Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
This time, the two of them took the Alman battleship back to the planet where the Alman family is located, and finally, no one came out to interrupt them. The journey was very smooth, and looking at Wu Zimo sleeping so soundly, one could tell.
Since Scott's father would be returning tomorrow, Scott did not go back to the headquarters of Heaven Wrath Corps.
The Alman battleship they were on landed directly at the Alman Manor.
After getting off the Alman battleship, Wu Zimo did not see Rocard. That guy, who loved to stir up trouble, should be at the headquarters of Heaven Wrath Corps and managing things. With the Marshal slacking off, this deputy had to take on the heavy responsibilities.
Although the Alman battleship was fast, the round trip took up most of the day, and Wu Zimo missed lunch because he had taken a nap on the battleship.
Seeing Wu Zimo sleeping so soundly beside him, Scott did not wake him up. So, as soon as they returned to the Alman Manor, before Wu Zimo could say anything, Scott directly told Housekeeper Finn, "Please send some snacks to my room."
To be honest, Housekeeper Finn was taken aback by the young master's request. However, upon seeing the young man standing next to the young master, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, and he respectfully replied, "Yes, young master."
Watching the young master leave with the young man, Housekeeper Finn was extremely pleased, thinking, "The young master finally understands how to care for others."
Scott had never asked for snacks like this in the Alman family; this time, he suddenly asked Housekeeper Finn to prepare snacks, and it was obvious it was for Wu Zimo.
Housekeeper Finn, happy that the young master was becoming more considerate, eagerly went to carry out the young master's orders. The snacks prepared for the young lady must be the most delicious and freshest.
Wu Zimo was being pulled along by Scott, and when he heard Scott asking Housekeeper Finn to prepare snacks, he knew it was for him.
As they walked down the corridor to the room, Wu Zimo had a bright smile on his face but he also reminded Scott, "You didn't eat lunch either, why not let Housekeeper Finn prepare some food directly?"
To be honest, just as Housekeeper Finn understood that his young master wouldn't eat snacks, Wu Zimo also knew that although Scott asked Housekeeper Finn to prepare snacks, he definitely wouldn't eat them.
Wu Zimo had missed lunch because he had dozed off, but Scott, who had been lying on the bed, surely hadn't eaten either.
"No need."
Once they entered Scott's private room in the Main Manor, Scott had Wu Zimo sit beside him and then said, "Don't eat too much later."
It was afternoon tea time but Scott knew that the young man didn't have the habit of having afternoon tea. However, since lunch had already been missed, he couldn't let Wu Zimo go hungry until dinner, which was why he asked Housekeeper Finn to prepare snacks.
But he was also worried that Wu Zimo might eat too many snacks because he was hungry and making him unable to eat dinner. That was definitely not what Scott wanted to see, so he reminded Wu Zimo. As for himself, being a powerful sentinel, he was trained to endure hunger, so going a day or two without food wouldn't be a problem.
As for the snacks, they were indeed the kind of sweet food that Wu Zimo would eat.
Seeing that Scott didn't care about himself at all, Wu Zimo shot him a glare but didn't say anything more.
For Wu Zimo, it was more direct and convenient to act than to talk.
Sure enough, after Housekeeper Finn quickly brought in the exquisite and delicious snacks along with steaming milk tea and respectfully left, Wu Zimo wasted no time and directly picked up a snack that didn't look too sweet and brought it to Scott's mouth.
It was as if he was saying, "I'm serving you, so you better eat it!"
Scott looked at Wu Zimo holding the snack before raising an eyebrow at him. But surprisingly and without even furrowing his brow, he opened his mouth and swallowed the snack, which was the first he had ever eaten in his life.
And whether intentional or not, as he bit into the snack, his soft tongue brushed against Wu Zimo's fingers.
"…"
What the hell! Was it really necessary to create such a scene just for feeding a snack?
Frustrated, Wu Zimo then said something very deflating, "I didn't wash my hands."
"I don't mind."
Indeed, when it came to being thick-skinned, Wu Zimo couldn't compete with a professional.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, Scott was just left feeling speechless.
"You guy, if anyone dares to say you're an ice mountain with a deadpan face in the future, I will definitely slap them in the face." How could such a charming guy be an ice mountain? What a joke!
