Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
Regarding the issue of Wu Zimo's personal information and name, the outcome of the discussion between the two is known only to them.
However, just by looking at someone still displaying the tongue-twisting name of Zimo Wu-Alman on their light brain, one can tell that our Great God Mo combat power is still no match for the well-prepared Marshal.
Scott, who originally planned to register at the Civil Affairs Bureau and then go home with Wu Zimo, had just stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau 's door and hadn’t even reached the flying vehicle when he was stopped by a sudden communication.
“Is the President looking for me?”
Indeed, the unexpected communication was from the President Xuanyuan Chengtian, and like the previous contact with Xuanyuan Yi, it was also about finding Wu Zimo.
“Have I become a hot commodity lately? Why is everyone looking for me?”
Looking at the self-deprecating youth, Scott lowered his head and placed a kiss on Wu Zimo's forehead, saying in a cool voice, “You’ve always been a hot commodity.”
He eve needed to keep a close eye on him, so he wouldn’t be snatched away by others.
In response to someone's sweet talk, Wu Zimo merely rolled his eyes, “Alright, hurry up and ask what the President wants with me.”
The mood of the President on the other side was truly hard to describe. Speaking of which, being force-fed a mouthful of dog food out of nowhere, didn’t they know he was currently being entangled by a brainless person?! You two are still so sweet in front of him, the hatred value is off the charts!
Clearly sharing the same bloodline, but this youth, Wu Zimo, is simply a breath of fresh air! At this moment, Xuanyuan Chengtian and Major Bokal's thoughts synchronized instantly.
Scott is definitely the illegitimate child of the goddess of luck; otherwise, how could such a good treasure be discovered by him!
Uncertain if it was the President's overly resentful gaze, even with the light brain in between, Wu Zimo felt goosebumps rising. He secretly moved behind Scott, rubbing his raised goosebumps.
When Scott noticed Wu Zimo retreating behind him, he wiped the smile off his face, adopting a poker face towards the startled President.
“……” Did he do anything wrong? Did he need to look at him like that! What happened to their promised unwavering partner feelings!
“Ahem.”
The President, who was already mentally flipping tables, dared not show any signs of frustration on the surface, who knew how moody and petty Scott would retaliate.
Clearing his throat, he finally revealed the reason for suddenly seeking Wu Zimo.
“You said it was that young lady from the Feng family looking for me?”
Hearing that it was someone from the Feng family looking for him, Wu Zimo jolted; it had indeed come!
However, what puzzled him more was that, based on the news he had heard, given the Feng family's character, they should have come directly to him, and would never go through the roundabout way of contacting President Xuanyuan Chengtian.
Of course, Wu Zimo had anticipated that with the Feng family's pride, how could they engage in such indirect behavior? But who told that Feng Yan'er to have her eyes on Xuanyuan Chengtian? She would contact Xuanyuan Chengtian purely to give him a chance to show off.
So that she could feel that Xuanyuan Chengtian actually cared about her. As soon as she mentioned it to Xuanyuan Chengtian, he turned around and contacted Wu Zimo.
One must say, overthinking is a disease that needs treatment. Even in the late stages, the medication cannot stop!
Feng Yan'er was just that mysteriously confident, while Xuanyuan Chengtian had a different perspective.
He thought Feng Yan'er would have him contact Wu Zimo, only believing that this brainless girl had finally shifted her focus away from him.
To rid himself of this self-righteous girl who was impossible to communicate with, Xuanyuan Chengtian didn’t mind pushing Wu Zimo out.
He wasn’t worried at all that Wu Zimo would be bullied by the clueless Feng Yan'er; not to mention Wu Zimo's character wouldn’t suffer losses when facing her, he also had Scott, the Marshal, by his side.
When the Marshal made a move, it was like one against two!
Wu Zimo was unaware of the intricate details inside, but seeing Xuanyuan Chengtian's pitiful expression, it seemed that if he refused, it would be akin to committing a heinous crime.
Wu Zimo was filled with black lines; at first, he thought the President of the Federation was a young and capable, decisive and cautious youth. But now, looking at him, he was just as unreliable as Rocard!
In order to avoid a war between the Xuanyuan and Feng families, Xuanyuan Chengtian worked hard to put on a pitiful look while looking at Wu Zimo, cautiously asking, “Wu Zimo, could you please agree to help?”
“…… President, could you speak like a normal person?”
Wu Zimo knew that Scott and President Xuanyuan Chengtian were not at odds as the outside world claimed, but rather had a good buddy relationship like Rocard, so he was quite familiar with his attitude.
He wasn’t an elder, so when it was time to be straightforward, he would definitely not be polite.
“……” No wonder Scott had his eyes on him; he was another one wrapped in sheep's clothing but was actually a sesame filling. Where was he not speaking like a normal person!
“Xuanyuan Chengtian.” The last to speak was Scott, forcing Xuanyuan Chengtian to become serious and stop pretending to be pitiful, telling the two about the situation with Feng Yan'er entangling him.
Hearing that Feng Yan'er was pestering him, Wu Zimo also shed a tear of sympathy for Xuanyuan Chengtian; how did he end up attracting such a weirdo?
As for whether to meet the other party, Wu Zimo had already made up his mind.
Although the Feng family sounded quite disgusting, Wu Zimo was very curious about the original owner's parents. Having seen the information about the Feng family from Scott, normally, the original owner's parents should not have left the island where the Feng family was located.
