It’s all my fault that I’m too handsome 9

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Hearing him mention a certain little girl, Lu Chuan paused for a moment, then frowned and looked at him, lowering his eyes.

Is the adjutant paying too much attention to her?

Thinking this, he spoke lightly to remind.

"You still have the responsibilities of a soldier."

Adjutant Zhang: "...?"

He watched in bewilderment as his parents stood up and walked toward the spaceship step by step, with their backs straight and a sense of solemnity and oppression belonging to a soldier.

Then I couldn't help but feel respect.

As expected of a major general, he never forgets his responsibilities!

Shocked in his heart, he quickly kept up with the other party's pace and expressed his sincerity to the First Army of the Federation.

"Major General, don't worry, I will definitely put the safety of the Federation first!"

Lu Chuan glanced sideways at him, nodded slightly, and then lay down in the medical cabin obediently.

He had obviously been injured more seriously than this before, but he always let it recover on its own.

After all, you are on the battlefield, and there is no time for you to recuperate. Not only do you have to be mentally tense at all times, but you also have to operate the mecha without delay, otherwise you will not be injured.

Over time, he got used to letting it recover on its own. Anyway, at this level of mental power, he could slowly recover without using the medical cabin, and it would also reduce his dependence on the medical cabin.

However, when the little girl said this, he actually felt that it was appropriate to go to the medical cabin for a meeting.

The medical cabin is very cramped and can barely accommodate one person, so naturally it won't be very comfortable.

But soaking in the healing fluid makes your whole body feel warm, which relaxes your nerves unconsciously.

According to Lu Chuan's past habits, even if he closed his eyes and rested his mind, he would subconsciously think about military affairs or the situation on the battlefield.

However, I don't know if this warmth is too familiar, and I unconsciously remembered the scene where I was fed a potion by the little girl just now.

The sweet scent she smelled when she came closer, the soft little hands, and the delicate little face that came closer unexpectedly...

Lu Chuan opened his eyes suddenly and pushed open the medical cabin.

Hearing the movement, Adjutant Zhang, who was standing not far away, subconsciously looked over and was startled.

"Major General, what happened?"

Lu Chuan pursed his lips slightly, then rubbed his brows with a headache, and spoke softly.

"It's okay. The unfinished files were transferred to my optical brain."

"This... if you just concentrate on it for a while, those military affairs won't be so urgent." Adjutant Zhang was hesitant to speak.

Although it is true that you can recover as quickly as possible by lying in the medical cabin, but if you use your mental energy to get a brain polish, wouldn't it be wasted?

And according to the habit of a major general, he is designated to exercise a lot. Maybe the mental strength he regains is not enough for him.

My mental energy is almost exhausted, and I don’t really love work that much!

Lu Chuan glanced at him silently and did not answer.

So Adjutant Zhang had no choice but to sigh and agree, transmit the information to him, and then watched helplessly as the officer closed the medical cabin again.

After confirming that the major general's mental power was connected to the back of Guang's head, several soldiers couldn't help but murmur.

"It's better not to take a bath. Wouldn't it be easier to just look at the documents?"

"This... maybe it's because the master just told me."

"Yes! When has the Major General taken the initiative to lie down in the medical cabin before? Unless he was injured and couldn't move and we forced him in."

"Then we can't contact the master... To be honest, we are not familiar with him yet."

So Adjutant Zhang saw a group of soldiers who usually fought fiercely with interstellar pirates or Zerg, huddled together, looking at the account on the optical computer with a tangled expression.

Unbelievably coy.

(End of chapter)