentle voice came from beside him, and Elvis took the document he had reviewed and put it aside, as if planning to help from the side.
Su Shi frowned slightly, and put the cup away: "I have been deducted five years of meritorious service, and the allowance should no longer include special provisions."
"Just now you manipulated the defense system to fight against the bug swarm, and it was done perfectly. Even I couldn't do it to this level. I have the right to award third-class merit for this."
Elvis pressed his shoulders, his tone still patient, and put the cup back into his hand.
When they reached their level, they didn't really care much about the third-class merit, and they would save it until the end of the year, but he didn't intend to continue to allow the misunderstanding to develop.
It was Dennis who fought the bug swarm, and people should know about it, instead of seeing some laudable achievements and hastily blaming the more talented one.
Dennis was silent for a moment, probably persuaded by him, picked up the cup again and took a sip before continuing to lower his head to approve the document.
Elvis didn't want to get any further away from him, so he turned sideways and sat on the armrest of the chair.
The young man seemed not used to being so close to people, frowned, and wanted to get up and move a chair for him, but he lightly pressed his shoulder: "Dennis, I have something to ask you."
The body under the palm tensed a little, then relaxed, and looked up at him silently.
With the head lowered like this, the coldness in those eyes has almost dissipated, instead showing a pure clarity that does not involve human affairs.
Elvis couldn't help holding his breath, pressed his arm a little harder, and then slowed down his tone: "Dennis, your mental power has already broken through the SS level, right?"
Su Shi was slightly startled, and his heart skipped a beat.
He was used to the abnormal oppression of self-consciousness, so even if he put on the mental shackles, he didn't feel much trouble. But according to the other party, it seems that the original Dennis' mental power cannot reach this level.
The grading of spiritual power in the interstellar world is very detailed. He originally came from a higher plane, and his spiritual power belongs to the original power and will not be suppressed by the world he lives in. But without the help of the system, he is also not sure where he is now. at what stage.
Facing the blankness in those eyes, Elvis smiled helplessly, resisted the urge to raise his hand to rub his head, and patted his back lightly.
"You are stronger than me, Dennis, this army should be led by you."
In interstellar combat, the commander's mental strength and physical fitness should be the strongest, so that he can smoothly cover every corner of the mental fluctuations, perfectly control the battle situation, and even respond effectively.
It was probably because of this reason that Dennis had clearly broken through, but still suppressed his own spiritual power to maintain the integrity of the entire army.
If you don't have yourself...
Before he finished his thoughts, the young man's body suddenly tensed up, and his eyes fell on him: "That's not the case."
Elvis stared at him suspiciously.
"Only you can be the leader of the army. You should not feel discouraged because of the loss of the energy core."
Dennis stood up, out of his sight, moved a chair for him to sit down again, his tone was still rigid, but persistent as if making some kind of promise: "I will return the energy core to you, Elvis ,give me some more time."
Elvis opened his mouth, wanting to explain his original thoughts, but was captured by his cold eyes, and fell silent again.
After fully waking up, Dennis returned to his usual coldness and rigidity, stubbornly resisting all prying eyes. It was difficult for him to find out what the other party was thinking, but he was inexplicably uneasy.
The young man had already sat back and continued to bury his head in processing those documents. Elvis looked at him for a while, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Dennis, what did you call me just now?"
The other party always referred to him as "General" or "General Werner", and never refused to use a slightly more intimate address, but the sentence Elvis called just now was so smooth that he sat for so long before he could speak. Suddenly reacted.
"General, if I continue to chat with you, the work will really be delayed until tomorrow."
Amidst the sound of flipping the paper, came the slightly blunt tone of the young man. Looking at it from Elvis' perspective, he could clearly see a layer of light red on the earlobe of the other party.
The inexplicable relief quickly dilutes the little unhappiness before. Elvis couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, his eyes quickly softened, and he stood up with a smile: "I won't disturb you, I'll get you something to eat."
After the document was put down, Dennis raised his head in doubt, the warm glow of the desk lamp reflected in his clear eyes.
Elvis just smiled and pressed his shoulder, then left quickly, returned to his office, dug out a few bags of instant noodles, cooked them skillfully in a portable pot, and brought them back without delay.
The offices of the two were just opposite each other, but within a few minutes, when he returned to Dennis's office, half of the papers on the other's desk were gone.
Attracted by the aroma, he raised his head, and the young man's eyes shone faintly, and his eyes fell on the small pot in his hand.
"This is the instant food of medieval humans. Our scientific research department just tried to imitate it not long ago. Let me say that although the level of science and technology was not developed at that time, the food was not a little bit better than it is now."
With a warm smile in his eyes, Elvis spoke softly, motioning for him to leave some space on the table, put down the pot in his hand, and then gave him the fork: "It's still hot, eat slowly."
The familiar aroma hit his face, Su Shi clenched the fork tightly, and his eyes felt slightly sour.
In this world, how can he make the other party not feel sad
"What's wrong?"
Seeing that he was still not moving, Elvis bent down in concern, and through the curling steam, he suddenly saw the faint color of water in the youth's usually indifferent eyes.