Under Xuanyuan Chengtian's expectant gaze, Wu Zimo nodded, “Let’s meet; I also have some questions for that Miss Feng.”
If he could get news about the original owner's parents, that would be even better, fulfilling one of the original owner's wishes. If not, it was no big deal; after all, the original owner had managed to grow up all these years.
“Alright, I’ll arrange a time right away.”
After receiving a clear response, Xuanyuan Chengtian was about to close the light brain when the usually quiet Scott spoke up again, “Let’s schedule it for the day after tomorrow.”
“Ah?” Why arrange it for the day after tomorrow? He was planning to have them meet tomorrow, so he could escape the fire pit a day earlier.
“Tomorrow my father is coming back.”
“Oh.”
Hearing this response, Xuanyuan Chengtian understood immediately. The ambiguous gaze drifted between Scott and Wu Zimo. “This should be Wu Zimo's first time meeting Uncle Philos, right? I know how to arrange it; you can absolutely rest assured.”
After Xuanyuan Chengtian finished speaking, he patted his chest, guaranteeing that he would not let Wu Zimo miss the opportunity to meet the parents. Speaking of which, the two had already registered, and Wu Zimo had yet to meet Philos Alman, the current head of the Alman family, Scott's father.
After Scott closed the communication, he led Wu Zimo towards the flying vehicle, and as for Xuanyuan Chengtian's teasing gaze just now, Wu Zimo didn’t care at all.
It was just meeting the parents; it wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t met them before. Not to mention that he and Scott had already registered, so even if the old Marshal had any objections, he could only suppress them.
However, speaking of this old Marshal Apman, Wu Zimo was a bit worried, fearing that the other party wouldn’t like him.
By common sense, soldiers should prefer someone a bit more robust, right? He, this white-chopped chicken with combat skills of five, really didn’t look impressive at all.
“What’s wrong?” Scott noticed the youth beside him with his head down, pinching his own arm, and the red marks quickly appeared on his already tender skin.
Looking at the red marks on the wheat-colored skin, a glimmer of light flashed through Scott's silver eyes, so fast that even the sensitive Wu Zimo didn’t catch it.
“Scott, do you think it would be better if I were a bit sturdier?” Not just because of the old Marshal's issue, Wu Zimo always felt that his current combat skills were really lacking.
Even if he wasn’t as weak who would gasp for breath after walking a few steps, compared to the physical quality of ordinary people in the interstellar era, he was really too weak.
Scott, who vaguely understood what Wu Zimo meant, raised the corner of his mouth and directly replied, “No, you’re great just the way you are.” Then, without waiting for Wu Zimo to react, he bent down and picked him up, striding towards the flying vehicle under Wu Zimo's bewildered gaze.
Looking at the Marshal suddenly hugging him without warning, he wondered if he should be glad that there were no onlookers around? Otherwise, it would definitely be filled with various screams from fans as background noise.
Once inside the flying vehicle, Scott still didn’t put Wu Zimo down; instead, he adjusted his hold, letting Wu Zimo sit directly in his lap.
“……” Once again in this side-sitting position on his thigh, Wu Zimo knew that even if he protested, it wouldn’t be effective, and he also didn’t dare to move around.
Anyone who has seen a little yellow mosquito knows that such a situation is very likely to lead to an accidental discharge, especially since someone was rejected by him last night; Wu Zimo absolutely wouldn’t do anything reckless! Therefore, he remained as quiet as a chicken, not moving at all, sitting sideways on Scott's thigh like a wooden person.
Feeling the stiffness of the youth in his arms, the smile in Scott's eyes deepened. He knew what Wu Zimo was worried about, but being with someone he liked was a very happy thing, and Scott very much hoped the youth could accept it.
As for Wu Zimo's complaints about the mismatch in hardware, it was not within the Marshal's consideration, because he knew that as long as he made the youth in his arms feel pleasure in their intimacy, that would be enough.
With a slight exertion of his arm, he pulled the stiff youth into his embrace. Scott leaned down, bringing his lips close to Wu Zimo's ear, his voice soft and hoarse, “Your breath, your voice, and you, are constantly tempting me.”
So there was no need for you to do anything else; he could easily get excited. It was entirely because of your existence.
“……” So he was some kind of universal aphrodisiac…
Wu Zimo rolled his eyes at Scott, who described him as an aphrodisiac, while also relaxing his body. Since someone had already treated him as an aphrodisiac, being cautious was useless; he could only rely on himself.
Wu Zimo found a comfortable position in Scott's arms, leaned against him, and then very casually said to Scott, “I’m going to take a nap; wake me up when we get home.”
Seeing the youth's attitude change one hundred eighty degrees, the affection and amusement in Scott's eyes were about to overflow. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the already closed eyes of Wu Zimo, softly responding, “Okay.”
Scott spoke so directly to Wu Zimo because he didn’t want the youth to be stiff and guarded every time they had intimate contact, fearing he might do something to him.
In fact, Scott wanted to tell Wu Zimo that if he really wanted to do something, the youth wouldn’t be able to resist at all; a perfectly match sentinel and guide, just a bit of pheromone would be as effective as a strong aphrodisiac.
Every time he stopped, it was entirely out of consideration for Wu Zimo's overthinking.