Chapter 9: Such touching filial piety!
Wen XiaoYun only slept two hours, then he woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he gazed into a pair of innocent,
pretty eyes.
Zhuang Zhou seemed to have been guarding next to the bed this
entire time. Seeing Wen XiaoYun wake up, a brilliant smile
blossomed across his face: “Wen XiaoYun, you’re awake.”
“En.” Wen XiaoYun sat up.
Zhuang Zhou asked him: “It’s almost noon. Did you sleep better
this time?”
Wen XiaoYun said: “No.”
The 63 pairs of socks were still broadcasting repeatedly in his
head.
Wen XiaoYun had a slight headache.
This time he really didn’t sleep well.
Zhuang Zhou asked somewhat skeptically: “You didn’t sleep well
again?”
He started to feel guilty. Was it because he gave Wen XiaoYun
too many dreams, it left behind repercussions?
Also, there was an important detail that he didn’t notice before.
When he gave Wen XiaoYun dreams previously, his galactic
speech wasn’t very fluent. Therefore, he was used to speaking
Mandarin. Perhaps this gave Wen XiaoYun a lot of pressure after
multiple exposures.
Wen XiaoYun rubbed his forehead, not noticing Zhuang Zhou’s
guilty little expression in his eyes. He casually said: “En, I might
have had a nightmare.”
Hearing this, Zhuang Zhou’s eyes immediately opened wide as he
said loudly: “Impossible!”
How can it be a nightmare!
It’s not like he was a nightmare!
Wealth Gods entered dreams to bestow riches. This should be a
sweet dream!
Wen XiaoYun turned his head and looked towards Zhuang Zhou
with a questioning expression.
Realizing he was a bit too loud just now, Zhuang Zhou hung his
head dispiritedly and retorted in a small voice: “It was definitely a
sweet dream.”
Wen XiaoYun raised his brow: “You can figure out what kind of
dream I had?”
Heart jolting, Zhuang Zhou said slowly: “No way. How can I know
what kind of dream you had. I’m only……”
He paused, tone filling with well-wishes: “I am only hoping that
you’d have sweet dreams everyday and sleep well.”
Wen XiaoYun rubbed Zhou ZiRou’s head and said in a deep voice:
“Thank you.”
Seeing him not asking anymore questions, Zhuang Zhou asked
him tentatively: “Then…… What kind of dream did you have last
night? Do you still remember it?”
Wen XiaoYun buttoned up his loosened collar and gave Zhuang
Zhou a glance.
The latter’s expression was serious, as if he really was feeling
curious.
Wen XiaoYun silently told himself he must be thinking too much.
The dreamworld was an untraceable place. It’s something that
occurred in a person’s unconscious and subconscious mind.
How could he have an impression that Zhuang Zhou knew what
kind of dream he had?
As for why others would dream about Zhuang Zhou on the first
day of meeting him, perhaps it’s only because this kid was too
good looking and too well-behaved.
Good looking people naturally carried a fatal attraction.
Wen XiaoYun shook his head and said: “Can’t really remember
very clearly.”
Zhuang Zhou quietly let out a breath of relief. That meant the
dream that he granted was successful.
The person who had the dream would only faintly remember what
they needed to do, but they wouldn’t remember why they needed
to do it. They’d just mysteriously and inexplicably want to do it.
This was the mental suggestion left behind by the god during the
dream process.
Wen XiaoYun said: “I’ll bring you to the dining hall for food.”
Zhuang Zhou shook his head: “No need. I don’t need…… I’m not
hungry.”
Zhuang Zhou wanted to say he didn’t need to eat food. These
words were right on the tip of his tongue when he changed his
mind.
Wen XiaoYun furrowed his brows: “You haven’t eaten since you
got on the battleship yesterday afternoon.”
Zhuang Zhou: “.......”
Wen XiaoYun only thought the youth was feeling distressed over
having no home to return to. Softening his voice, he said
comfortingly: “No matter what kind of sorrowful and distressing
things are happening, you can’t abstain from food.”
He took Zhuang Zhou’s hand, not allowing any objections.
His palm was very big, carrying light callouses. It was completely
different from Zhuang Zhou’s soft, white palm.
Face flushing slightly, Zhuang Zhou said hastily: “Then, then wait
a second.” He also realized that he shouldn’t act too special.
Especially in situations like ‘not feeling hungry despite not eating
for an entire day and night’. This can’t happen.
Humans needed to eat food.
Zhuang Zhou can only return to the side of the bed, holding his
own Divine Image.
Wen XiaoYun took a glance at the Divine Image.
Zhuang Zhou lowered his head, too embarrassed to look at him.
Wen XiaoYun didn’t say anymore. Holding the youth’s hand, he
walked towards the dining hall.
It was currently noon. There were still plenty of people in the
dining hall.
Under improbable conditions, many people would choose to drink
nutritional supplements. One bottle was enough to maintain a
day’s worth of energy.
However, nutritional supplements were really not very tasty.
Without any missions or battles, everyone still desired for
something else to fill their stomachs.
As soon as Zhuang Zhou followed Wen XiaoYun into the dining
hall, he immediately attracted everyone’s attention.
Upon seeing Wen XiaoYun, all of the people from the 3rd Legion
reflexively stood up and saluted respectfully in unison: “Admiral!”
Wen XiaoYun nodded his head, tone nonchalant: “No need to act
so uptight. You can all sit down.”
“Yes, Admiral!”
Everyone sat down in unison in an orderly fashion and continued
to eat. The noisy dining hall just now immediately quieted so
much that the sound of a needle hitting the ground can be heard.