"Ice mountain with a deadpan face?"
While Wu Zimo was complaining, Scott suddenly pulled him hard then turned around, but didn't forget to protect the back of Wu Zimo's head as he pressed his whole body down onto the sofa where Wu Zimo was lying.
The plot developed too quickly that Wu Zimo was left dumbfounded.
‘How did it suddenly turn into this situation where he was underneath and someone was on top of him?’
"Get up. I haven't eaten yet."
The world is vast, but the stomach is the biggest and Wu Zimo didn't believe Scott would let him go hungry.
Of course, the Marshal wouldn't let Wu Zimo go hungry. It was just the process of feeding that was very embarrassing.
They use a mouth to mouth method.
Wu Zimo really wanted to raise both hands and shake them like a tornado in front of the Marshal who was feeding him. He had hands, so he didn't need the Marshal to 'personally' feed him!
Was Wu Zimo's protest effective? Of course not! In the end, it was only when Scott felt it was about time that he ended the feeding session with a French kiss.
Lying in Scott's arms and trying to catch his breath, Wu Zimo vowed that he would never again say that Scott was an ice mountain with a deadpan face in front of him!
Such a brutal education was simply too terrifying!
After the feeding was done, the two finally began discussing serious matters. About the new energy shield system and Wu Zimo's ability to translate information from the dimensional zerg race.
"Can Master Feng Yan be in charge of promoting the new energy shield system?"
Scott had this suggestion not only because Master Feng Yan had experience in this area, but also because she was the director of the Federal Research Institute. Having her in the forefront could draw less attention to Wu Zimo.
Yes, Scott did not want to deprive Wu Zimo of his credit, he just wanted to protect him. In fact, from the very beginning, Scott had this plan when he invited Master Feng Yan to participate.
The young man was too young but possessed such astonishing abilities.
Scott believed he could protect Wu Zimo well, but it was better to be safe than sorry. If he could make Wu Zimo safer, he wouldn't mind doing something.
Of course, these plans also required Wu Zimo's agreement. If Wu Zimo wanted to become famous, even if it was troublesome, Scott would respect his wishes.
However, based on Scott's understanding of Wu Zimo, he believed that his young man would prefer to be a quiet technician rather than compete with those politicians.
Sure enough, as soon as this was mentioned, Wu Zimo nodded without a second thought and agreed to let Master Feng Yan take charge.
"Who else could be in charge if not Master Feng Yan?"
Although the new energy shield was a joint research project among them and each had their own expertise, but apart from him, the one who understood the new energy shield system the best was Master Feng Yan.
After Wu Zimo finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and said to Scott with annoyance, "I said I only like to be a technician. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
After saying this, Wu Zimo showed Scott his two rows of small white teeth, looking fierce as if to say, "If you dare to say you forgot, I'll bite you."
"I haven't forgotten." How could he possibly forget what the young man had said?
"Then that's good. With someone to help, I can relax a bit." Seeing Scott so understanding, Wu Zimo expressed his satisfaction.
Scott quietly watched Wu Zimo for a while, until Wu Zimo became a bit dazed from being stared at, before he spoke, "Sometimes I find you really don't seem like a newly adult young man."
His intelligence and wisdom were not at all inferior to those cultivated by noble families.
Hearing Scott say this, Wu Zimo knew he wasn't noticing anything, but it was still quite frightening. However, during this time, Wu Zimo's reaction ability had been trained to a very high level.
He didn't reveal his nervousness at all but spoke in a chilling tone to Scott, "Are you saying I'm old?"
"I'm forty-one this year."
Before he could say the next part, Wu Zimo was choked up by Scott's straightforward attitude.
For this, he really wanted to worship the age issue in the interstellar era.
Even ordinary people without awakening could live to around two hundred years old, and as for awakened sentinels and guides, the stronger their abilities, the longer they lived.
Of course, this is theoretical. Because the stronger the person, the greater the responsibilities they bear, especially with the dimensional zerg race posing a constant threat to humanity.
"Hehe, so I should call you uncle, right?"
Scott was forty-one this year, while he was only nineteen. There was a twenty-two-year gap between them, which was almost two generations apart.
"Uncle?"
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