Come and connect with me!

Wuming nodded with satisfaction. The familiar Frederick the Great was back.

Helena.meta smiled without surprise, put her arms around Wuming's waist, tilted her head and closed her eyes quietly, feeling the belated warmth.

Frederick the Great sighed and said nothing more.

The command room fell into silence for a short while. After a moment, Wuming's hands were stuck and he couldn't move. He looked at the documents on the table and spoke helplessly.

"How about I skip work today and the three of us go sit on the beach or in the woods for a while?"

It can't be eaten, and just looking at it won't satisfy the appetite of a carnivore.

Upon hearing this, Frederick the Great and Helena meta looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Last time, you tricked Enterprise and I into going to the beach. Don't use the same excuse twice."

Frederick the Great chuckled, with a hint of pink in his eyes.

She did not refuse to do anything to make Wuming happy, but the bad woman was there, and since she had not received the promised reward, she had to put Wuming in a difficult position for the time being. Otherwise, why would she make an appointment in the command room where the door could not be closed?

"It seems that I can only work hard."

Wuming's temptation had produced results, but he did not dwell on it. In fact, Frederick the Great had never said that his excuses had not changed the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and they had all been successful.

Frederick the Great smiled but said nothing. Helena just tightened Wuming's arm and pouted in anger.

Wuming was about to continue reading the document when he suddenly paused and asked Frederick the Great.

"Speaking of which, how is Rosia now?"

"Worry?"

"A little bit, because what she did was too extreme, so I was worried that others would do something even more extreme."

Frederick the Great looked at Wuming's slightly frowned brows, and his heart softened. He immediately waved his hand, and a black light frequency flew up and stood in front of the three people. The next second, four figures appeared in the light frequency.

"Pa!"*2

Two hands, one on the left and one on the right, covered Wuming's eyes.

"You're not allowed to look!"

Wuming sighed.

"There's really no need for this. Aren't Champagne, New Jersey, and Befa all wearing clothes?"

Chapter 486: Punishment of Northern Alliance Ships

In the optical frequency, Soviet Rossiya blushed as Champagne sat on her waist. New Jersey and Belfast each grabbed her hands and feet, watching Champagne writing on her face with a brush.

Provigil

This is the Northern Lian text corresponding to the English word "win", which means that she will win, win, win, but will eventually lose, lose, lose.

"Hey, it's almost time, I'm a little cold..."

Soviet Rossiya was a little overwhelmed. The room temperature was actually fine, but it was not her body that was cold but her heart.

"The punishment has not yet ended, you still need to learn your lesson."

Champagne was resting his arm on the sphere, writing and drawing on it seriously, with words all over his face, but there were plenty of places on Soviet Rossiya's body where words could be written.

"Champagne, what can you write with water?"

New Jersey said dissatisfiedly. She looked at Soviet Rossiya angrily. It was because of her noisy personality that the latter thought that she would make the special paper sense a higher temperature and turn it red, but in the end, she didn't use her hands.

"Let me tell you, this bastard should be banned from drinking. After ten days or half a month, hmm, she will feel uncomfortable."

Although it didn't take long for her to get to the port from the dock, Soviet Rossiya always carried a bottle of wine with her, so one didn't need to think too much to know what this Northern Alliance ship girl liked.

"New Jersey, trust Champagne's judgment."

Belfast said as he pressed down on Soviet Rossiya's thigh.

"I guess she doesn't feel like drinking for a while."

Upon hearing this, Soviet Rossiya tilted his neck and sniffed, his expression changed.

"Where did you get this paint?"

"Let me analyze your paper briefly. The extracted substance was mixed with the fusion agent and water. It is colorless now, but when your blood flows too fast, the words will appear."

Champagne said lightly, then lowered his head and smiled, looking at Soviet Rossiya with ill intent in his half-closed eyes.

"You can drink, but you can only drink alone. This pigment will stay on your skin for at least more than 168 hours. Just enjoy it."

"Oh, why is this happening?"

Soviet Rossiya had completely given up and lay down like a salted fish, letting the champagne write and draw on her face.

"Really? If you had known this would happen, why did you cheat?"

Seeing Soviet Rossiya's weak look, New Jersey poked her face with some reluctance.

"Tsk, if you don't cheat, you definitely won't be able to draw a lottery."

Soviet Rossiya moved his head and shook it dishonestly, forcing Champagne to hold Soviet Rossiya's head with his arms.

"After all, almost all of them are cheating. Hey, I'm talking about you, the one with a heart smaller than your breasts... Ouch."

Champagne gave Soviet Russia a slap in the face without mercy.

"Shut up, you're still being punished, and I'm very happy with my curves."

Champagne glanced at her lightly and deliberately pressed the ball hard, causing Soviet Rossiya to bite her lip and glare at her angrily.

"As for cheating, you were caught, so you have no right to say anything about me."

"Eh? Champagne, did you cheat?"

New Jersey was shocked and his eyes widened.

"In such a rush, no one was prepared, and no one had the ability to exchange the visa with the company, so everyone had to rely on their own ability."

Champagne said lightly.

"I use optical camouflage. When I look at it from a certain position, the lottery ticket in my hand will always be red."