Blinking, the bottom of Zhuang Zhou’s eyes filled with a slight
admiration.
When he first heard people call Wen XiaoYun ‘boss’, he thought
Wen XiaoYun was really some kind of boss……
But it turns out, he was a powerful admiral huh?
The admiration in Zhuang Zhou’s eyes was too obvious, Wen
XiaoYun couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to.
He asked nonchalantly: “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Zhuang Zhou said: “You’re so impressive.”
Wen XiaoYun smiled and asked him: “What do you want to eat?”
Zhuang Zhou looked at the variety of foods. They were not very
similar to the ones on earth. None of them looked very good……
Zhuang Zhou hesitated: “I don’t know what to eat. Can you
recommend me?”
Wen XiaoYun grabbed two different foods and gave them to him:
“They say that these two dishes are pretty good.”
Zhuang Zhou said: “Then I’ll have these two.”
The two people choose their meal as if nobody else were present.
Then they picked seats on the outermost edges and sat down, as
if they didn’t notice the soldiers in their surroundings at all.
The dining hall was especially quiet. All of the soldiers of the 3rd
Legion slowed down their eating speed and listened with perked
ears.
They already heard the news yesterday, that the Admiral brought
back an extremely pitiful and well-behaved little friend. The
Admiral even treated him especially well.
Who would have imagined they’d have the honor to see him in
person today.
They saw them arrive hand in hand!
The Admiral even personally fetched food for him!
The Admiral has never treated anyone this well before!
Were they about to have an Admiral-furen soon?
Seeing the two sitting down, everyone felt even more excited in
their hearts.
Each and everyone of them were doing their best to sneak peeks.
They even cheered internally!
Give him food, give him food!
Feed him a bite! Feed him a bite!
En?
Wait a minute.
Why’s Madam taking out…… candles? An incense burner?
Everyone’s faces very apparently turned dumbfounded.
After placing the incense burner and candles in the proper
position, Zhuang Zhou placed the Divine Image in his hand into
the set up.
He gave a glance at Wen XiaoYun and cough softly, saying in
embarrassment: “......En, you know. Before I eat, I always have
to pay respect.”
Wen XiaoYun’s handsome face was unperturbed. His tone was
soothing: “En, I understand. Not a problem.”
Zhuang Zhou had a clever thought and asked Wen XiaoYun
tentatively: “How, how about, you also pay respect……”
The thing with offerings… as long as someone did it, he could eat
the food. It didn’t have to be himself.
After all, self-worship was very awkward.
Zhuang Zhou looked at Wen XiaoYun very expectantly, hoping to
trick Wen XiaoYun into making an offering for him.
Wen XiaoYun helped Zhuang Zhou light up the candles and
rubbed him on the head softly: “Behave. This is your father. It’s
not appropriate for me to pay respect.”
Zhuang Zhou: “......”
Zhuang Zhou: “........ oh.”
This meal finally started after this weird offering scene.
After lunch ended, everyone inside the battleship all knew.
Before Admiral-furen ate, he must pay respect to his parents
first. Such touching filial piety!
Zhuang Zhou returned to his room holding his Divine Image, a
face full of despair. He’s never going to eat in the dining hall
again…...
After bringing Zhuang Zhou back to his room, Wen XiaoYun got
ready to leave.
As he turned and closed the door, his gaze suddenly landed on
the Divine Image.
A strange feeling abruptly rose in his heart.
Wen XiaoYun pondered very deeply. Then he made a decision
that even he thought was somewhat unfathomable.
An inspection!
Facing a surprise inspection, none of the soldiers of the 3rd
Legion had any time to clean up their dorms before the inspection
squad arrived.
Half an hour later, a pile of dirty clothes, dirty socks, and even
several toy dolls were found.
Coincidentally, Zhang Feng’s elite squad returned from their
patrol.
When Zhou HongYi saw all of the socks on the floor, his entire
person was shell-shocked.
What Zhou HongYi didn’t know was that Wen XiaoYun was even
more astonished than him.
Wen XiaoYun would have never imagined. He only went to inspect
the dorms with a notion of ‘let’s try and see’. Yet he really did end
up finding a pile of smelly socks.
Wasn’t this something he had dreamt of?
Nevertheless, Wen XiaoYun’s voice remained his usual calm:
“These are all yours?”
Zhou HongYi was like an eggplant that suffered winter frost:
“Answering your question, admiral, these…… These are mine.”
Wen XiaoYun said: “There’s an automatic clothes washer in the
battleship. After washing, they can be worn immediately. Why
didn’t you bring them over to wash?”
Zhou HongYi: “......”
Wen XiaoYun: “I heard you wanted to wait to wash them on a
day off?”
Zhou HongYi: “No no nono!”
Wen XiaoYun: “Oh.”
Embarrassed, Zhou HongYi didn’t dare to lie again: “I just...
Wanting a day off is only an excuse……”
The ultimate reason was because he didn’t want to wash them.
But why did the Admiral know that he wanted vacation ahh QQQ!
“You don’t need to patrol this afternoon.” Wen XiaoYun looked at
the time, got up, and said flatly: “I want to see your scores in the
training room become number 1, surpassing Zhang Feng.”
Zhou HongYi instantly felt his knees buckle.
If he were able to beat the squad leader and become number 1,
then he’d be the squad leader, not Zhang Feng!
Just who was the one that sold him out QQQ!
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The author has something to say: PS----
Zhuang Zhou, innocent and pitiful: “It wasn’t me!” Really. He
already did his best. It was super exhausting!
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