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!