His heart trembled suddenly, and the nameless sadness rose up silently, as if his heart was suddenly clenched tightly.
"It's okay, Dennis, what you do outside will not be known by your father."
Elvis spoke softly, held his hand, and taught him to pick up the hard-boiled noodles, and after a few more circles, the noodles were wrapped around the fork.
"You don't have to do everything according to his orders, and you don't have to force yourself all the time. Soldiers are human too. No one has ever said that soldiers must only eat nutritional creams and nutritional pills, and no one has ever said that soldiers are not allowed to relax. , no socializing, no good laughing."
The young man in front of him was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Apart from combat and training, he had almost no involvement in all the content of normal life, and he never joked with his subordinate soldiers.
So this time he shot himself and hurt himself, but no one really wanted to speak for him.
Like an excellent fighting machine, Dennis has made numerous contributions over the years and protected the peace of the empire countless times, but people not only don't know how to be grateful, but even ignore his existence.
Staring blankly at the rolled noodles, the young man glanced at him before carefully putting them in his mouth, his eyes suddenly lit up with stars.
Sure enough, the noodles cooked by the other party were delicious.
Vaguely guessing the source of Elvis's sudden sadness, Su Shi knew that he should continue to play a sufficiently indifferent and cold character, but he still couldn't resist the temptation to cook the noodles. He lowered his head and ate the noodles in one gulp, and drank the soup .
Elvis was so distressed that he boiled an extra egg for him.
After an extra meal, his body was indeed much warmer, and even the chill from the mental shackles was almost unnoticeable.
Su Shi was satisfied and continued to work. Elvis cleaned the pot, returned to the desk, and put it in the drawer for him.
Meeting the young man's suspicious eyes, Elvis finally couldn't help it, raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said in a patient and gentle tone, "Keep it for yourself, I'll get you some food, don't starve yourself."
It turned out that the other party didn't plan to cook for himself every meal.
Still remembering his tragic lesson of cooking noodles, Su Shi pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Thank you, I don't want it."
"Don't you want a pot?"
Elvis was slightly startled, but suddenly understood what he meant, chuckled dumbly, and nodded indulgently: "Okay, then I'll hold it for you, and I'll cook noodles for you next time."
Vaguely felt that this sentence seemed to have some deep meaning, Su Shi was still holding the pen in a daze, Elvis had already gone out with the pot and put it back in his office.
The next moment, there was a heartbreaking sharp sound outside the door.
Insects chirping.
Su Shi's eyes froze suddenly, he leaned over the desk with one hand, dexterously turned over, and rushed out the door in a blink of an eye.
As soon as he went out, his feet sank under the powerful mental pressure. Su Shi frowned, and glanced across the corridor, and sure enough, he saw Elvis leaning against the wall and leaning against the wall, his face was frighteningly pale.
Elvis didn't have an energy core, couldn't mobilize his mental power to protect him, and couldn't resist such a powerful mental attack at all. If it wasn't for his good physical fitness, he might have exploded and died by now.
Clenching the opponent's right hand, he quickly poured his spiritual power into Elvis' body. Su Shi helped him to sit down, and said in a low tone, "Are you okay?"
"fine… "
After taking a breath, Elvis reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and responded in a low voice.
The young man's palm was cool, he held his hand firmly, his fingers were clasped tightly, and spiritual power was constantly being sent into his body.
Although he knew that the other party was doing this only to ensure the most effective path of spiritual power transmission, his heart was still inexplicably warm. Elvis took a deep breath and shook his dizzy head: "What's going on... Why are there insects in the base?"
The insect cry is a mental attack when the chrysalis hatches. It is extremely powerful and can last for about five to ten seconds. The base's defense measures are very tight, and logically speaking, it is impossible for any form of Zerg to mix in.
Su Shi's heart sank more and more, without responding, he suddenly raised his hand to open a powerful mental barrier, blocking a figure who rushed over in a panic at the end of the corridor.
"General Werner, Lieutenant General Dennis!"
Followed by a few heavily armed soldiers, they were all wrapped in thick protective clothing, which made their movements obviously clumsy.
Seeing the figures of the two, the leader of the team hurriedly said: "Evacuate quickly, this person has been 'polluted' and will hatch soon!"
Su Shi took a step forward, took off the mental chain, and his mental power suddenly soared, forming an airtight cage, locking the figure firmly.
Looking at the cold side face of the young man, Elvis's heart tightened suddenly, and an extremely absurd but completely irrefutable premonition came up silently.
"Dennis..."
"Shut up, Elvis, I don't have the energy to take care of you right now."
His tone was obviously strong and cold, but the young man still firmly guarded him behind him. With their military qualities, it can be seen that Dennis blocked all angles that the man might touch him with his body.
Elvis' eyes were almost hot, and he waited until the picket had completely controlled the man before he said in a hoarse voice: "Help me up, Dennis, I have something to ask you—"
Before he finished speaking, a strong dizziness suddenly spread in his mind. He raised his eyes in astonishment, but his body had already collapsed weakly due to the other party's mental shock.
The author has something to say:
Gong: Help me up, there is a pot on your head...
Su Shi:★v★
#impossible#
#Stop dreaming#
#Give me back the pot#