As Champagne said this, he suddenly gritted his teeth in anger.

"It turns out there's something wrong with your paper, and my layout is all ruined!"

Any technical product has very strict parameter settings. If the paper is not right, all the arrangements she left behind will be ruined.

New Jersey listened to this and suddenly asked Soviet Rossiya.

"what about me?"

"you?"

Soviet Rossiya sighed.

"You are lucky."

Champagne flipped her like scrambled eggs, turning her back and forth and writing words on her side, and finally left with satisfaction.

After the former head maid finished fixing the frame, she left quietly. There was something wrong with the atmosphere in the port area recently, and she needed to investigate it clearly.

New Jersey was the last to leave, and he was considerate enough to cover Soviet Rossiya with a white cloth to cover her dead fish eyes.

When it was quiet here, Soviet Rossiya suddenly threw off the white cloth on his body, grabbed his clothes and rushed to the bathroom. After a moment, a miserable scream came from the bathroom.

"No way, it really can't be washed off?"

This morning in the port area ended in chaos.

At noon, a sneaky figure appeared in the cafeteria.

"Two bottles of vodka, please!"

The chef shook his jelly-like body and glanced at the mysterious man in the black cloak, always worried that a green light would emerge from the cloak.

"It's me, stop talking nonsense, who among those little guys knows how to drink vodka?"

The voice inside said impatiently.

Lafite next to her took two sips of wine and looked at her in a daze.

"Rosia, what's wrong with you?"

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"Well, a lot of things happened..."

Soviet Rossiya sighed and looked out of the corner of his eye at the corner of the cafeteria where Frederick the Great, Enterprise, Belfast, as well as New Jersey and Nameless, were sitting together, talking and laughing.

"No, we can't go on like this."

She muttered, her eyes suddenly lit up, she saw a green profiteer, skipping and jumping with a bag of dried fish, and as if she felt some kind of gaze, her ears twitched, and she turned around just in time to make eye contact with Soviet Rossiya.

"It smells like a deal!"

And in the corner, New Jersey was looking around.

"Where's Sister Yixian?"

"She said she wanted to cook some more."

Wuming said in a low voice.

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Yixian seemed to realize that he was not better than others in other aspects, so he put a lot of effort into his cooking skills, so much so that sometimes it was difficult for him to have a complete meal with everyone.

"But it's obviously enough."

"There are still some for today's companions. Let Yixian get busy. Everyone needs a position that makes them feel comfortable."

The enterprise bit into the sweet salad, and even while eating, the sound was clearly audible.

"Wow, you guys came really early today."

The Kitchen Goddess greeted with a hint of surprise.

"New Jersey said she was a little hungry, so we just ate first and then went to see our new companions."

Wuming explained aloud.

New Jersey was full of curiosity and wanted to know what the ship would look like when it returned from a bystander's perspective, so Wuming naturally followed her instructions.

"That's perfect, Enterprise-chan. How do you feel now? Write me a note. Has your appetite increased again? You look much better now than yesterday."

The Kitchen Goddess saw that there was still some time before the end, so she quickly took out her notebook and asked Enterprise.

"Everything is fine, but somehow I don't like the smell of vinegar."

Enterprise said quietly while biting into the sweet salad.

Chapter 487: Welcoming New Companions....Before

The two of them asked and answered questions and quickly completed the record. Qiye seemed a little absent-minded and occasionally glanced at Wuming's profile out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, the Kitchen Goddess couldn't stand it anymore and angrily pressed on Enterprise's head, flattening her big hat.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just angry. If Enterprise-chan continues like this, I'll leave first."

The Kitchen Goddess shook the notebook in her hand, and the enterprise was speechless for a moment. It could only nod obediently, and seriously cooperate with the Kitchen Goddess's questions and answer them one by one.

Currently, the medical force in the port has doubled from one person to two. Theoretically, the workload of the female kitchen god should be at least halved, so that she can live a happy life of working and slacking off. Unfortunately, along with the arrival of the Sky Eagle, there are also meta-topics of the port area. The technical part is handled by the scientific research center, but the emotional and physiological changes of the ship naturally fall on the female kitchen god.

Providing her with help means that the meta-research can be carried out as soon as possible. From the perspective of the company, she would certainly not refuse such a thing. However, after discussing with Belfast, she decided that it would be better to tell Wuming about their plan. They would be able to return to normal in about two or three days. Otherwise, God knows what tricks these good sisters who usually look honest and obedient can come up with.

Finally, the Kitchen Goddess looked at the former head maid with dark gold eyes, roughly estimated the time, and decided to send her an email, asking her to come to the infirmary when she was free. The next second after receiving the message, a positive reply was sent, which made the Kitchen Goddess very satisfied. At the same time, she wrote down a guess about the meta ship in her notebook.

[Lifestyle habits will not change, but you will be more irritable and angry. ]

Closing the notebook, the Kitchen Goddess waved to Wuming and the others, then put her hands behind her back and hurried back to the infirmary with her lunch box.

"Honey, honey, it's almost time, let's go, let's move!"

New Jersey put the steak into his mouth with a fork while keeping an eye on the time. When he saw that the time was almost up, he quickly finished the meal in a few bites and pulled Wuming up by his sleeve.

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